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The Princess and the Toad

© 2004 by Naughty Puppy

Part 1 of 7

Lost Ticket, Lost Girls

Nicolas Reynolds leaned out of the queue and looked at the line of people snaking away ahead of him. Shaking his head with frustration he resumed his arms-crossed posture and turned to his wife. "Looks like we'll be waiting at least another half-hour. Who's idea was it to come here in the evening anyway?"

"Yours," his wife replied.

Nicolas furrowed his brow and snorted. "I don't remember that." He looked back to the line. "Are you sure this is worth it?"

"We came for the girls, remember?" Mrs. Reynolds reminded her husband. "Ronnie's off to college soon, and we already have the tickets, so we may as well use them." The woman turned to give two her daughters a reassuring smile. A casual observer would never have taken the two girls to be sisters.

Veronica, the older, was the quintessential dream girl. Flowing chocolate trusses framed a face that belonged on a porcelain doll. The trim and buxom figure she had inherited from her mother was the envy of every girl; and boy. She was so beautiful that she felt embarrassed and usually dressed down.

Erica, the younger, looked more like a Cabbage Patch Kid than a Barbie Doll. Her face was round and ruddy, with an inconsistent complexion and pug nose. Lifeless strings of pale yellow surrounded her equally dull features. Her figure was no better, being as round as her face and as limp as her hair. She considered her appearance a lost cause and didn't even bother trying to improve it via fashion, makeup, or hairstyle.

Mrs. Reynolds immediately saw the wide-eyed look of alarm in the face of the youngest. "What is it, Rickie?"

"I, uh," the girl stammered, "left my ticket in the car."

Mr. Reynolds pivoted his head and glared. "You did what ?"

"I forgot my ticket," Erica repeated.

Nicolas sighed through a seething scowl. "Can't you ever do anything right? I hope you don't think I'm walking back to the car just to get your stupid ticket." He fished into his pocket and retrieved the keys. Tossing them at the girl, he intentionally aimed where they would be impossible to catch.

"Thanks," Erica offered as she stooped to retrieve the keys. She stood, looking mournfully to her mother.

Mrs. Reynolds detected the plea at once. She turned to her other daughter. "Why don't you go too, Ronnie?"

The older girl smiled. "Sure thing, Mom." She turned to her sibling. "C'mon, Sis."

The two girls fell out of line and began to retrace their steps back to the vehicle. Neither noticed a pair of burly middle-aged men depart the line seconds later. The sisters continued onward as the men began to follow a dozen paces behind.

"Thanks," Erica said. "I'm not even sure I remember where we parked."

"No problem," Veronica replied. "We're behind the church on James Street. Relax. It's not your fault, everyone forgets things now and then. Dad can be such an ass at times. Don't let him get to you. We don't have to be in a bad mood just because he is."

"Thanks. I guess you're right."

The older girl smiled and ruffled her sister's already disheveled hair. "Of course I am!"

The girls continued to chat as the walked, blissfully unaware they were being trailed.

"Oh, I do hope it's in the car," Erica muttered as they approached the deserted parking lot that contained their vehicle.

"It will be," assured Veronica.

"I can't see anything," Erica announced as she tried to peer through the car's windows. "It's too dark."

"Relax," said Veronica. "Where else can it be?" She unlocked the driver's door and opened it, effectively illuminating the vehicle's interior.

"There it is!" Erica cried. "On the hump."

"See, I told you to relax," Veronica said as she began to reach over the seat to retrieve the ticket.

Erica suddenly felt a hand cover her mouth. Before she could think to respond, her right arm was twisted behind her back.

The older of the two men moved to the still-open car door. "Don't go making any suddenly moves or noises, girl."

Veronica looked over her shoulder to see the leering mug of a bearded stranger. Her eyes widened as she noticed the large knife in the man's right hand. She took a quick look outside of the car, but found the lot devoid of passersby. "But, but," the girl stammered. "We don't have any money."

"That's alright," said the man. "I bet your daddy does. Climb on over in the far seat and give me them keys. And don't try anything cute."

Veronica remained as she was, temporarily petrified.

"Now!" the man growled, "Or we start carving your sister here." He moved his knife towards Erica.

Veronica gasped. Dropping the keys, she scurried across the console and into the passenger seat.

"That's better," the man announced. Picking up the keys, he climbed into the driver's seat. He motioned to the other man with a jerk of his head. "In the back, Russ."

The second man opened the door and shoved Erica inside, then climbed in beside her.

"Buckle up," the driver demanded. "We don't want anything happening to you two before your folks pay up."

The girls dutifully fastened their seat belts.

The man turned to face Veronica. "Now you just sit there nice and quiet and no one's gonna get hurt. Right?"

Veronica nodded.

"Good," the older man grumbled as he started the car.

The quartet cruised silently for several tense minutes through the downtown streets. Veronica looked apprehensively at passengers in other vehicles and pedestrians. She so wanted to cry out; to attempt to somehow signal any of them, but she feared what might happen to her sister if she did.

"Alright," the driver said as he stopped the car. "Russ, you and the little girl there," He turned to look over his shoulder at Erica. "What's your name?"

Erica gulped. "Rickie."

"Right," the man continued. "Russ, you take Rickie in our truck and follow me." He narrowed his eyes. "And if either of you two girls tries anything funny; it'll be the other what pays for it." He brandished his knife once again for emphasis.

Both girls nodded in unison.

"Good," the driver growled. "Let's get on with it then. Nice and calm, like nothing's happening."

Russ opened the door and climbed out, then stood aside.

Erica hesitated for but a moment before unfastening her belt and scooting across the seat. Her eyes went to her sibling as she started to exit the vehicle.

At once Veronica detected the fright in her sister's features. She was inclined to tell the shorter girl to run, but she knew that her legs would not carry her far, or fast. She issued a subtle sigh of resignation as the door closed. Her large brown eyes continued to follow Rickie as the younger girl walked beside the other man and climbed into an old pickup.

"Good," snarled the man as the truck started to rumble. "Now just sit back and enjoy the ride. By the way, I'm Hank. What's your name?"

"Ronnie."

Hank lowered his brow as he moved the car back onto the street. "Ronnie? I understand why that toad you call a sister has a boy's name, but you?"

"My real name is Veronica," the girl related. "If you must know. And my sister's name is Erica!"

"It don't matter none," Hank snarled. "Me and my brother will take good care of the both of you so long as you shut up and do like you're told."

Shut up is exactly what Veronica did for the duration of the trip. Although it seemed to last hours, every time she looked at the clock only minutes had passed, forty-two in all, before both vehicles pulled off the highway. They traveled for a handful of additional minutes down a gravel road and then onto a narrow, rutted drive. As a simple white frame house came into view, a pair of barking hounds rushed to meet the vehicles.

"You stay right here," Hank instructed as he brought the car to a stop outside of the old farmhouse. The man climbed out of the car and walked to behind the vehicle where he spoke with his brother.

Veronica could only gaze at the men, unable to quite hear the conversation. She saw Hank open the trunk, the lid swinging upward to block her view. She turned her gaze forward and sighed, wondering how worried her parents were at that moment.

Serves Dad right! the girl thought. If he hadn't been such an asshole, none of this would have happened. Trying to remain calm, she focused on simply breathing. She only snapped from her self-imposed trance when the passenger door swung open beside her.

"Get out!" Hank ordered. He waited as the girl obeyed, and then closed the door. "Little sister's in the trunk, so don't get any stupid ideas about taking off." He nodded toward the house. "That way."

Hank followed the girl to the building with Russ and the two sniffing hounds close behind. The man fumbled briefly with the lock before throwing open the door. He turned on the light and stood aside, allowing the other two to enter ahead of him.

"Keep an eye on her a second," Hank ordered before disappearing down a hallway.

Veronica scanned the dreary, mismatched furniture and the dirty, faded paint. The place smelled of tobacco, men, and dogs. She sighed and dropped her gaze to the stained and worn carpet, trying to imagine a safe way out of the predicament. She looked to her captor and found her spirit buoyed somewhat by his absent expression. "Why'd you pick us?" she asked.

"I dunno," Russ muttered. "It was Hank's idea."

Veronica twisted her lips. Maybe it's just a dream , she thought briefly; but she knew better. OK, it's not a dream, but maybe it at least isn't a nightmare either. They haven't hurt us yet. Maybe the cops will show up any second. Maybe...

"Bring her in here!" The older brother bellowed from down the corridor, snapping the girl from her wishful thinking.

Russ nodded in the direction of the voice. With reluctance, Veronica headed that way, still evaluating the situation for any possible means to escape that did not involve abandoning her sister. She had just rounded the corner when she noticed a man's hands stretched before her.

Hank moved his fists and the duct tape between them to the girl's face, covering her lips before she could part them. Veronica's mouth at once issued a clamor of protest from beneath the impromptu gag. Her eyes bolted wide as the fear she had kept at bay finally gripped her soul.

Hank grabbed the girl and tossed her against the wall. "Be still!"

Veronica did not even hear the command and continued to struggle.

Hank exhaled a sigh of frustration, twisting the brunette's arm behind her back until her muffled protest became instead a muffled whimper. "Are you ready to behave?"

A wide-eyed Veronica nodded.

"And be quiet?"

The girl nodded again.

Keeping the girl's arm pinned, Hank muscled her to the floor. "Keep her down, Russ," the man commanded. "Arms together, just like I have them."

Veronica's face was pushed farther into the fetid carpet as the younger and heavier brother brought his weight to bear on her trapped arms.

Holding the roll of silver tape, Hank knelt next to his brother. "Put your knee in her back and pick her arms up so I can tape them."

The ripping sound of tape being pulled from a roll reached the girl's ears. She released a groan through her gag as the younger man obeyed, straining the joints in her shoulders. The pain did not subside until the two men released her arms, having securely bound her forearms parallel to one another behind her back. Even then, the awkward position was far from comfortable.

Hank pulled the girl up by her hair and steered her through an open closet door. The door immediately slammed behind her, leaving her alone in the darkness. For several seconds, she heard a shuffling and scraping outside of the portal.

"And I don't want to hear a peep out of you!" Hank yelled through the door before his footsteps receded down the corridor.

Shortly, Veronica heard voices, including a harsh, "Get in there!" followed by another door slamming. She sat in the dark; convinced her sister was likely only yards away in a similar chamber. She hoped Erica was not too frightened, but she realized that the young girl was probably terrified; there was no reason not to be. She tried to sleep, telling herself that rest was best in case an opportunity to flee presented itself, but fright kept anything resembling a slumber at bay.

Thus Veronica sat in the dark, intermittently crying. Occasionally she'd hear a voice and strain her ears to detect the conversation, but she could never make out anything other than a stray word or two.

Untold hours passed. The house became as quiet as it was dark, the silence only adding to the girl's anxiety. She began to consider trying to open the door. She had not yet assembled the courage necessary to do so when a scratching sound beyond the portal commanded her attention.

With a crack that lingered in the quiet house, the door separated from the threshold. The door sat still for a handful of seconds, before swinging open. In the dim light, Veronica made out the dark shape of the bearded older brother.

"Come on out, girl," Hank whispered. "But keep it quiet."

Veronica passed a breath, then emerged from the closet.

"Quiet!" the man repeated. "Trust me, you do not want to wake my brother." He grabbed the girl by her taped and twisted arms, steering her down the corridor and into his room. He shoved the door closed with his foot before tossing his captive facedown upon his bed.

Veronica's concern increased by an order of magnitude. She whimpered as she tried to conjure any possible outcome to the scenario other than the horrid one that seemed all but certain.

Hank sat on the mattress near the girl, putting his hand to her waist. "You're prettier than I thought. I never knew a girl could be as pretty as you."

Veronica sniffled and tried to roll away from the man. He easily halted the petty escape attempt. Swinging one leg over the girl, he straddled her abdomen.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetie? I been thinking about you all night." He moved his large hand to the girl's left breast, groping her soft flesh with his knobby fingers.

Veronica emitted a whimper, then started to cry as any feint hope that she would not be raped flew from her mind.

"I ain't gonna hurt you, girl," Hank said. "So long as you shut up and do as you're told. Why would I want to hurt you? You're too pretty; but your sister, I got no need for her except to keep you in line."

The brunette snapped her gaze upward into the face of her tormentor. Her narrowed and bloodshot eyes shinned with an unholy hatred the girl had never before felt. She mumbled an unintelligible threat.

Hand chuckled through an evil grin. "I thought that would get your attention." He moved his right hand from the girl's breast and unsnapped her jeans.

Veronica's eyes flew wide as she renewed her struggle, protesting as loudly as she could in the process.

Hank bought his free hand upward and then to the girl's cheek, snapping her head sideways. "I told you to be quiet, bitch!" He moved the hand in reverse, snapping the girl's face the opposite direction with an even harsher backhand.

Hoping to avoid additional blows, Veronica let her body go limp. With his right hand paused at the zipper to the girl's trousers, Hank brought his left to clasp the girl's cheeks, steering her eyes onto his. "What's the matter? You aren't a virgin are you?"

Veronica shook her head to the extent the man's grip would allow.

Hank smiled. "No? Well, that's too bad, but I bet you're still gonna have a nice tight little teenage pussy for me, aren't you?"

The girl's inclination was to whimper, to beg, but she knew it would be useless. She chose to shut her eyes instead as the man shifted his hand from her face and resumed the removal of her jeans. She tried to send her mind somewhere else; anywhere else, as she felt the fabric of her pants slide down her legs.

Hank paused to admire the brunette's long, smooth, and lean limbs as they lay exposed. He moved his hand to the girl's calf, sighing with satisfaction as he slid his palm upward over her knee and onto the smooth, firm muscles of her inner thigh.

Veronica's teeth clenched as she felt the man's harsh fingers move from her leg to her loins. Pushing aside her thin panties, he dug his digits roughly into her crease, probing the folds in a harsh, invasive manner. Her chest shook as she began to sob.

"Quiet, girl," Hank snapped. "If you really ain't no virgin, this ain't gonna hurt." The man stood and reached for his belt. "Of course, you probably been a good little girl. Always used a condom? Is mine the first real cock your little cunt's gonna feel?"

Veronica tensed as the man dropped his trousers. She looked about the room, trying to discover any way out, any way to delay what seemed to be the inevitable. For a moment, her pride compelled her to flee, to fight, to resist in any way possible. Her logic system overruled; there was no point in being beaten and then raped, when she might at least avoid the beating. She was still wrestling with her internal dilemma when the man climbed back atop the mattress, and her.

Hank knelt with his knees between the girl's thighs. Forcefully spreading her legs with his, he brought his hand back to her crease, rubbing her roughly until he felt her folds begin to moisten, then separate.

As she felt her passage penetrated by an invading finger, Veronica closed her eyes. Turning her head, she tried to send her consciousness somewhere else, anywhere else. She pinched her eyelids tighter as she felt the man mount her, his heavy torso resting upon her frame, the weight bending her spine uncomfortably over her pinned arms.

Hank brought his fingers from the girl's crease to her face, wiping her own secretions below her nose. "Smell your excitement, girl. Your cunt wants a cock. You're just a whore at heart. Every girl is. You were made to be fucked." Once again gripping her cheeks like a vise, he forced her gaze upward. "Now you're going to look at me while I fuck you."

The girl issued a sharp whine as she felt the man's member press upon her womanhood. Soon his rubbery tip found her entry. He paused. She closed her eyes.

Hank squeezed her cheeks harder. "Look at me, bitch!"

Her nose wrinkled, her features twisted in anger, Veronica opened her lids, directing the narrowed, spite-filled gaze into the man's dark sockets.

Hank smiled as he detected her loathing. "How many little boy pricks has your little pussy known?" He leaned, pushing only the head of his thick shaft into the girl's snug passage. "Hmmm, not many," the man concluded with a chuckle. "Or maybe they was just small. How's it feel to have a real man's cock in your cunt?"

With that rhetorical inquiry, Hank leaned, pressing the bulk of his manhood into the girl's snug interior. She closed her eyes as she felt the fullness of his unwelcome invasion.

Hank released the girl's cheeks only to bring his hand back to her face with a resounding slap. "How many times to I have to tell you to look at me, slut! That's what you are now, my little slut. You didn't really think we kidnapped you for ransom, did you? You better get used to feeling my cock in you. Of course, if you don't like it in you, maybe I'll put it in your sister instead."

Veronica snapped her face upward, her wide eyes laced with a malice that would have been fatal if looks could truly kill.

"That's better," Hank whispered. "Now you keep looking at me like a good little whore." He began to move his hips, burrowing his rampant cock deep into the girl's core. He moved his hand to the girl's breast, pressing his fingers into her soft flesh in a rhythm that matched his thrusts.

"You got nice tits." He squeezed for emphasis. "Or should I say, I got nice tits; 'cause they're mine now. Your tits, your pussy, your ass, they all belong to me. That pussy is real nice too. Nice and tight.

"Must have been some tiny pricks your boyfriends had. I don't think I've ever felt a cunt this tight. Move it for me; squeeze my cock. Learn to fuck me back like a good little whore, my little whore."

Veronica's nose wrinkled as she complied, correctly reasoning that the sooner the man blew his wad, the sooner her ordeal would be over.

"Yeah, like that, just like that!" Hank's chest heaved as his excitement increased. "Oh, God, you are a good little fuck. I knew you was a whore at heart!" His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt a warmth start to grow in his balls. "Oh, I been thinking about you all day, baby. I wasn't even going to do you until tomorrow, but I just couldn't wait. You got me so close already, bitch."

Veronica relaxed and awaited the inevitable, praying that she wouldn't become pregnant; or, worse, diseased. She issued a mild snort as she considered her oppressor and the likelihood he ever got laid without parting with cash.

Without warning Hank withdrew and scooted onto the girl's chest. With his right hand, he grasped his glistening rod and brought it to her face. His left hand he moved to her dark tresses, yanking her head upward. "Can't take a chance on knocking your ass up the first night, can we? That's right, look at my cock. Watch it will I shoot all over your pretty face."

Veronica tried to disobey, to look away, but a curiosity she could not comprehend kept bringing her eyes back to the man's crown and its distended aperture. Even though she knew what would happen, the abruptness of the man's climax still caught her by surprise. The first burst was out of his cock and spreading upon her forehead before she even had time to flinch. The second spurt doused her cheek, splattering her left eye. She closed her lids as the mild sting registered in her brain.

Hank increased his grip on the girl's chocolate locks, pulling her face closer as he aimed his cock lower; depositing his next two spurts directly under her nose.

Veronica whimpered as she felt the rubberiness of the man's cock touch her face. She began to squirm, straining the already stretched muscles in her neck.

"Be still," Hank snapped as he watched his next salvo go directly up one of the girl's nostrils. "A slut like you can't be afraid of a little cum on her face!"

Veronica's head jerked. Her eyes flew wide. She sniffled, making matters worse. She tried to shake her head as the glob of semen settled uncomfortably in her nasal passage.

Hank tightened his grip on the girl's hair. He clenched his teeth as he pumped the last spurts of his load onto the girl's already frothed features. "I told you to be still. You're a slut now. You're going to get used to that smell. You better even learn to like it, if you know what's good for you."

His climax complete, Hank released his cock and gripped a corner of the tape that covered the girl's mouth. With a decisive yank, he removed the adhesive strip in a single motion.

Veronica gasped, inhaling a massive breath as she found her mouth unexpectedly free. She had not long to savor, or even consider, her oral freedom, before the man's fingers once again found her cheek, compressing her flesh and forcing her lips into an open square.

"You scream and your sister will get some of what you just got, only worse. Understand?"

Veronica's head bobbed in a meek nod.

"Good," Hank hissed. "You need to get used to more than the smell." Releasing the girl's hair, he brought that hand to her face. Using an extended index finger, he scoured his semen from her cheek as he went, finally pausing just above the girl's still parted lips. "Stick out your tongue."

Veronica's eyes darted in seemingly random directions as she grasped what the man had in mind. She flexed her jaw, trying to protest, but he only increased the force until her cheeks burned from the pressure.

"I told you to stick out your tongue, slut. And I meant now !"

Veronica's breath came in irregular spurts. Opaque white bubbles formed at the exit to her plugged nostril as the girl complied; but barely.

Hank grinned as the tip of the girl's tongue just cleared her lips. For him, that was enough. He pushed his sperm-laden finger over her lips and into her exposed oral cavity, smearing the sampling over her tongue.

Veronica's eyes widened and steadied as her taste buds sampled for the first time the flavor of fresh sperm. At once, she found it salty, putrid, and nasty . She snorted two rapid breaths, blowing spunk from her plugged nostril as Hank's finger began to scrape her other cheek.

"That's right," the man hissed as he wiped his finger on her tongue as second time. "Eat my cum like a real slut. That's what you are now; my little cum-eating slut."

He grunted with satisfaction as he moved his finger from the girl's mouth back to her face. His hand made another half-dozen such journeys. On the last, he pressed his digit into her mouth and left it there as he released of her cheeks with his other hand.

"Suck it for me," the man demanded. "Suck my finger clean."

Veronica sniffled, trying to stem a flow of tears that would not be stopped. She clamped her mouth around the man's finger, pressing the salty flavor of his seed deep into the buds of her tongue.

"Don't cry, little girl," Hank said with a broad grin as he pulled his glistening digit slowly from the girl's mouth. "I know you're probably still hungry, but that's all there is for now. But there's still enough on your face you can smell me all night. We'll feed you more tomorrow. I promise."

Minutes later, the girl found herself alone again in the closet, her mouth once more covered by tape. She tried to tell herself it hadn't happened, but the arms behind her back, her bare legs, her still damp panties, the ravished womanhood within, as well as the pungency on her face and in her mouth were all vivid reminders that her experience was real indeed.

The understanding that this was just the beginning of her ordeal overtook Veronica. She again wept, though she tried to keep her sobs low; preferring that her sister not hear the crying. She knew Rickie would need her to be courageous come morning. Gritting her teeth, she determined to be brave and stop weeping; not just for tonight, but tomorrow as well.

Soon the girl found her eyelids drooping, as if her mind sought through sleep to escape the sorrow of her ideal. But slumber would bring no such solace; only vile brothers, viler cocks, plugged orifices, and load upon load of slimy white ooze covering her face.

The Princess and the Toad

© 2004 by Naughty Puppy

Part 2 of 7

Breakfast

Veronica awoke with a start, blinking into the glare beyond the open door of the closet where she had spent the night.

"Get up," Hank demanded.

The girl struggled to gain her feet, but not fast enough for her bearded captor. He snatched the girl by her hair and yanked her from the closet into the corridor. "When I tell you to do something," he snarled, "you damn well better do it; and I mean fast . Understand?" Grasping her upper arm, he pressed his fingertips through the fabric and into her flesh for emphasis.

Veronica nodded, her eyes wide above the duct tape that still covered her mouth.

"Good. We got a nice spot ready for you downstairs. Let's go." The man hustled the girl through the house, down a steep set of creaking wooden stairs, and into a basement that reeked of mildew. There, Veronica got her first glimpse of her little sister since the previous evening.

Erica was shackled to a large wooden pillar on some carpet scraps. Her ankles were cuffed together on one side of the post so that she was forced to rest on her shins and knees. Her wrists were similarly restrained, coercing the girl into an awkward kneeling position. In spite of her situation, she managed a smile as her eyes found her sister.

Russ stood beside the pudgy blonde, holding several pairs of handcuffs. He nodded toward Veronica. "What happened to her pants?"

"She pissed herself," Hank snapped. He turned to the brunette. "Get on the opposite side of that post from your sister." He waited as the girl followed his instructions, even dropping to her knees without being told.

"That's good," the man continued. "Now get your ankles back so Russ can make sure you ain't goin' nowheres neither."

Hank stood leering as the other man began to shackle the second sister in the same manner as the first.

After Russ had secured Veronica's feet, the older brother pulled out his knife and cut the tape from her arms. Hank began nonchalantly tapping his left palm with the blade while his brother finished the task of securing the girl. Only after she was cuffed by both wrist and ankle to the post did the bearded man yank the tape from her mouth.

"Now I know you maybe thought you might be going home soon," Hank began, "But we got some other plans; at least for you." The man tipped the point of his blade toward Veronica.

"Of course, we'll keep your sister around too, if you behave. Fact is though; you're going to staying with us for a while. Now me and my brother's on welfare, so we can't exactly have you girls eatin' use out of house and home. Yep, we have to figure out someway for you to earn your keep."

Hank paused to grin between the unkempt black hair that surrounded his mouth. "You know," he continued, "someway we can feed you for cheap. Can you think of anything?"

Veronica slowly shook her head, thought she knew well what the man had in mind.

"No?" Hank stood. "I'm thinking since it is time for breakfast anyway and you need something useful to do," he began unfastening his belt, "we might just as well kill two birds with one stone."

Veronica clamped her eyes closed. Ok, she counseled herself. You knew this was coming. Be brave for Rickie! You can do this! How bad can it be? Passing deep breaths, she counted from one to three, trying to steady her nerve. She pressed her lips firmly together and opened her eyelids again, directing her gaze into the eyes of her oppressor.

Hank again found the brunette's scornful expression amusing rather than intimidating. He stood and proceeded to free from his trousers his already rampant cock. Then he leered down at the beautiful brunette. "You have given a blowjob or two, haven't you?"

Erica's eyes flew wide as she at last comprehended what the older sister already knew.

Having already foreseen the man's intent, Veronica managed to remain calm, even blasé. "Yes, I have. You?"

Hank furrowed his brow as he considered the unexpected inquiry. After he had taken the handful of seconds required for his feeble brain to process and identify the affront, he stalked around the post and brought his boot to bear on the younger girl's exposed abdomen.

Erica grunted. Her body sought to double over, but the cuffs about her wrists prevented her from assuming a fetal position. She was left to dangle and gasp, her tongue hanging loosely from her partially open mouth.

"Stop!" Veronica cried. "She didn't do anything!"

Hank moved his foot back as if to kick the younger girl again. "I believe you owe me an apology for being a smart ass."

"I'm sorry," Veronica hissed through clenched teeth.

"Are you done being a smart ass?"

"Yes!"

"Are you ready to do as your told?"

Veronica passed a breath before repeating, "Yes."

"Right then," the man snarled, moving to hover over the older girl. "Get up here and let's see if all them boyfriends you had taught you how to suck cock right."

Veronica hesitated. Looking up at the man, she had little doubt he would coerce her to eventually do his bidding, but she was still reluctant to accept the repulsive beast's member into her mouth.

"Russ, get out your lighter," Hank ordered in a calm, determined tone.

Veronica closed her eyes and took two deep breaths. She didn't know what the man had in mind, but the lighter scared her far more than the knife or the boot. Her resolve steadied, she opened her eyes and her mouth. With a grim determination she moved her lips over the head of her oppressor's cock.

Erica's already damp eyes bulged from their sockets as she saw her sister's mouth engulf the crown of the man's shaft. The blonde inhaled a quick breath through her still parted lips and then turned away, unwilling to watch her sibling's defilement.

The rancid flavor of Veronica's own secretions assaulted her senses as her tongue cradled the man's member. She grimaced and paused, unwittingly recalling where the cock had been the previous evening.

"That's good," Hank said, admiring the view of the lovely brunette's circular lips wrapped around his engorged shaft. "You just hold my cock in your mouth a moment and let me look at you."

God, she is beautiful , the man thought . And she's really mine, my own personal cocksucker. After some seconds of sadistic reflection, his focus shifted from her plugged mouth to her glazed and distant eyes. "Look at me, slut!" he demanded.

Veronica complied, her expression unchanged.

"What's the matter?" asked Hank with a chuckle. "You don't like the way my cock tastes?"

Veronica silently thanked the man for the opportunity to remove her mouth and reply. "No, sir," she lied. "It tastes fine."

"That's good," Hank snarled. "Because you'll be tasting it a lot. But something's botherin' you, ain't it? Oh, I know what it must be! It's them clothes. You don't feel like a proper slut when you're all covered up like that. It's hard to give a good blowjob when yer dressed, ain't it sweetie?"

"No . . ." Veronica began.

"Don't worry," Hank continued. "We can take care of them in a jiffy." He squatted again. Reaching with his left hand, he grabbed the girl's shirt by the neck, pulling the cloth taut. With his right, the man brought the knife to the fabric. He grinned with glee as the blade sawed through the garment.

Veronica gulped. Her features melted in discontent as the fiend methodically cut away every shred of her clothing, making sly comments while groping each newly exposed portion of her flesh. That the man destroyed her clothes as he removed them further emphasized the permanent nature of her new role.

Hank saved her bra for last, looking her in the eyes as he slashed the center portion in one smooth motion. Her full and firm bosom sprang proudly free of its containment, bouncing several times before settling majestically upon her chest

Veronica had tried not to give them the pleasure of weeping, but by the time Hank stood to admire his naked captive her cheeks were streaked with the moist paths of a dozen tears.

"Well," Hank said. "That's much better. You got way too nice a body to be covering it anyway." He tossed his knife to his brother. "You do the other one."

"What?" Russ stammered as he caught the blade.

"Cut them clothes off the toad."

Russ scowled and looked at the blonde. "Why?"

"Just in case she looks better naked," Hank explained.

"Oh," Russ nodded. "Ok." He knelt next to Erica. "Now stay still, little girl. We don't want no stains on them rugs."

Erica looked at the dirty, worn carpet beneath her knees. Though she was thankful to not kneel on the concrete floor of the basement, she failed to see how the rugs could be any more filthy. Still, she did not feel inclined to put the matter to any test and remained motionless as Russ went about the task of cutting the clothes from her body.

"Yes," Hank continued, once again leering at the older girl. "You got a real nice body." He brought both hands to the girl's breasts, groping the soft, malleable flesh of youth.

Veronica squirmed. She glanced down so as not to look the man in the eye. Her gaze inadvertently fell upon his rod instead. Her eyes widened as she saw his member twitch in the process of emitting a large bead of precum. She watched the droplet slide down his cock. The girl tongued her lips, then gulped as she imagined with dread how the rest of his discharge would feel sliding down her throat.

Hank noticed her stare. "What's the matter, babe?" he asked. "You like lookin' at my cock? I bet you want to suck it again. Well, why didn't just you say so? I can feel your tits some other time."

Hank stood and admired the beauty on her knees before him. How many nights , he asked himself, have I only imagined a moment like this? Too many , he answered quickly. "Start sucking, baby," he demanded, using a hand to steer his erect cock once more towards the girl's face.

For a second time Veronica parted her lips and accepted between them the man's crown. She began to slowly move her mouth back and forth over the shaft even as she heard her sister begin to sob behind her.

"That's not suckin'," Hank announced. "Yer just teasing. I thought you said you'd done this before! Don't just move your mouth back and forth. It's call sucking for a reason, slut; now get to it!"

Veronica had indeed given some token head to a few of her boyfriends, and none had ever complained. But she'd never really liked it and always finished them with a hand job. There was no doubt in her mind she would not be finishing this cock with her palm. Still, she knew she had little choice. She began to draw more forcefully, all the while praying for some unforeseen miracle to save her from her fate.

Hank watched as the girl's cheeks began to display intermittent cavities as they yielded to the vacuum within her mouth. "Yeah," he sighed through a fiendish grin. "That's better. You like sucking cock, don't you?"

The man's smile broadened as Veronica did not pause to answer. "Yeah, I knew you did. That's good, because you're gonna be spending a lot of time with a cock in your mouth." He closed his eyes and savored the sensation. His hips began to move in tempo with the motion of the girl's lips upon his shaft.

Russ walked over to stare at the brunette while she continued to draw on his brother's every-expanding member. "God," he muttered. " So that's a blowjob, eh? She really is sucking it. I thought that was just talk from the guys down at the bar. Does that feel as good as it looks?"

"Better," Hank moaned. He opened his eyes and turned his attention to his brother. "You done cuttin' that toad's clothes off?"

Veronica was tempted to bring her teeth to bear on the member of the man who would again call her sister such a name, but she quickly decided that the men would most likely exact their vengeance upon Rickie. Suppressing her ire, she continued to her obedient fellating.

"Yeah," Russ replied. "That one's in her birthday suit too."

"Is she as ugly as she looks?"

"Worse," declared Russ.

"You mean you don't want her to blow you?" Hank asked with a chuckle.

"No, thanks," said Russ, dropping his eyes to the brunette. "I'll wait for this one. God, look at her with a mouth full of dick. I could lose it just looking at her."

"Oh," Hank moaned. "I know what you mean, but you won't have to wait long. I been thinkin' about fillin' this babe's mouth all night. Too bad Fred came over last night or we could have both done her then."

Veronica tried not to listen as she continued to move her mouth over the man's cock. With every stroke, the shaft became thicker. A slick briny solution soon coated every surface of the interior of her mouth, though she knew this was but a token of what would soon follow.

Though every ounce of the brunette's pride begged her to do something else, anything else, her love for her sister won out. She continued to draw on the vile man's cock knowing full well that another would soon take its place. Her chest shuddered as she sought to keep both anger and anguish in check. You can do it, she coached herself. It isn't that bad. But it was that bad, and it was about to get worse.

The man felt the tingling at the base of his manhood that signaled the beginning of his culmination. He turned his gaze downward toward the suckling girl. "That's right, baby; you're sucking good now. Keep going like a good little slut. Suck your breakfast right out of my balls. C'mon, faster."

Accepting her fate, Veronica quickened her pace and prepared for the worst. Her oppressor was correct; she did not have long to wait.

"Oh, God!" the bearded man bellowed as his semen began its exodus from his balls. "Yeah, baby, you just keep sucking while Uncle Hank feeds you a nice big breakfast."

Veronica made a muffled gagging sound as the first burst erupted into her oral cavity, blasting across her cradling tongue, flooding her taste buds with the putrid tang of warm semen. Fighting the impulse to gag, she ceased her motion. She had not yet recovered before the next pulse arrived saturating her mouth with still more of the gooey mass.

"No, you stupid whore," growled Hank as he grabbed the girl's dark locks. "No one told you to stop!" He pulled her face onto his cock; relishing the retching sound the girl emitted as his crown penetrated her throat.

Hank held his victim's nose in his rank pubic hair as he emptied the remainder of his load directly down her gullet. The girl repeatedly choked and gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks as his seed streamed down her throat. Though she could no longer taste his offering, her tongue detected each massive pulse as it traveled the underside of the man's shaft before depositing his slimy seed upon her tonsils.

Hank only released Veronica's head a half-minute later as his orgasm subsided. At once she opened her mouth, yanking it from the man's cock. As she did so a wide cord of semen trailed from her lips to his crown. The girl poke her tongue from her mouth and coughed, spewing some the man's offering over her lips, where it clung like some obscene frosting.

"Hurry up and catch your breath," Hank instructed. "You have a cock to clean before you get the other half of your breakfast. And you clean my cum off your face too, like a good little slut. We can't have you wasting good food. Children are starving in Africa, you know!"

Hank and Russ laughed at the crude joke while they watched Veronica lick the man's semen from her lips, her protuberant bosom rising and falling as she struggled to replenish her depleted lungs.

"That's enough," Hank concluded after the girl had scoured the area of her face that her tongue could reach. "Time to clean my cock."

With a gulp and a grimace, Veronica dropped her lower jaw. While a smile, the man stepped forward and dropped his cock into her open maw. He brought his hand to the girl's hair, petting her like a faithful dog as her mouth closed upon his shaft. Her eyes burning with hatred, the brunette licked the rod clean, noticing with alarm that it became firmer as her tongue bathed it.

"Hurry up," Hank demanded. "Russ has been waiting long enough." The man turned to his brother. "Well, you gonna get them pants down or what?"

Russ looked at his trousers as if he expected they might have lowered themselves. "Oh," he muttered as he grasped his belt. In short order, he was stepping out of his pants and underwear, his rigid member and a fair portion of his massive midsection exposed below his shirttail.

"That's clean enough for now," Hank said. "But don't worry, I'll let you suck it again soon; real soon." He moved to one side. "We got a nice fresh cock for your sexy little mouth, right brother?"

"Right!" Russ exclaimed, taking his sibling's place in front of the girl.

Veronica glanced at the pale, bloated, and hairy gut of the man she was about to fellate and tried not to hurl . Is this really happening? she asked herself . Am I really going to have to suck my breakfast out of these baboons every morning? Has it only been a day since I was with mom and dad?

The reluctant brunette moved her face forward. Trying, and failing, to send her mind to some imaginary happy place, she parted her lips and slipped them over the fat man's engorged mushroom head. Immediately she noted that his cock was anything but fresh. The scent of urine that wafted from the man's filthy pubes invaded her nostrils at the same moment his grimy shaft assaulted her taste buds.

Russ smiled as her saw the beautiful brunette's face disappear beneath the overhang of his belly, missing completely the look of disgust that gripped her features. He sighed and closed his eyes as she began her efforts to coax a load from his testicles.

"Oh, oh," Russ moaned as he felt the girl's mouth begin to work its magic.

"This is better than I ever imagined," Hank announced, his eyes locked on the girl's stretched lips as they slid over his brother's enraged shaft. "Our own personal little cocksucker, and a pretty one at that."

Russ looked down, but his protruding gut blocked his view of all but the back of her bobbing head. "She sure looked perty suckin' your dick," he said. "I wish I could see her suckin' mine."

Hank smiled. "Maybe we'll have to get us one of the camera recorder things so you can!"

Russ looked to his brother and grinned. "Can we really?"

"Why not?" Hank said. "I bet we can get one cheap down at the pawn shop. I could watch this little babe suck cock all day. Heck, the way I'm feelin' just now she may be sucking cock all day. Have you ever felt anything so good?"

"No," Russ moaned. "Oh, God. She already has me close."

"Let her have it, bro!" Hank called. "I think I'm ready for some more anyway. Hell, at this rate, we may never have to feed her any real food."

Russ groaned as his rod erupted, supplying the girl her second serving of the hour, but hardly her last.

"Yeah," Hank said. "That's a good girl! Look, she's already learnt to keep suckin'!"

Erica sat sobbing behind her sister, completely forgotten by the brothers. She closed her eyes, wishing she could do the same with her ears. There was nothing she could do to block out the sounds of her sister's suffering as the men took turns taunting the girl as they repeatedly used her mouth as their personal cum receptacle. Equally burdensome for the younger girl was the knowledge that the repugnant men considered her too homely to be worthy of such abuse.

Almost an hour later, the brothers were at last satisfied. "We'll be back later with your lunch," Hank chuckled as he fastened his trousers. Both men laughed heartily as they made their way across the basement and up the staircase.

"I'm for a nap," Russ noted before he lit a cigarette.

"Me too," agreed Hank as the brothers disappeared.

The girls' eyes followed the footsteps along the boards overhead. Finally convinced they had at least some time to themselves, the sisters looked at one another, then away; even though there was nothing else in the basement to see except the furnace, laundry appliances, a tub-like sink, and a few old mattresses lying against the wall. Several awkward minutes passed as both tried to conjure words adequate for the situation.

Erica finally shuffled around the post to sit next to her sister. "I'm sorry," she offered.

"For what?"

"For forgetting my ticket."

For the first time Veronica was sorry as well; sorry she had walked with her sister. She realized then that the men would most likely not have taken Erica had the blonde girl been alone. The brunette forced a smile. "It wasn't your fault. I should have paid more attention. I just never thought this sort of thing would happen to us."

Erica glanced to the concrete, then back to her sister. "What do you think mom and dad are doing?"

"Probably making some tearful pleas through the press; like it'll do any good. Fucking reporters are just vultures feeding off other people misery anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"Like reporters actually believe anyone who would kidnap a couple of girls is going to see our mom on TV and say 'Oh, gosh, I didn't realize their mother would be so sad, we should let them go.' What a bunch of bullshit! Those journalists are just looking for ratings; they know these pricks aren't going to have a change of heart and turn us loose. The bastards probably sit upstairs and laugh while they watch our mom crying on the evening news. If we get out of this the first reported that sticks a microphone in my face is getting a knee in his nuts!"

Erica sighed and looked to the concrete. "If they aren't going to let us go, do you think they'll kill us?"

The older sibling pressed her lips together as she twisted them in contemplation. "I suppose they might, eventually. But if we bide our time, anything can happen." She bobbed her head in the direction of the old bedding. "You see those mattresses?"

"Yes."

"Well," Veronica began, "it doesn't take much imagination to figure why they put those down here. I think it means they aim to keep us for a while. Don't give up hope. We are still alive, they haven't really hurt us yet and we've still got each other."

"But aren't you scared?"

"Yes. Very."

"You don't seem like you are," Rickie noted.

"We need to remain calm," Veronica related. "I won't pretend I enjoyed what they just did, but I can take it if it means they don't hurt us. If we do what they say, they may let down their guard and give us a change to escape. I figure the last thing two stupid old men want on their hands is a couple of bawling young girls, so we need to stay calm and appear obedient until we get our chance."

Erica nodded as she gazed on the cracked cement of the basement floor. "I see what you mean." She turned to her sister. "I think I'd break down totally if it weren't for you."

Ronnie flashed a smile meant as an encouragement. "I know I would if you weren't here."

Several silent minutes passed before either girl spoke again.

"What's it like," Erica asked, "when they squirt in your mouth?"

Veronica shrugged as best she could. "Mostly it's just sticky and slimy. Kind of like a mouthful of runny, salty, snot; except it tastes worse."

"Yuck!"

"Yeah," Veronica nodded with a grin. She looked down at her sleek abdomen and contemplated its contents. "Not exactly the breakfast of champions."

Erica grinned at her sister's jest. "How can you joke at a time like this?"

"We've got to keep out spirits up," Veronica asserted. "Just because they use us for pleasure does not mean they've beaten us. They can take our bodies, but they can't take our spirit; unless we let them."

"I feel guilty," Erica said. "I wish they'd do me too."

"No." Veronica shifted her gaze from her belly to look her sibling squarely in the eye. "You don't."

The Princess and the Toad

© 2004 by Naughty Puppy

Part 3 of 7

Their Little Slut

Hours later, both of the girls' heads pivoted in unison as the sound of footsteps on the stairs echoed within the basement. They saw both sets of boots coming down and expected lunch to be a simple repeat of breakfast. When the younger men's hands came into view however, the girls saw that he carried a plate with a quartet of sandwiches.

"Lunchtime, girlies," Hank announced. "We decided you did such a good job at breakfast we wouldn't make you earn your keep again until supper, but seeing your fine body, well, my dick's starting to have second thoughts already."

The man paused to glance about the basement. "Russ, we're gonna need us some chairs down here anyway. Go fetch a couple."

The younger man set the plate upon the floor and waddled back toward the stairs.

Hank looked at the two girls over as they knelt side-by-side in front of him. "You sure one of you ain't adopted?"

"Certain," Veronica replied quickly.

"Then how come you got all the looks?"

"I didn't!"

"It's real touchin' the way you stick up for your sister," Hank noted. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to her, would you?"

Veronica shook her head meekly. "No, sir."

"So if I release one of your hands so you can eat," Hank began, "you won't cause no trouble, will ya?"

"No."

The man turned to the younger sister. "And you?"

"No, sir."

"Alright then." Hank bent down and fumbled with the key until Erica's right hand was free. The man then took the empty cuff and attached it to Veronica's right hand before repeating the process, in reverse, for the older girl.

"Thank you," replied Veronica as she wiggled her stiff left wrist.

Hank moved the plates to where the girls could reach it. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as he heard his brother on the stairs. "Bring them chairs over here," he called. "And fetch some water."

"Ok." Russ carried the chairs to his brother, before retreating once again up the stairs.

Hank flipped one of the crude wooden chairs backwards and straddled the seat, resting his crossed arms across the back. "Eat up," he said. "We don't mean to poison or starve ya."

Erica reached for her sandwich and gave it some scrutiny. Veronica, on the other hand, grabbed the nearest morsel and took a large bite, her eyes never leaving her captor.

Hank smiled. "I was right impressed with how you did this morning. None of that 'Oh, I could never put my mouth on that!' crap we expected from you." He paused to give opportunity for response, but both girls chose to eat instead of talk.

The man stood as his brother reappeared with a pitcher of tap water. "Well, reckon we'll leave you two to dine on your own." He stooped to give one of Veronica's breasts a firm squeeze. "See you later," he concluded with a wink.

Left alone, the girls consumed with some haste the balance of the simple meal. The sisters soon had reason to lament their appetites. As the afternoon wore on their digestive tracts soon began to give notice. Long before dusk each girl, having held out of long as she physically could, was compelled by nature to evacuate her bowels upon the concrete.

The sisters had to put up with the sight and scent until mid-evening, when the men reappeared.

Hank immediately noticed the feces and wrinkled his nose. "Had to shit, did ya?"

"We're sorry," Veronica said immediately. "We tried to wait, but we couldn't."

"Of course not," said Hank. "Who said you had to wait? That's what the hose is for."

"Hose?"

"Yeah," said Hank. "Russ, fetch the hose."

The hefty man walked to the cavernous fiberglass sink near the water heater and retrieved a common garden hose.

"See," said Hank. "No problem. We'll just spray it all over to the drain." The man proceeded to do just that, and then give their captives a spraying as well. Both men laughed as the girls shrieked while blast of cold water played across their exposed forms.

"What's the matter," Hank asked as his brother finally shut the faucet off. "Don't you girls like baths? I think you must, your nipples are hard and pointed- so you must be excited. Speaking of which, I got something that's hard, pointed, and excited too."

"We got your dinner cooking upstairs," the man continued as he reached for his belt. "But we've got a two course appetizer for you first."

Veronica released a massive sigh as she saw the old man's already hard cock spring from his trousers.

The next few days went much the same way, the girls being ignored except for meals, and baths. A 'meal' almost always included Veronica blowing at least one, and frequently both, brothers. Erica was all but ignored.

On the morning of the forth day of their captivity, though the sisters had by then quit counting, the routine changed when the two men came downstairs.

Russ sprayed the girl's nightly refuse away with the hose before sadistically spraying them as well, as was by then his habit.

Veronica sat upright as the younger brother put the hose away, resigned to performing her usual morning service. Her brow dropped with her eyes as Hank knelt beside her and began to unfasten her cuffs.

"We've decided you need a bit of exercise," Hank noted as the first of the chains fell from the girl's wrist.

Veronica's throat convulsed as if to swallow, but her mouth was parched. She started to ask what the man had in mind, but decided she'd find out soon enough.

"Get up," Hank ordered as the last cuff fell from her ankle.

Veronica stood, adopting a meek, submissive pose, hoping to inspire any shred of pity her captors might possess.

"I'd been thinkin' to not give you a good fuckin' until just after you've had your period," Hank announced. "But I been thinkin' that as long as we cum in your mouth instead of your cunt, we probably won't be getting you knocked up too soon."

Veronica grimaced.

Hank jerked his head. "Over on the mattress girl. On all fours, like a good little bitch."

Veronica stumbled to the bed, her disused muscles protesting the exertion. She had expected the men to get around to again raping something besides her mouth, but the passage of a few days had given her some hope that the bulk of her molestation would be confined to simple blowjobs.

"Yeah," Hank said as he watched the girl assume the pose he had ordered. "You got a nice little ass too. Not as good as your tits, but real nice."

"Yeah," grunted Russ as he gaped at the girl's partially exposed snatch. "Real nice."

"Why don't you pick who you want to fuck you first?" Hank suggested.

"I don't care," Veronica replied.

"I didn't ask if you cared!" Hank bellowed. "Pick!"

"You," Veronica replied calmly.

"Me what?" Hank asked sarcastically. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck me first, Hank," Veronica said in as much of a monotone as she could manage.

"That's better," Hank said. He methodically removed his trousers and shorts, then moved to kneel behind the girl.

Veronica stiffened as she felt the man's hand roughly probe her snatch. Hank rubbed the edge of his mitt up and down the girl's closed vulva, until her body betrayed her wishes and began to respond to the sensation.

"Yeah," Hank hissed as he felt the girl's moist pussy lips part. "You want it, don't you slut? You missed having a big dick in your pussy, didn't you?" He allowed a few seconds for reply before bringing his hand down upon her buttock.

Veronica jolted from the unexpected shock.

"I asked you a question, slut!" Hank bellowed. "Do you want my cock in your wet little cunt?"

"Sure," Veronica said simply.

"Then ask for it, like a good little slut," Hank demanded.

Veronica sighed, thankful she at least did not have to look at her oppressor as he took her. "I want your cock in my cunt," she muttered.

"You didn't say 'please.'" Hank noted.

Veronica rolled her eyes. " Please ."

"Well," Hank said. "Since you asked nicely." He grasped his manhood and began rubbing his cockhead up and down the crease where his hand had so recently been.

Veronica's head sagged as she felt her passage ready itself for penetration. She shook her head as she condemned her traitorous cunt for all but welcoming her defiler. She quivered each time the tip of the man's cock crossed her entry, knowing any time could be the moment she dreaded. She shuddered when he stopped and pushed the malleable crown of his prick until it filled her concave entrance.

"How's it feel to be my personal little whore?" Hank asked as he pushed his cock for a second time into her snug interior.

Veronica grunted only slightly as her love canal expanded to accommodate the unwelcome guest. Her head hung low with her morale as the old man put his hands to her hips. Hank began to pump the girl, each stroke more vigorous than the last.

Veronica's eyes found her breasts, swinging in time with the man's thrusting. What is the big deal? she asked herself . He's already raped you once. Why is this time worse than the first? Her breasts swung three times before she realized the answer; This time I'm letting him do it! It was true, she was not tied up or forced like she had been the first time. By submitting, she was implicitly accepting her place in life as his slut, his sexual plaything. And Erica was witness to it all.

"You got a nice little pussy," Hank noted. "It hugs my cock like a glove. I think maybe your pussy and my dick were made for one another."

Soon the man was pounding the girl's passage with abandon, ramming the full length of his rod into her confines with each stroke. "Push back against me, slut," he demanded. "And squeeze."

With a sigh of resignation, Veronica followed the instruction, adopting a rhythm that matched that of her tormenter.

"How's it feel to have your pussy stuffed?" Hank asked maliciously.

"It feels good," Veronica muttered without moving her head, though it was an absolute lie. This time was much worse than the first, an unmistakable confirmation that all the man claimed was true; that she was his to do with as he pleased, as often as he pleased, however he pleased.

"Are you sure?" Hank inquired. "You don't sound too enthusiastic. Maybe I should be fucking your sister instead. Maybe she's got an even tighter cunt than yours. As ugly as she is, I bet she's never even been kissed, let alone fucked. I suppose I might be able to close my eyes and manage."

Both sets of feminine eyes flew wide. Veronica inhaled a quick breath, and then looked over her shoulder to reply, "No, sir! "Please leave your cock in my pussy. I love it there. Don't ever take it out. You're right, my pussy and your cock were made for one another." She grimaced as her own words reached her ears.

"Well," Hank began, "That sounded a little better, but I think it's definitely time to take it out."

"No," Veronica begged, trying to conjure any words that would spare her sister from suffering the same fate. "Please don't give your big cock to my sister! I don't want to share! I want it all for myself!"

"I didn't say I was going to give it to your sister," Hank said. "It's just time for it to go back in your mouth. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll never think of putting it in your sister again. What do you say?"

"Yes, sir," Veronica replied with a sniffle. "I always try to do a good job." Her eyes clouded. "I'm your slut, sir. I always do my best for you."

Hank smiled. "That's good. Now get your little slut mouth over here and start sucking."

Veronica spun on her hands and knees. She held her mouth wide and stretched her neck. Gaining the tip of Hank's cock with her upper lip, she brought the shaft horizontal and plunged her mouth over its length. She hardly noticed the flavor of her own snatch as she fellated the man with renewed determination; her only goal was push all thoughts of Erica from his mind.

"Now that's what I call sucking!" Hank bellowed. "I knew you could do it. Practice makes perfect, right?" He turned to his brother. "What are you waiting for? Go ahead and fuck her. A good little slut like this wants to please both her men at once. Don't you, slut?"

Veronica did her best to grunt in the affirmative as she continued to draw ferociously upon the man's cock. She soon felt Russ's hands on her hips, and his soft belly resting on her ass. She winced but slightly as the younger brother easily penetrated her well-lubed passage.

The young brunette's chest suddenly felt hollow as she realized she was being book-ended by the two disgusting hicks. Her entire existence now consisted simply of coaxing cum from a pair of grubby old men.

Her attention momentarily centered upon feeling sorry for herself, Veronica did not notice the cock in her mouth grow larger. The crown flared. She issued a grunt of surprise as Hank's first spurt coated the back of her tongue. She gulped it down quickly; knowing there was likely much more to follow.

"Oh, God," Hank moaned. "You are just a cocksucking, cum-eating machine, aren't you slut? That's right, milk every last drop of cum from them balls. And you keep my dick in your warm little mouth and make it good and hard again, because it's going right back in your pussy as soon as Russ is ready to trade places."

"Oh, Hank," Russ moaned. "I'm close already."

"What?" Hank sneered. "Can't you ever hold your load for more than two minutes?"

"Oh, Hank," Russ whimpered. "This babe is so fucking hot I can almost cum just looking at her."

Hank glanced down to see the girl's chocolate colored orbs looking mournfully back at him while she continued to obediently cleanse and nurture his cock. "I know what you mean bro," he said. "And she looks hungry too."

"That's your cue, slut," Hank barked. "Turn around have some more breakfast."

Veronica released one cock from her mouth, only to have it quickly replaced by another once she had scooted to face the opposite direction.

"Yeah, baby," Russ said as her face disappeared beneath his belly. He grabbed the back of the girl's head and forced his manhood beyond her mouth and into her throat.

"Ahhhhh," the younger brother moaned as he felt the soft tissue of the brunette's gullet envelope his cockhead. She sputtered and gagged as the man gripped her still-damp tresses, holding her mouth steady over his throbbing rod.

"Yeah," chortled Hank. "Give it to her. All sluts like having their face fucked."

Veronica barely noticed Hank's semi-erect cock return to her pussy. Her attention was instead completely focused on her confined head and corked neck. She felt her eyes fill with moisture as she continued to choke. Her damp eyes flew wide as she felt her throat begin to fill as well. A steady stream of tears began to cascade down the young girl's cheeks as a stream of a different sort began to flow down her throat.

"Oh, God," Russ moaned as his cock continued to unload.

Hank beamed. "Breakfast is served?"

"Oh, yeah!" Russ bellowed.

"Awright!" Hank held a vertical palm over the girl's back. Russ released the girl's head and brought his hand forcefully to that of his brother.

The male siblings celebrated their achievement with a poorly executed high-five as the object of their conquest gasped for air beneath them. Several stringy trails of semen hung from Veronica's open, panting, lips as she let her sunken, bloodshot eyes fall to the floor. She realized she was their personal little slut, in every sense of the word.

The Princess and the Toad

© 2004 by Naughty Puppy

Part 4 of 7

Princess to Porn Star

The rest of that day and all of the next consisted of more of the same, the brothers repeatedly raping the brunette's cunt until it was quite sore.

"Hey Russ," Hank hollered as he probed Veronica's entry with one of his callused fingers. "We done fucked our poor little slut raw."

"We did?" Russ queried.

"Yeah," Hank said. "Guess we need to give her pussy a rest." He stood and smiled. "Hear that princess, you've earned the morning off. See ya this afternoon."

Although Veronica was pleased to not have both of their cocks in her body, the fiend's wicked grin sent a chill through her already frigid spirit. She watched as the men left the basement, speaking in hushed tones. Shortly thereafter, she heard a vehicle drive away.

"I wonder what they're going to do now," Veronica muttered.

"What more can they do?" Erica asked.

Veronica shook her head as she considered her sister's innocence. "Quite a bit, I'm sure," she noted, trying to be deliberately ambiguous.

"Are you really hurt?" Erica asked.

Veronica nodded. "Yeah; but not bad. I think I finally scabbed enough where it scratches their dicks. Mostly it just itches."

Erica wrinkled her nose. "Yuck."

"Tell me about it."

"I'm sorry," Erica offered quickly. "I didn't mean to be rude."

"You weren't," Veronica insisted. " 'Yuck' pretty much covers it."

"Do you want me to try and scratch it?"

Veronica's initial instinct was to decline. She opened her mouth with that in mind, but in that moment she reconsidered the idea . Why shouldn't my sister touch my pussy? Those bastards already have? We've scratched each other's itches in other places these past few days. What could be the sin?

"Yes," Veronica replied. "That'd be nice. What did you have in mind?"

Erica spread her knees and arched her torso, moving her shackled wrists toward the carpet scraps that covered the basement floor. "That's as low as I can get my hand. Can you reach it?"

The brunette scooted to where her sister's fingers wiggled. Essentially sitting on that hand, she adjusted herself, intent on providing access to her entryway.

Instead, Veronica accidentally brought her clit adjacent to the squirming digits. She recoiled at once from the shock, issuing a slight whimper.

Erica stopped moving her fingers and looked around the post. "Did I hurt you?"

Veronica turned her head to find her sister's face in her peripheral view. The brunette's jaw hung loose for several seconds before any words emerged. In that small stretch of time she realized she had another itch that needed scratching even more. "Yes, but not bad. It's a little, uh, tender. Can I maybe ask you to rub instead of scratch?"

"Sure."

"Good. Wiggle them again," Veronica instructed. "And careful with the nails."

"Ok."

The siblings resumed their efforts with immediate success. Erica's eyes widened and wandered as she sensed her sister's crease moisten under her touch. She had fingered herself enough times to understand what was happening. Far from being repulsed, the idea that she was making her sister happy thrilled her. "Does that scratch your itch just right?" she asked, increasing the pressure of the massage.

"Oh, God, yes!" Veronica moaned. "Scratch it more, please . Yes, just like that. Maybe you could scratch inside with your thumb at the same time. Can you do that?"

Erica's thumb separated from her fingers and pointed skyward. The pudgy blonde smiled as she felt her sister's passage slide over the digit. As soon as she had gained entry, the younger sibling began to twirl her pudgy finger. She found a few rough spots within, and did her best to avoid these.

"Yes!" Veronica cried. "Perfect! Now scratch with your fingers too!"

Erica's four exterior digits returned to the brunette's upper vulva. Soon the older sister was grinding her snatch upon the younger's hand. Though the muscles of her palm and wrist soon ached from the awkward effort, Rickie clenched her teeth. Ignore the pain, she instructed herself. After all that she's done for you, Ronnie deserves a few moments of happiness, and you're going to give it to her anyway you can; no matter how much it hurts! The pudgy blonde's face erupted into a broad smile as she heard her sister begin to emit low moans of pleasure.

Neither of them said another word for the next half-hour until the sated brunette slid from her sibling's hand. "Thanks," Veronica muttered. Her thighs clenched as she savored the aftermath of several welcome orgasms. "You scratched my itch just right."

Erica beamed. "I could scratch you again later, if you think the itching might come back."

"Yes," Veronica whispered. Her eyelids and head dropped. Her bosom heaved as she cycled deep breaths. "I'd like that very much."

Erica passed an extended sigh. "I might have a bit of itching in the same spot, you know?"

Veronica's head popped up at once. Her eyes opened as a smile broke across her face. "Did you want me to scratch it?"

Erica gulped. "Yes."

"Well," Veronica hissed. "You know all you had to do was ask."

Several hours passed before the sounds of footsteps above interrupted the sisters' midday nap. Their heads rose in unison. In silence their eyes traced the paths of the boots across the joists. Too soon, the door at the top of the stairs opened and the two lecherous brothers made their way down the steps into the basement.

Veronica let out a groan as she noticed the older man carrying a video camera and a tripod.

"Y'all ready to be movie stars?" Hank asked, sporting the same wicked grin.

Veronica sighed and averted his gaze.

"I asked you a question!" Hank barked.

Veronica pursed her lips together. The brothers had mentioned the concept of getting a camera before, but the idea of her degradation being captured for posterity angered her more than she had expected. "No," she sneered. "I'm not ready."

"Oh!" Hank chortled. "So you aren't ready to show the world what a slut you are?"

"No!"

"Russ," Hank began. "Fetch your lighter. And one of mother's sewing needles." The man grinned even more menacingly. "A nice, big, needle."

Veronica's features melted with her resolve. "Ok, ok," she stammered. "I'll do it."

"Nope." Hank shook his head. "It's time you learnt a lesson."

"Please," Veronica begged.

"You should have thought of that before you said 'No.'," Hank announced. "You're a slut now, not a princess. You're a cocksucking, cum-eating whore, and you better get used to it." He knelt beside the brunette and calmly began to loosen her shackles.

"What are you going to do?" Veronica asked mournfully.

"Oh, yeah," Hank said. "Thanks for askin'. I almost forgot, we should probably record this, just in case you need some reminding again later too."

The man stood and walked to where he had set the camera. He coolly picked up the recorder and the tripod and walked to the far side of the pillar, where Erica sat.

To both girl's surprise, and dismay, he began to set up the camera, training in on the younger sister. "No!" Veronica cried. "Don't do my sister! It's my fault. Leave her alone!"

"It's ok, Ronnie," Erica said, trying to remain calm now that her sister was becoming hysterical. "You need a break anyway."

Hank smirked. "That's mighty nice words there little toad. We'll see how ok you think it is when we're done." He proceeded to move the camera around, trying various angles and taping a few test segments until his brother reappeared.

"You got the stuff?" Hank asked.

"Yep," said Russ.

"Good," Hank said. "You work the camera."

Russ put his eye to the viewfinder and tried to train the camera on Veronica. "I can't see her good from over here," he noted.

"That's ok," Hank said. "I'm gonna bring her over there." He squatted and quickly released the brunette's shackles, re-securing each limb so that the girl was free of the pillar, but still restrained.

Hank dragged the girl around the post by her upper arm, dropping her like a suitcase across her sister's abdomen. "Suck your sister's tit," he ordered.

Veronica looked up. "What?"

"You heard me," Hank snarled. "Get that little nipple in your mouth and start sucking."

Veronica looked up at her sister's small, conical bosoms, then to the prying camera, and then back to Hank, begging with her eyes for him to reconsider.

The old man shook his head and swung his foot forward, bringing the laces of his boot in contact with the older girl's exposed cunt.

Veronica grunted as the impact lifted her haunches momentarily from the floor. With a gulp of resignation, she looked into Erica's eyes. She noted the same sense of futility there.

Hank was unsatisfied with the progress and kicked the girl a second time.

"It's ok," Rickie said. "Don't let them keep hurting you."

Veronica nodded meekly, her eyes closed as she tried to trap the latest wave of moisture that sought to erupt from her tear ducts. "I'm sorry," she offered as she moved her mouth over her sibling's right breast and engulfed the younger girl's indistinct areola.

Erica tensed as she felt the unusual experience of being suckled. In spite of what she thought she ought to feel, she soon found the sensation a pleasing one. Her slightly concave nipple soon grew proud and firm under her sister's oral nurturing.

"You getting this?" Hank asked his brother.

"Oh!" Russ started. "I, uh, forgot…"

Hank closed his upturned eyes and shook his head. "Just turn the damn camera on and git over there out of the way!"

Russ hurriedly pushed the red button and then scurried to the spot his brother had indicated.

"Where's the needle?" the older man asked.

Russ reached into his pocket. "Right here."

Veronica's eyes bulged as she stopped suckling and turned to her captors. "No!" she cried. "I'm doing what you wanted! Please ."

"Sorry, princess," Hank sneered. "But if we let you get away with telling to us 'no' who knows what you'll try next." He reached down and grabbed the girl's matted brown tresses.

Veronica let out a sharp cry as the man yanked her from her sister and dropped her unceremoniously at Russ's feet.

"Give me the needle and lighter," Hank ordered. "Then hold her down."

Veronica gasped and immediately began to squirm, trying to gain her feet.

"Where do you think you're going," Hank snarled as he took the implements from his brother. "Sit on her."

"Ok." Russ rolled the girl onto her stomach and squatted on her shoulder blades. His enormous girth pancaked her breasts across the gritty concrete, effectively ending her pointless struggling.

" Please ," Veronica gasped. "I can't breath." She closed her eyes as her bosom protested being crushed.

"Should have thought of that before you decided to be uncooperative," Hank declared. "But don't worry, this won't take too long." He nonchalantly flipped the roller on the lighter and then ran the large needle through the flame.

"I think that should do," the man announced after heating the instrument for the better part of a minute. "Let's see if that nipple is still nice and hard."

Erica let out a whimper as the man dropped the lighter and knelt beside her. Her mouth dropped as he brought his grubby fingers to the still-moist nipple where her sister's mouth had so recently been.

Hank looked the young girl in the eye and smiled. To his surprise, she did not protest or cry, but merely swallowed. "Yeah," he said, turning his attention back to her breast. "I think that's hard enough." His evil grin widened as he brought the needle toward its target.

Veronica finally grasped the man's cruel intent. "No!" she tired to scream, although she could muster only enough air to gasp instead. Her legs flopped about in futile protest as the metal pin found its mark.

The older girl tensed as she heard the slight sizzle of her own spittle being vaporized, followed by her sister's shrill cry. Her body went limp. She could but close her eyes and weep as the sound of Erica's single extended wail filled the basement.

"There," Hank concluded less than a minute later. He backed a half-foot, admiring the result of his labor with a tilted head.

Erica looked back at the brute with pressed lips and moist eyes, her breaths coming in raspy spurts. Finally, she dared to glance down at her breast. She blinked quickly, but lost tear anyway as she saw the large needle still lodged in her tender nipple, half of the metal poking out of either side of the puncture. Her breathing started to resume something of a normal pattern as the pain gave way to a dull throbbing.

Hank walked to where Veronica lay still beneath Russ. "Do I need to pierce the other one too or are you going to behave."

Veronica, still sobbing, nodded her head erratically.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes,' " Hank said, shifting his focus to his brother. "Let her up."

Russ rose. Veronica immediately rolled to one side, gasping for air.

"Turn off the camera and take it upstairs," Hank ordered. He looked back to the brunette. "I take it you're ready to make our movie after all?"

Veronica gulped and looked at the man with her bloodshot eyes. "Yes," she said gasped.

"Good," Hank noted. "Crawl your sorry ass up the stairs. I think we can make a better picture in the living room than we can down here." He looked down at the still stationary girl. "Hurry up! Just follow Russ, he'll show you the way."

Veronica struggled to right herself.

"No!" Hank barked. "I said crawl . On your knees, little bitch that likes to say 'no.' Now git!"

Laughing, Russ led the sidling brunette from the basement while the older man knelt before the pudgy blonde and casually began to remove his keys from their ring. Erica looked intently as the he slid every key from the tightly wrapped circle of metal, certain she did not want to know what he had in mind.

Almost two hours later the younger brother hauled a bedraggled Veronica back down to the basement and chained her once again to the post. The sisters made eye contact immediately, but neither spoke until they heard the door at the top of the stairs close.

"I'm sorry," they both offered at the same moment. Each then gave the other as much of a smile as they could muster under the circumstances.

"How's your, uh..." Veronica began.

"Nipple?" Erica said. "It hurts a bit. He put a key ring through it after you left."

"He did what?"

"You know," Erica explained. "One of those rings where you slide the keys between and then around and around until it's on. Except it was my nipple he slide around and around, not a key."

Veronica dropped her shaking head.

Erica tried to strain her modest bosom to allow her sister a good view. "We'll have to work our way around to the other side of the post if you want a look."

"You mean our toilet spot?" Veronica snorted. "I think I can wait to see it later. How much does it hurt."

"Not much now," Erica related. "It stung pretty bad when he threaded the key ring through though."

"I didn't hear you scream," Veronica recalled.

"I didn't want to give him the pleasure."

Veronica nodded and smiled. "Good for you."

Erica pursed her lips then looked earnestly to her sister. "What'd they make you do?"

"Suck them again," Veronica sighed. "What else?"

"You want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"I'd appreciate it if you would anyway," Erica said. "At least then maybe I'll know more in case I ever have to do the same."

Veronica scowled. "Ok. You want to know? Fine! First, I had to look into the camera and beg to suck the fat one's pathetic little prick. Of course, I don't really so much suck him much anymore since he's decided he likes fucking my face and gagging me instead.

"Every time he sticks his dick down my throat, my eyes water, as if I don't have enough reason to cry already. Then that bastard Hank keeps telling me to look at the camera and smile like a good little slut as if I could somehow smile with a face full of dick.

"Lucky for me, Russ has all the stamina of an eighteen-year old or he'd probably suffocate me. At least when he shoots down my throat I don't have to taste it."

Veronica paused to sigh. "Hank however, he seems to like the idea of fouling my mouth. After he gives his brother the camera and has Russ stand on a chair, so he's filming down over Hank's shoulder.

"Then I have to beg to suck his filthy prick and eat his cum too. Not that their really ever filthy anymore since I clean them often enough. You know what's really bad? I've sucked their cocks so much it's boring now. Not humiliating, not awful, not disgusting; just boring .

"Anyway, then I start sucking him and he's saying things like 'I could never get tired of looking at your pretty face with my dick sticking out of it.' and 'I'm glad you like the taste of my cock.' "

Veronica stopped and shook her head. "I could almost puke! Then he says 'When I feed you this time, don't swallow. I want everyone to see how much you like eating my cum.'

"Well, he must have been pretty excited by the movie and all, because he didn't last long either. He shot a lot more than usual too. There was hardly enough room in my mouth for his dick and his load. I wish that part could get boring, but his cum still tastes nasty!

"Anyway, so he takes his dick out right away and orders me to open my mouth wide. There I am with my jaws open, showing the whole fucking world that I have a mouthful of sperm!

"Then the bastard makes me swish it around, like mouthwash. And I'm supposed to smile for the camera while I do it. Not fucking likely!"

Veronica paused for a few seconds, her eyes fixed on the floor. Erica saw her sister's massive mammaries heave with every agitated breath.

"Then," Veronica continued as she turned her face back to her sibling, "He says, 'Ok, slut. Hold your mouth nice and wide so everyone can see my cum.' "

"So I did and he said, 'Now swallow it with your mouth wide open so everyone can see it go down your pretty little throat. You want everyone to know how much you like eating my cum, don't you slut?'"

Veronica sighed again. "And I did it, of course. What have they turned me into? I did it! I sat there with my mouth open, gulping his sperm while his brother taped it all! Oh, God! I could just die."

"That took two hours?" Erica inquired.

"Oh, no!" Veronica muttered. "As fast as they came the first time, they were already ready to go, especially after watching me eat spunk like a fucking porn star.

"So then I had to get on the table on my stomach. Russ fucked my pussy just a little bit. 'For flavor,' Hank said. 'So you can taste your pussy and our dicks.' What an asshole he is!

"Then Russ did what he does best, came around and fucked my face. This time, with my neck straight, he got his whole dick in my mouth. Not that it's all that big, but a lot of it was still in my throat while my nose was buried in his stinking hair!

"He lasted longer too. Hank even made him stop for a few minutes and let me breath. I guess I was turning blue."

"I don't think I need to hear anymore," Erica announced.

"Oh," Veronica hissed. "You got me going! You wanted to hear, you're going to hear !

"So he starts fucking my face again. But this time Hank insists he had to pull out and cum on my face. So I roll over and lay my head on the table and he sets his cock right on the bridge of my nose. I have to look at his prick as he blasts away, covering my nose and lips with his load.

"Naturally, Hank is right there with the camera for a good close-up. Then, they get a spoon from the kitchen and scoop the cum off my face and feed it to me a spoonful at a time."

Veronica closed her eyes as she recalled the idea, as if blocking her sight would somehow dim her memory. "Then it's Hank's turn again. I have to lay on the carpet and he tit fucks me."

"What's that?" Erica interrupted.

Veronica started to roll her eyes, but stopped, reminding herself it was an innocent question from an innocent girl. "That's when I have to push my tits together with my hands while the guy runs his cock between them."

Erica glanced down at her own insufficient bosom. "I wish I could do that."

Veronica closed her eyes and shook her head. "Not with Hank you don't! After awhile, he grabs my tits and starts pushing them together so hard it hurts. And, of course, I have to lick his cock every time it comes out from between my tits.

"So pretty soon he's sort of fucking my tits and my mouth. Finally he pulls off my tits and has me suck him off. This time I have to stick out my tongue and he cums right on it while I'm looking at his stupid brother and the camera. It tastes nasty enough anyway, but it's worse when it's right on your tongue."

"Is it really that bad?" Erica asked. "The taste I mean."

"Yes!" Veronica cried. "You know how the fridge smells when, like, there's something sour in it for a week?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that's how it tastes."

Erica wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue.

"Yeah," Veronica nodded. "That's what I wanted to do too, but I can't 'cause I'm their private fucking porn star. So anyway, his cum collects on my tongue and just sits there for the first few spurts. Then I guess it reached some kind of critical mass or whatever, because the whole disgusting wad slid slowly down my tongue and into my throat at once. You should have heard them hooting over that one."

"I think I did," Erica noted.

"You think that would be enough," Veronica continued, "But no! Hank says, 'Let's fill the tape.' Of course, both of them are all tired now, so they sit back nice and easy on the couch while I get on my knees in front of them. My mouth was already killing me, but…"

Erica's head hung low. "Ok! Ok! That's enough. I'm sorry I asked."

"Me too," replied Veronica harshly. "So next time, don't." She paused to look at the ground. "Worst thing is, I bet they're watching it all right now, getting all excited again. I expect I'm going to be back up there pretty soon. I'm not sure I wouldn't rather be dead."

The brunette stopped and slowly shook her head. "Rickie, I want you to promise me something."

"What?"

"If you get a chance to get away, you have to take it, even if it means leaving me behind."

Erica shifted her gaze to the concrete as she considered her sister's request. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. If you don't live, then we've both suffered for nothing."

Erica nodded. "Ok, but you have to promise me the same."

Veronica smiled. "Ok," she agreed, though she knew she would never abandon her sister.

Just then, the door at the top of the stairs opened.

"Hey," Hank hollered, his booming voice preceding his appearance. "We've decided to have supper a little early. A little 'TV dinner', you might say."

Veronica closed her eyes and simply tried to breathe.

The Princess and the Toad

© 2004 by Naughty Puppy

Part 5 of 7

The Other Brother

Hank squatted backward on a chair, his arms resting on the rear, his eyes on Veronica as the sisters ate their midday meal. "I like the way I haven't heard 'no.' from you again since you learnt your lesson 'bout a week back," he began. "Been real pleasant that. I don't think I'll ever get tired of the feel of my dick in your hot little mouth.

"Anyway," Hank continued. "You just keep up that good attitude you showed so far and I think we'll all get along just fine. Which brings me to tonight.

"I suppose you might be wondering why we ain't fucked you since then neither. I know we gave your cunt a workout those first few days and we figured it needed a rest 'cause it's likely to get another workout tonight.

"Our other brother Fred's coming by later. He's been staying with some friends up the road in Jamestown closer to where he works, at least during the week. Sometimes he comes home for the weekend, like tonight

"Anyway, Fred's a nice enough fellow, but he ain't much to look at. Russ and I are pretty sure he ain't never been with no woman on that account. He'd be right thrilled with any woman, let alone a babe like you. But he's a bit of a wimp, so I know he won't be none too comfortable if he thinks you're unwilling.

"I wish we'd thought about this before we went and cut your clothes all up, but me and Russ, well; I guess we got a little carried away. So now when Fred comes home, we're going to tell him we hired you for the evening, as a present or somethin', even though his birthday ain't 'til October.

"So you're gonna play along. If 'n' you do a good job, well," Hank smiled. "I'm sure we'll all be happier than if you do a bad job."

Veronica gulped a piece of her sandwich as she wondered how bad Fred could be if Hank thought he was homely. After a deep breath to steady her nerves, she announced, "Alright. But how about a proper bath and reasonable use of the toilet?"

"What?" Hank scowled. "Who are you to be making demands?"

"I wasn't demanding anything," Veronica recalled. "I just made a suggestion. I'm sure your brother doesn't want a stinky whore anyway and if you keep making us piss on your floor, your whole house will start to reek. Anyway, what's the big deal?"

Hank sniffed. His eyes drifted from the girl to his brother as Russ waddled down the stairs carrying a pair of glasses. "Russ," he called. "Do you think we should let our two whores here have a bath before they pop Fred's cherry?"

Russ smirked. "I thought it was girls what had cherries?"

"I was speaking in a retomaphorical sense, you idiot!" Hank barked. "Anyway, what do you think about letting them clean up?"

Russ eyed the girls and smiled. "Do we get to watch?"

"No," Hank snarled sarcastically. "After sitting naked the last couple weeks suckin' our dicks, they've suddenly gotten all modest!" He shook his head in a disdainful manner. "Hell, yeah, we get to watch!"

"Maybe we could even take a bath with them," Russ suggested as he continued to stare at Veronica.

The older girl sniffed and bit her tongue, trying to imagine what tub would hold Russ alone, let alone anyone else.

"Now, that's an idea!" said Hank. "Ok, I'll flip you for the toad." The man reached into his pocket and produced a coin. "Heads I win, tails you lose?"

Russ bobbed his head absently, never taking his eyes off the slender brunette. "Ok."

"Fred will be here any minute," Hank announced as he draped a ragged bathrobe over Veronica's shoulders. "You go sit on the couch all natural-like with your sister there." He turned to his brother. "Russ, git in there and keep an eye on them."

Russ nodded. "Ok."

Veronica walked to the grimy sofa and sat, thankful for the chance to put her weight somewhere other than her knees. She smiled as she looked at her sister, wrapped up in a robe someone had swiped from a Holiday Inn. "How was your bath?"

"Good, but getting a chance to piss like a human was better," Erica announced with a smirk. "Even if someone was watching."

"Yeah," Veronica snorted. "I don't know if I've ever been cleaner. Hank insisted on washing me everywhere ."

Erica's eyes widened and she pressed her lips firmly together as she imagined exactly where everywhere was. She looked across the room at Russ, who sat in a recliner chewing his nails and watching television. "That's exactly what he did when I took my bath," she noted. "Except he sat on the toilet and he stared at the floor instead of the TV."

"How long has it been since we were with mom and dad?"

"Seems like a month already."

"Enough chatter!" Hank barked from the kitchen. "I want to hear Fred's truck when he gets here."

Erica stiffened at the command, while Veronica merely sighed. The older girl crossed her arms, and slumped. It was another twenty minutes before they heard the unique sound of rubber grinding gravel.

"That's him!" Hank said. He glared at Veronica as he walked toward the front door. He pointed his finger at the girl. "You better do a good job!"

Veronica felt her mouth go suddenly dry as she waited to see the third, and presumably most repulsive, of the brothers. She wondered if she really was a whore for being so acquiescent. Looking to her sister, she decided that, if she was a whore, she had at least become one for the right reason.

Both girls craned their necks in an effort to get a better view of the lanky figure that emerged from another dusty old pick-up. The sisters ogling attempts were both brief and unsuccessful. Veronica crossed her arms and sighed, telling herself she'd see him up close soon enough.

Fred stopped to pet the dogs on the way in. "Hey, Prince. Hey, Duke," he said softly, rubbing both of the big hounds affectionately behind the ear. "See you two ain't killed no skunks today."

The lad felt a couple irregular knots on one of the dogs, and spread the beast's hair to examine them. "Damn tics!" He muttered, prying several of the arachnids from the animal's skin before crushing them between his nails. "I see my brother's ain't been takin' proper care of you."

"Fred!"

The young man looked up to see his oldest brother exit the house. "Duke has tics. You gotta watch for them buggers this time of year!"

"Yeah, yeah," Hank beckoned by jerking his head. "Git up here."

"What?" Fred repeated as he reached the porch.

"Tell me straight, Fred," Hank whispered. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

Fred scowled. He imagined he must be blushing as well. "What do you mean?"

"You ever fucked a girl?"

Fred's jaw went agape. "I don't know what business that is of yours!"

Hank smiled and brought his palm roughly down upon the younger man's shoulder. "That's ok, Fred. You don't have to tell you if you don't want to. But Me and Russ, we hired a few girls for the night though, and if it was gonna be your first time, well, we was gonna give you first pick?"

"You did what?"

"We got us a couple o' cheap hookers," Hank jerked his head. "C'mon inside and have a look."

Fred followed his other brother into the house. Knowing his brother's thrift, he dreaded how old a couple of cheap hookers might be.

Veronica leaned forward as the lanky lad came into the light. Her features shivered as she noticed Hank's assessment was generally accurate. The boy's hair was a mess, his face unshaven. His clothes were completely disheveled. His nose was huge. It was debatable whether he needed a dentist or a dermatologist more, but either could certainly have made a career out of this one subject.

Fred eyed the girls with equal curiosity. "These are…" He stopped to look at Hank and scratch his head.

"Yep," nodded Hank. "They's hookers."

Fred shook his head and looked at the floor. "I dunno. It don't seem right."

"What do you mean?" Hank snarled. "Are you sayin' they ain't hookers?"

"No," Fred clarified. "I'm just thinkin' this is the sort of thing I sure don't want to tell the priest come Sunday."

"You girls come here!" Hank demanded.

Veronica stood and walked toward the men. Erica followed timidly.

Hank looked the older girl directly in the eye. "Tell Fred here how there ain't nothing wrong with what you do."

"There ain't nothin' wrong with what we do," Veronica repeated in a robotic monotone.

Hank eyed the girl and cleared his throat in a deliberate fashion.

Veronica smirked and turned to Fred. "It's ok Fred, we, uh, like what we do."

"This just don't seem right," Fred declared. "I'm perty sure the priest would not think highly of this sort of thing."

Hank rolled his eyes and sighed. "Girls, open them robes."

Veronica sighed too. Then, looking Fred sternly in the eye, she held her garment open wide to reveal her succulent form.

Erica followed suit, but she parted her robe only slightly compared to her sister. She glanced at each of the men's faces. Her eyes fell to the carpet as she saw all three of them looking at the older girl.

Fred's jaw dropped. He gasped through his open mouth as he beheld his initial first-hand glimpse of the feminine form. As Hank had anticipated, all thoughts of piety receded to the corners of the younger man's mind.

"Now," Hank started with a smile, "As I was saying, if this is your first time, you get to pick which one you want. Russ and I will make do with the other."

"That don't seem fair," Fred noted.

"Sure it is," Hank said. "Go ahead and pick."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Hank snarled.

"Ok," said Fred. He eyed the girls carefully. His eyes naturally drifted again to the taller, more curvaceous brunette. She had a body the likes of which he had only dreamed of, yet when he looked to her face she lost much of her appeal.

Fred's feeble mind could not quite place what he detected in Veronica's features, but he knew he didn't like it. He shifted his attention to the shorter, wider, blonde. His eyes noticed at once the glint of her nipple ring. So the short one's kinky, he thought. I think I could like kinky, whatever that is.

Fred shifted his attention to the pudgy girl's face. Her eyes, though still directed downward, sparkled in stark contrast to the sunken orbs of the brunette. He stooped to get a better look, effectively gaining her attention.

Erica looked up to Fred, her features registering curiosity instead of anger. He looks so much older than me , she thought. Can he really be a virgin too? She saw him smile and unconsciously returned the grin. His gaze lingered as did her thoughts. Sure, he's not handsome, but he's not really ugly either; at least no uglier than I am. She saw his mouth move, but she didn't hear the words.

Veronica elbowed her distracted sibling.

"What?" Erica started, looking to her sister.

Veronica gulped. "He's talking to you, Rickie."

"What?" Erica repeated as she shifted her gaze to the boy.

"I'd like to pick you," Fred repeated, adding quickly, "but only if you're ok with it."

"Sure," Erica nodded as her eyes bolted wide. "I'm ok with it. Why wouldn't I be ok with it? That's, uh, why we're here, right?"

"Are you sure?" Veronica asked. "If you're feeling ill, or something, I can do them all?"

Erica stiffened at once, both inside and out. "No!" she asserted as she looked to her sister. "I can do it!" She turned back to Fred. "Where?"

"Where?" Fred stammered.

"Yes," Erica nodded. "Where?" She pivoted slightly with her palms upturned. "Or were you thinking to fuck here on the floor?"

"Oh, that where ," Fred muttered. "My old room; I guess."

Erica reached to take the shy lad by the hand. "Ok," she smiled. "Let's go."

Veronica watched silently as the two walked away. She all but knew her sister was about to surrender her innocence, at least whatever was left of it. She thought some words must be in order, but none came to mind; at least none she dared utter.

Erica never looked back as she and the boy quickly disappeared down the corridor, leaving Veronica alone with a hollow feeling in her stomach and a lecherous man to each side.

"Well," Hank chortled with some glee. "I never figured Fred to have a thing for fatties, but you sure won't hear me complaining."

"Rickie's not fat!" Veronica snapped. She glanced at once toward the hallway where her sister had gone; hoping the sound had not traveled that far.

Hank grinned through his scruffy beard. "Well, maybe not, but she sure looks fat next to you. Yes sir, you're prime grade-A girl meat. And since you'll have to be entertaining me and Russ again and I'm not in the mood to wait, well, I figure we got two more birds to kill with the same rock."

Hank put his hand to the bulge in his jeans and rubbed. "Speakin' o' rock," he started as he reached for his belt. "I never thought my dick could get so hard just looking at a girl, but I ain't never looked at one like you before. Take that there robe off and let me have another look at you before I fucks you."

Across the house, Fred closed the door behind Erica as the pair entered the lad's room. It was as she expected, austere, cluttered, and slightly rank. "Nice place," she noted with polite dishonesty.

"I'm sorry I didn't clean up a bit," Fred said. "I didn't know we was havin' company." He bent down and started to pick up a few odd clothes at the end the bed.

Erica stooped beside the lad, putting her hand on his forearm. She smiled as their eyes met. "I think we came here to put clothes on the floor, not pick them up."

Fred stared back absently for a few seconds, before he too smiled. "Oh," he said. "I guess so." His eyes fell to the floor. "It's just, I ain't never done this before."

Erica so wanted to share her own inexperience, but she knew she could not. "That's ok," she said as she regained her feet. "You don't need to be nervous or embarrassed. After all, everyone has a first time. It's really very natural. I'll show you."

The corners of Fred's lips rose just as the boy stood. "Thanks."

"Well," Erica said, surprised at her own confidence. "Let's get you undressed." She reached for his shirt and began to slowly loosen the buttons.

"Yer as nice as your are pretty," Fred noted.

"Thanks," Erica replied. She caught herself smiling as she continued, "So are you."

"I plum forgot what you name was?" Fred confessed.

"Rickie."

"That's perty too."

Still beaming, Erica looked at the youth's face as she unfastened the final button and began to spread his shirt. She could not help but notice his odor and general lack of cleanliness. "Where do you work?"

"Grain silo."

"Is that fun?"

"Not really."

"You get kind of dirty, huh?" Erica noted.

"Yeah."

"You want to come take a bath with me first?"

"Yeah." Fred's head bobbed in a slow nod as he tongued his lip. "We could do that."

"Ok," said Erica. "I guess I better finish undressing you there."

"Alright," Fred chuckled. "I'll show you the way." He grabbed the girl's hand and strode towards the door and then down the hall.

Rickie was struggling to keep up when Fred abruptly stopped where the corridor passed the kitchen. His jaw fell as his head turned. The girl followed his gaze into the dining area. She inhaled a gasp as she saw her sister, belly up on the kitchen table; Russ fucked Veronica's face as it hung from the ledge, while Hank pounded the brunette's snatch from across the table.

"Oh," started Fred, "I guess they aren't shy."

Erica cycled a breath as she watched the two older men using her sister. "No," she agreed. "I guess not." The sibling's eyes met for a moment, conveying to one sister all the distress felt by the other.

"She's perty too," Fred noted. "I hope I didn't hurt her feelin's none pickin' you."

"No." Erica shook her head quickly. "Looks like she's having plenty of fun."

"That's fun?"

Rickie looked back to her sister and saw the pitiful, pained expression that seemed to be chiseled upon the brunette's face. She bit her lip and lied, "Yes."

Fred mouth lingered partially agape for several seconds. "So you've done that what they're doin'?"

"What?"

"Two guys?"

"Yeah," Erica lied. "A few times."

"Wow," said Fred. "Your job sounds a lot better than mine. Except I wouldn't want to do it with two guys, ya know?"

Erica smiled. "Of course not. But you do still want to do it with one girl?"

Fred nodded. "Oh, yes."

"Then why are we standing here watching them have all the fun?"

Fred nodded again and took the girl by the hand. They resumed the short trip to the bath. Erica gave one last sad look over her shoulder at her sister. She suddenly felt guilty that her lover-to-be had not picked Ronnie instead.

Erica closed the door behind them as the pair entered the washroom. She turned to find Fred, pulling his T-shirt over his head. Determined to undress her prize herself, she reached for his belt. In short order, she pulled his trousers and then his underwear to his ankles, giving his erect shaft a long glance as she did so.

Erica's eyes widened from the sight and nearly watered from the scent. She quickly thanked herself tenfold for the foresight of suggesting they bathe.

Fred stepped out of his briefs and looked down at the girl . This is really it , he told himself. This isn't a dream; she's a real girl, even if she is getting paid. "Do I get to undress you?" he inquired.

Erica stood and smiled. "Sure." She held her arms loose and downward as the lad slid the robe from her form. She felt both the cool air and his eyes on her flesh at the same moment. She found the latter welcome the instant she noted his smile.

"You sure are perty," Fred declared again. The lad continued to leer as the girl reached into the tub to turn on the shower and adjust the temperature.

Erica looked up to the boy and jerked her head toward the tub. "Tall folks to the rear."

"Oh, ok," Fred muttered, awkwardly climbing around the shower curtain and into the basin.

Rickie followed, raising the showerhead so that the blast struck the boy directly in his furry chest. "Hands up," she ordered.

Fred followed the girl's instructions as she leisurely lathered, then washed his body. Although he coveted the feel of her hands on his skin, he silently begged her to hurry; after waiting what seemed like an eternity to be with a girl, he desperately wanted to feel more, much more, than just her hands.

Erica's washing lingered as she reached his cock. She smiled as she felt his firmness when she lathered him. Her eyes found his. He really does want me, she thought . A guy can't get hard otherwise, right? She wrinkled her nose as her confidence built alongside her lust. No! It's hard for me! This cock is mine for tonight; all mine.

Fred tensed as the girl began to stroke his rod in what he still believed to be a cleansing motion. His cock, however, perceived the sensation as something entirely different and threatened to immediately jettison its cargo. "Stop," he cried.

"What?" Erica asked, releasing her prize. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Fred said, his eyes wandering. "You almost made me shoot."

Erica's eyebrows bounced. "Did I?"

"Yes."

The girl tilted her head. "Why didn't you want me to continue?"

"It, uh," Fred stammered, "gets soft afterwards, you know."

Erica smiled broadly. "Oh, I'm sure we can get him hard again." She squeezed the lad's firm rod again, relishing when he shuddered in response. "You want me to suck it?"

Fred sniffed, then swallowed. "Sure," he said softly. "If you want to?"

"Oh," Erica hissed. "I want to." Still grasping his shaft, she fell to her knees. She aimed his cock at her face and quickly brought her mouth to the tip, first kissing, then licking his sensitive crown.

"Oh," Fred gasped. "That's very good."

Erica paused. "Really? Better than your hand?"

"Oh, yeah," Fred replied. "That's better than anything I've ever done."

Erica's eyes rose as her brow fell. "I thought you hadn't been with a girl before?"

"I haven't," Fred asserted.

"Then what have you done besides your hand?"

The lad twitched his lips as his eyes darted about.

Rickie sensed his reluctance immediately. "C'mon," she coaxed, moving her fist over his cock in a slow caress. "You can tell me ."

Fred released an extended sigh. "A sheep."

Erica's face tensed and her eyes flew wide. "A sheep!"

Fred's lips twitched even more as he at once regretted his honesty. He brought his hands together and wove his fingers amongst one another. His eyes moistened. "I just never thought I'd ever be with a real girl."

Erica's jaw dropped for a moment before she recovered to speak. "I remember when I never thought any boy would want me too."

"Really?"

Erica nodded in reply. "Yes, really."

Fred averted her gaze. "I'll understand," he said, "if you don't, you know, want to be with me now that, uh, you know what else, uh, I've been with. I'll still see you get paid."

Erica smiled. "Don't be silly," she said. "Does this feel like I don't want you?" She brought her lips quickly back to his slightly softer shaft, once again kissing and licking his supple head.

Convincing herself that his dick did not taste any different than before she had known it's prior engagements, Rickie pushed onward, taking all of his head plus an inch or so beyond over her tongue and into her nurturing mouth.

Fred sighed and his thighs clenched. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. Erica felt his shaft twitch, followed by a steady seepage. Initially, she thought this was the main event, but she soon realized the scant saline solution was just an appetizer.

Knowing the main course could not be far behind, the girl increased the force and pace of her suction. Fred's already engorged head expanded noticeably. His eyeballs rolled behind his quivering lids. He began making short gasping sounds, followed by a long, low moan as he felt the base of his shaft begin to tingle.

Erica recalled her sister's recent words regarding the substance she would soon taste. She closed her eyes, determined not to let her lover know that she found his seed unpleasant. In spite of the sudden flaring of the crown and the throb that ran the length of the underside of the boy's shaft, the first volley that burst upon her palate still caught the inexperienced girl off guard.

But it was not an unpleasant surprise. Rickie's eyes flew open. "Umhmmm," she moaned softly, as the flavor came as a succulent treat rather than a horrid shock. Resuming her rhythm, she continued to suck, genuinely relishing each new offering, all the while lamenting that each pulse seemed smaller than the one before.

The pudgy blonde kept suckling upon Fred's slowly shrinking cock even after the last drop had been delivered, showing her heartfelt thanks for all it had given her.

"Stop," Fred finally gasped between breaths.

Erica finally allowed the spent shaft to slip from between her beaming lips. "How was that?"

Fred shivered as he looked down upon the drenched girl. "Oh, God," he gasped. "I think I can die happy now."

"Not yet you can't!" Erica insisted. "There's a lot more where that came from and I want it all ."

"Do you really like that stuff?" Fred asked. "Eating it, I mean."

"I love it," Erica whispered wantonly as she stood. "But only when it comes from a guy I like. And I like you, a lot." She reached out to the lad's cock and began to stroke it affectionately. "When I get married, my husband is going to let me suck my dinner out of his cock every night. Maybe my breakfast too. Would you like to be my husband tonight?"

Fred gulped. "Oh, God," he muttered, his breathing still raspy. "I think I'd like to be your husband every night."

Rickie released a licentious purr. "Ok, but my pussy needs to taste your cock too." She reached back and shut off the water before wrinkling her nose. "Are you ready to fuck me?"

"Oh, God," Fred gasped. "Yes, please ."

Erica stepped from the tub and donned her robe. Opening the door a crack, she listened, then looked. "Sounds like they've gone somewhere else," she announced. "Meet you back in your room."

Without awaiting reply, the girl dashed down the hall. As she passed the point where the hall fed the common areas of the house, she paused. There, unguarded, was the front door. She recalled in an instant her promise to Veronica to flee if given the chance.

Erica sighed as she looked back to the bathroom, then back to the entryway. She knew at once her conscience would not let her leave, but she wasn't sure why. Resolving to decide why later, she continued down the corridor and into the lad's room.

Leaving the door ajar, Rickie tossed her robe amid the clutter and climbed into the bed. Wiggling modestly under the sheets, she immediately noticed that the boy's bed was no cleaner than the boy himself had been. With a sigh, she decided she probably wouldn't care in a few minutes. She was correct.

Fred arrived shortly, dropping his own clothes in a pile and scurrying around the other side of the bed. He climbed under the sheets as well, then looked to the girl he now thought of as his tutor. "Ok," he nodded. "I'm ready."

"Me too!" Erica licked her lips. "How do you want to do it?"

"I don't know," Fred admitted. "I've never done it before. Which way is best?"

"I think the usual way is boy on top," Rickie noted. "Want to start that way?"

Fred imagined himself atop the girl, struggling vainly to find the target with his cock. He wanted to avoid that embarrassment at all costs. "How about, uh, girl on top," He suggested. "That way I can see you better."

"Ok," Erica agreed. "But I've not done it that way much."

"Really?"

"Yes, really, I mean, uh, compared to the other ways I've done it."

"What do I do?" asked Fred.

"Just lay there," Erica guessed. "I'll do the rest." She bit her lip as the lad complied. Relax , she instructed herself as she rose to her knees. Even if you fuck up, he won't know!

The girl reached under the sheets, her hand unerringly finding the boy's erect member. "Looks like you're ready again," she noted. She wrinkled her nose wantonly. "But what say I just make sure you're good and hard."

Erica brazenly threw the sheets to the foot of the bed, then crawled between Fred's thighs. Looking up to return his gaze, she boldly took his cock in one hand and steered it once again between her lips.

Fingering herself with her other hand, Rickie again fellated her beau. Though his shaft was already stiff, in short order it became rigid. Soon the girl sampled its thin, salty seepage. How poetic, she thought, as she felt herself also being to moisten as well.

"You're ready!" Erica announced as she freed her lips. "And so am I! I love the way your cock feels in my mouth. I bet it's going to feel just as good in my pussy."

A wave of insecurity swept the young virgin as she realized the moment of truth was upon her. So intent had she been on playing her role, so pleased had she been that a boy actually wanted her, that she had not considered the approach of an important moment in her life. She hesitated, unwilling to make the mistake that would betray her secret. Her eyes found his. His orbs were alive with desire, anticipation, trust, and more. How she wanted to tell him, to let him know they were both about to share a special moment.

With a firm sigh, Rickie scooted forward to straddle the young man's waist. Steadying herself with one hand, she grasped his rod with the other, directing its head towards her passage. She rubbed the supple crown about her entry for several seconds, then eased herself slowly downward.

Erica tensed as she felt the boy's cock slowly invade her previously unsullied interior. The girl had secretly toyed with a few of her sister's vibrators, but she had found these hard, cold, and impersonal.

The girl released a sigh of satisfaction as she sank fully upon the shaft. She found his member firm, yet pliant, massive, yet manageable; completely superior in every way to the false phalluses.

Fred was equally enthralled, his eyes trembling in their sockets as he savored the ecstasy of her feminine sleeve caressing his manhood. "I love you," he muttered.

The boy's eyes flew wide as his own words reached his ears. He looked up at the girl and was pleased to find her smiling.

"Does that mean you like it?" Rickie asked.

"Oh, God, yes," Fred stammered. "You are so perfect. I never thought a girl could look as perty as you do right now."

Erica closed her eyes, trying to capture for eternity the sound of the most sincere compliment she ever expected to receive.

"Then what?" Veronica asked incredulously.

"After he said I was perfect," Erica related, "He said I was sexy and beautiful too. Can you believe it! A boy really called me beautiful!"

"Yeah, yeah. I believe it. Then what?"

"Well, I just kept riding him. It was wonderful. I just did whatever I wanted, whatever felt good and he kept telling me how he loved me. It was better than I ever imagined."

"You do remember we're essentially being raped here?" Veronica reminded her sibling.

"Fred didn't rape me!" Erica protested. "He didn't even know. He still doesn't know. He's a nice guy, not like his brothers at all. He even asked if I was ok, don't you remember?"

Veronica twisted her lips in contemplation. "I guess he did say that," she admitted. "It just seems a little wrong, you actually enjoying it."

"Yeah," Erica nodded. "I felt weird a few times too, but I really did like it. All of it." Her eyes wandered as she sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I guess I shouldn't have liked it."

Veronica smiled as she slowly shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. I mean, there's always someone suffering in the world, yet we still have to enjoy ourselves, right?"

Erica did not return the grin. "Maybe it's not alright when the someone that's suffering is the someone you care most about in all the world."

"Was he your first?" Veronica inquired abruptly.

Erica's features stiffened as she considered how to reply. Quickly, she realized she'd already answered with her face and there was no point in lying with her mouth. "Yes, he was my first."

"Well," Veronica started solemnly. "Then I'm glad it was Fred and not one of the other two bastards."

Rickie allowed herself a wide grin. "Me too!"

The Princess and the Toad

© 2004 by Naughty Puppy

Part 6 of 7

The Princess and the Toad

"You did real good last night, and this morning, talking with Fred," Hank told Veronica. "And you," he continued, turning to the younger sister. "You did even better; so good we've decided to put you in our next movie. I was thinking of calling it 'The Princess and the Toad.' What do you think?"

Veronica looked at the old man, sickened by the idea that her sister would now also be defiled on film. "I'll do what you want," she begged. "Just leave Rickie out of it. Please."

"Oh, but we want Rickie in it," Hank declared with chuckle. "We think a toad licking a princess's cunt will make a nice movie, don't you?"

Veronica leered. "My sister is not a toad!"

Hank turned to his brother. "Looks like the princess is not going to be as cooperative as I'd hoped. Haul one of them mattresses over here."

Russ walked across the basement to retrieve the old bedding while Hank began to uncuff Erica.

"You're not going to cause any trouble, are you Toad ?" Hank asked with a smile.

The younger girl shook her head timidly as the cuffs fell from her wrists.

"I didn't think so," Hank said. "You don't mind being called Toad , do you?"

Erica shook her head again.

"Tell your sister you don't mind," Hank insisted as he began to unlock the shackles about the girl's ankles.

"I don't mind, Ronnie," Erica said. "Really."

Veronica scowled. "I mind," she hissed, her eyes narrowed. "I mind a lot ."

Hank shook his head. "Stand up and git over there," he demanded. Erica obeyed. The man turned to his brother. "Put that mattress right where the toad was. The light's best there."

"Ok," Russ said, pulling the bedding beside the post as directed.

Hank uncuffed Veronica next, then hauled the girl roughly to her feet before re-shackling her wrists. "Since you don't want to make that movie," he began. "I guess we'll just have to make a different movie." He tossed the girl roughly to the mattress. "Get on that mattress, on your back like the whore you are."

"What are you going to do?" Veronica asked without moving.

Hank bent down and grabbed a handful of disheveled brown hair. "I'm going to do what I want. And so are you!" He twisted his hand and dragged the girl by her tresses until she was in the position he had specified.

Her lips pressed together in a seething pout, Veronica simply remained stationary where she had been deposited.

"Roll over, princess," Hank barked. "On your back."

Doing her best to contain her increasing ire, Veronica complied.

Hank smiled as he once again beheld the youth's lean, sculptured form. "We're still going to have the toad lick your pussy, princess," Hank declared. "But we're gonna add a little flavor first."

Hank brought the old video camera to his shoulder. "Alright, Russ. Fuck her."

Russ smiled. "Oh, yeah!" The obese man removed his trousers in record time and, forcing the girl's legs apart, knelt between the splayed limbs. He smiled even more broadly as he moved his hand to the girl's snatch and began to roughly probe her slit.

"Take your shirt off too," Hank ordered, "It's going to get in the way of some good pussy shots otherwise."

Russ began to unbutton his shirt; his eyes still locked on the trim body of the beautiful brunette.

"Toad!" Hank barked. "Get over here."

Erica, who had previously stood petrified against the wall, hurried to her captor.

"Since your sister didn't seem to like the idea of having a toad lick her pussy," Hank began, "she's going to have to lick yours instead. You're not going to give us any trouble, are you?"

Erica tensed and looked to her still prone sister. Veronica squeezed her already narrow eyes.

"Answer me, girl!" Hank demanded, shaking Erica by the arm.

"Ok," the younger girl snapped. "Just don't hurt her."

Hank smiled. "That's good. Now when I say to, you go put your little pussy right on your sister's face."

Erica gulped. "Yes, sir."

Hank turned to his brother. "Let me know when she's good and ready. I want to get a nice shot of your cock as it goes in."

Russ resumed rubbing Veronica's slit. Soon her body began to prepare itself for penetration. "She's getting wet," he announced, roughly probing the girl's entry with a finger.

Veronica's body tensed as she felt her womanhood invaded, knowing this was just a prelude to the real violation. Relax, she told herself. They've fucked you before, the only difference is the camera. You can't stop them; just don't do anything to get Rickie hurt.

"Ok," Hank said. "Fuck the bitch; uh, I mean Princess ."

With one hand, Russ steered his cock towards Veronica's pussy.

Looking up at the camera, Veronica's pride returned to defy her own recent advice. "No!" She pulled up her knees abruptly, clamping them together as she began to twist and squirm.

Russ, startled by the rebellion, simply sat.

"Hey!" Hank cried. "Look here, princess."

Veronica, her womanhood momentarily shielded, snapped her gaze to the man.

Hank smiled. He calmly reached with his free hand, gripping Erica's nipple ring.

"Ohhh!" Rickie wailed, as the man twisted the ring three-quarters of a turn. The girl's torso curved with the man's hand, trying, with little effect, to lessen the tension on her tortured breast. Her hands found her wounded bosom as soon as the man had released it. She looked at her injured nipple as a trickle of blood emerged. Mouth open, eyes blinking, she looked mournfully to her tormentor.

Hank had already turned his attention back to Veronica. "You gonna behave or do we have to get the lighter?"

Lips pressed firmly together as if to contain what she really wanted to say, Veronica simply leered and nodded.

"Good," Hank said. "Now spread them legs and when I say 'Action!' you tell my brother how you want him to fuck you."

Veronica hesitated an instant before she rotated her body and relaxed her legs, laying one each side of Russ.

"That's better," Hank said. "Ok, Action!"

Veronica looked to Russ. "You ever watch any nature shows?"

The fat man dropped his brow. "What?"

"You know, ones about animals; like the Wild Kingdom?"

The younger brother shook his head; his expression still contorted by the confusion within. Hank's face sported a similar look as it emerged from behind the viewfinder to look upon the girl.

"Well, Russ," Veronica hissed. "Let me tell you, you are certainly hung like a gorilla , maybe bigger. And I want it all. That's right, big boy, give me all ten centimeters !"

Russ smiled. "Awright!" With his right hand, he once again steered his cock toward the girl's entry.

The brunette beamed as she imagined some future viewer explaining to the gloating brothers both the metric system and the facts regarding primate penis sizes.

"Yeah!" Hank bellowed his agreement. "Now that's what I call actin'!" His eye back on the viewfinder, the man bent over the girl, intent on getting a close-up. "Russ, lean back a bit," he demanded. "Your gut is in the way."

Veronica's smile widened as she realized the movie might prove far more humorous than erotic. Soon, she frowned again however; regardless of whether it was amusing or arousing, she was still being fucked by a cretin, and the camera was capturing all of it for anyone, indeed everyone, to see.

"Awright, toad," Hank said. "Get on your knees." He paused as the younger girl dutifully followed his command. "Good. Now get your ass over top of your sister where she can lick your pussy."

Erica grimaced, but moved as the man dictated, scooting into position over her sibling.

"Good," Hank hissed. He walked around until he was near Veronica's head. "Now get your tongue up there and lick your sister's cunt."

The brunette looked up at prying grey lens. Ignore the camera , she told herself. Focus on Rickie. Her eyes drifted to her sibling's lightly furred snatch. The lower portion of Erica's ample and irregular lips were easily visible dangling beneath her puffy loins. Veronica had never even considered putting her mouth on any other female before, let alone her sister.

"Now!" Hank barked.

The sharp command stirred the older girl to action. She strained upward, extending her tongue in a tentative manner.

"Toad, squat down on her face," Hank ordered. "Yeah, right there." The lecherous man gawked, causing the camera to waver at the instant the older sister touched her mouth to the younger one's vulva.

Erica tensed, then shivered, as she felt the warm moistness of her sister's mouth embrace, then devour, a portion of her womanhood. She looked down toward at Ronnie's eyes, trying and failing to read any emotion therein.

"Come on, princess," Hank sneered. "Get that tongue in there and fuck your sister's cunt with it."

"Sit on me," the older girl mumbled as she squirmed farther beneath her sibling. Erica eased herself down until she felt her entry bathed by her sister's probing tongue.

Initially Veronica found the primal acridness offensive, but she soon enough she discovered the repulsiveness had passed and she sampled a different, subtle flavor that was far from unpleasant. Little did she know it was the taste of her sibling's burgeoning arousal.

Erica sat wide-eyed as her mind said no , but her body said yes. Soon her body won the lopsided competition and she began to squirm. A sensation with which she was unfamiliar began to build deep inside her abdomen. In spite of her own wishes and anxiety, she found she was helpless to control it.

Veronica could easily detect her sister's passage becoming wetter, but she was completely unprepared for the deluge that ensued as Erica's body convulsed.

The only warning the brunette received was the folds of the blonde's passage squeezing her tongue just before the younger girl's pussy squirted, drenching the older girl's face, filling her mouth with a sharp, briny solution.

Erica's froze as she climaxed, certain she had just urinated upon her sibling. Veronica gasped, then gulped, ingesting the offering. To her surprise and embarrassment, she found the idea that she might have given Rickie her first orgasm most exciting. She plunged her tongue back into the warm and watery depths and soon solicited another torrent of feminine fluids as a reward for her efforts.

Veronica, tormented by countless days of being forced to please men she loathed, suddenly found an unexpected opportunity to express her affection to the one person she loved more than any other. Freed from the guilt that would normally have accompanied such a union, she poured all her confined frustrations and passions into her sister.

Erica's body responded in manners and magnitudes that surprised each of them. She soon decided that if Ronnie didn't mind a little mess, neither did she, and she allowed her body do what it wanted.

Before long, Veronica found her sibling's awakening contagious. She forgot entirely that their illicit union was being recorded. Yet she need not have worried.

Hank was completely ignorant of the distinctive exchange the sisters were sharing. Failing to get any good shots of the direct coupling after Veronica had buried her face in her sister's muff; he had shifted the camera to where his brother's cock still pounded the older girl's cunt.

A whimper from the blonde brought Hank's attention back to the females. The old man grinned as he mistook the contortion in Erica's features to be the anguish of shame rather than a euphoric manifestation of the passion within.

"You enjoying yourself, toad?" the breaded man asked cruelly.

"Yes," the blonde affirmed with whiny gasp.

Hank snorted his contempt. "I'll give you E for effort, little toad, but you're an even worse actress than your sister." With a wink and sadistic grin, he continued to train the camera on the blonde's seemingly tortured face.

If you only knew , Erica thought. If you only knew. She closed her eyes and groaned as she again filled her sister's mouth .

"Oh, yeah," Russ moaned. "I'm close now."

"Don't cum in her pussy!" Hank growled panning the recording device back to his brother. "We don't want to knock her up just yet! Pull out and spray it all over her cunt."

Russ glanced to his brother as he yanked his cock free, leaning to hold it above the brunette's dark fur. Stroking his member, the man began to expend his load over the older sister's pubic patch.

Erica looked over her shoulder in honest amazement as the rigid rod sprayed its consignment upon her sibling. The blonde knew what the men expected her to do with the mess and she also knew the sooner she did so, the sooner she'd have her tongue where it longed to be, repaying her sister in kind for the love she still felt being imparted upon her own loins.

Russ's hand had not yet left his cock before the blonde girl spun in place and lay her chest upon her sister's abdomen. Her tongue was soon in her sister's pubes, running broad strokes over the firm mons, scouring the seed from the thick bush. Her eyes were lower, however, as she relished the sight of her sister's beautifully symmetrical pink lips, now splayed wide, exposing the gaping and gleaming passage within.

"Way to go toad!" Hank chortled as he saw the girl lapping up his brother's offering in what he assumed was a submissive and falsely eager display. "You may not be a good actress, but you could learn the princess a thing or two about obedience. What say turn around the other way so I can get a better shot of you sucking cum off your sister's cunt."

Erica sighed as she reluctantly began to crawl from her sibling's form. Veronica too was unwilling to part. The older girl craned her neck and extended her tongue. She drew the spread appendage along the length of her sister's crease, saying with her mouth how sorrowful she was at their parting. The younger girl whimpered as she received the impromptu goodbye, loud and clear.

Hank handed the camera to his brother as the blonde moved. "Get the toad eating your cum, bro," he said. "I think I'm gonna feed princess some of my own."

The man paused for a moment as Erica knelt; pressing her face between her sister's splayed thighs. Suddenly he saw the pudgy girl in a new light, her rotund ass pushed proudly skyward, the lips of her recently eaten pussy spread wide, still glistening with the combination of her sister's spittle and her own discharge.

"I think maybe I got a better idea," Hank declared, kneeling on the worn mattress behind the blonde. "Little toad has done such a good job of acting, I think she's earned a good fucking."

Erica held her breath as she realized that which she had ostensibly wanted for the last couple of weeks was now about to happen. Before she had time to even regret her wishes she felt the rubbery crown of a cock at her entry and, only moments later, the fullness of being stuffed by the completely engorged rod.

Hank had taken but two strokes before both rows of teeth appeared within his dark beard. "She's as tight as her sister!" he bellowed. "Maybe tighter!"

The young girl returned to servicing her sister and tried to ignore her unwelcome lover. Soon, however, her already aroused genitals demanded that she pay them heed. She felt the now familiar, though suddenly undesired, cycle of ecstasy begin to build. No! she begged her body. Don't! Again, her body's will superceded that of her mind.

Hank's eyes and mouth widened simultaneously as he felt the girl's passage furiously collapse upon his cock. "Holy Moses!" he yelled. "I think the little toad just came!"

Erica felt the warmth in her cheeks as her face flushed in an outward manifestation of the shame within. She glanced to the camera, but looked quickly away, burying her crimson face between her sister's thighs.

Hank felt the blonde's cunt grip him once again. Shortly thereafter, his own momentum began to build. He looked down to the girl as she pushed back to meet him with every stroke.

"Yeah," Hank roared. "Toad's a good little fuck after all as long as we don't have to look at her." The man's nose wrinkled as he grabbed her soft hips and propelled his cock in a single determined thrust farther into her confines.

Erica grunted as she felt her passage penetrated more deeply than it had ever been before. She gasped suddenly as the warm wetness of Hank's first burst sprayed into her depths.

"That's still two for you and only one for me, toad," Hank boasted with a chuckle. "You still owe me one."

Erica gulped as she felt her innards fill with his offering. She ceased her licking. Her arousal vanished in a heartbeat as the specter of bearing the beast's child came rushing to haunt her from ever corner of her mind. She sat, paralyzed by the very thought as the man continued to ejaculate within her. Only as she felt the cock leave her confines, did her lungs resume their cyclic duties. She felt her cunt twitch, the empty canal feeling suddenly and uncomfortably void.

"Toad, git up on your sister's face!" Hank demanded. "Gimme that camera, Russ. I want to get a good shot of my cum falling out of the toad's cunt and into the princess's mouth."

An hour later, the eyes of both men were locked to their television. On the modest-sized picture tube, Erica ran her tongue in broad swaths over Veronica's sperm-laden patch.

"Yeah," Hank hollered. "Look at that little pig lap up the cum. I guess she's kinda cute in her own pathetic way, ain't she?"

Russ did not reply. His eyes were glued to the screen. Unconsciously, his hand began to rub his cock through his jeans.

Hank looked at his brother's bulging crotch. "Good idea, Russ."

Russ looked to Hank, then back to his loins. "Right!" he stammered. The younger man unzipped his pants, freed his cock and began stroking it, his eyes once again glued to the screen.

"No, you idiot!" Hank yelled. He tossed the key ring to his brother. "Not your hand, you fool! Why should we do the work? Go get our little sluts. That's what they're for! Just make sure their hands are cuffed and we can have 'em both up here at once. Bring me the princess first."

The older man stood as his brother hurried toward the stairs. He wiggled out of his pants and proceeded to stroke himself for the few minutes it took Russ to return with Veronica.

"You made one hell of a movie today," Hank announced. "We figured you did such a good job you ought to come enjoy it with us." He eyed the tall, slender brunette, her pretty face partially obscure by her unkempt hair.

"Get over here, Princess," the man demanded as he leaned back on the sofa. He looked down at the girl as she scooted to the couch and took his cock into her mouth without the slightest hesitation. A grunt of satisfaction issued from the man as her head began to bob. With a smile, he locked his fingers together and stretched his hands behind his head. "Yes, sir," he sighed. "This is the life."

The younger brother simply stood, transfixed by the scene.

"What are you waiting for?" Hank growled. "Hurry up and get the little toad to suck your cock for ya while you watch the show."

"Oh," Russ stammered. "Yeah."

Minutes later, Erica followed the corpulent man to the sofa and knelt before him. With a single glance to her already suckling sister, she plowed her mouth over the cock before her. At once she detected the subtle flavor her sister had left upon the shaft not so long ago. Her eyes widened with her delight. Soon she was scouring the man's rod, seeking to find and enjoy every trace of Veronica's succulent tang.

"I love this part," Hank said, motioning toward the screen. "This is where..." The man stopped as he saw his brother beside him, head resting on the back of the couch, vacant eyes pointed skyward instead of at the television.

"Well, I know toad ain't much to look at," said Hank. "But she ain't that bad."

"No," Russ gasped as his body jerked. "She's good."

"What?"

"She's really good ," Russ repeated. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body shuddered amid irregular grunts.

Hank furrowed his brow and looked at the blonde while she wantonly devoured his brother's cock in bold, slurping strokes. The younger man's body quivered, then stiffened, his hips arching from the sofa.

Hank's mouth fell open as he watched his brother climax. Erica did not miss a beat. His dark brow low over his darker eyes, the older man looked back to Veronica. The brunette continued to draw on his shaft in the same manner she always had. Until that moment, it had always seemed entirely sufficient.

"That's not sucking!" Hank barked. "Get your worthless mouth off my dick you lazy slut!"

Hank looked at the girl as she absently followed his command. She looked back, but her once sparkling eyes now seemed dull, almost lifeless. "Get up," the man barked.

The girl rose, slowly, but obediently, her disheveled hair partially obscuring her vacant expression.

"We need to liven things up a bit." Hank declared as he too stood. He reached around the girl to firmly grasp her left ass cheek. "And I know just the way," he sneered. "Russ, get that jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet."

Veronica's already dour continence melted completely. Her shoulders sank with her spirits. "No," she begged in a whisper. "Not that ."

Hank smiled more broadly than before as he nodded shallowly. "Oh, yes, girlie," he said as he bounced his eyebrows. " That !" He grabbed the wilted girl by the forearm and dragged her toward the sofa. "You seem all of a sudden to have got tired of suckin' cock, so I guess we need to put a little variety in your life, you know, spice things up a bit. Yeah, that's what you need; variety."

"No," Veronica muttered as she struggled not to cry. "I do what you want. I do my best."

Hank stood, then tossed the brunette rudely toward the couch. "And now you're gonna do even better. On your knees. Put your arms on the sofa."

Veronica looked up at her tormentor. "Please," she begged.

"Please what?" Hank grumbled. "Please let you suck the dick that's going up your ass? Ok, since you asked nicely." He moved to stand over the kneeling girl. Grabbing her by the hair, he yanked her face to his cock. She just looked up at him with deep, sullen, eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" Hank snarled. "Start suckin'. At least you can keep me hard until Russ gets back."

Veronica still did not stir.

"I guess I'll just have to break out the lighter and needles again," Hank mused.

Veronica gulped and moved quickly to comply. For the first time in her life, she genuinely wanted to be dead. She opened her mouth and reluctantly accepted his retched, yet familiar, member between her lips. She desperately wanted to clamp her jaws closed, but she remembered how Rickie had squealed when the man had pieced her nipple. She decided she would do anything, anything , to not hear that sound again.

"That's right," Hank sighed as the girl's head began to move up and down along his shaft. "Suck the dick that's going up your shitter. Make it good and hard so I can feel every inch of your little asshole." He turned his head as the sound of Russ returned from the corridor.

"Go back and get the camera too," the older brother commanded. He looked back to the girl. "Princess here wants to suck me a little longer anyway, don't you babe? You never had a cock in your ass before, have you? Not everyday a girl gets her first butt-fucking. It'd be a shame not to get it on film."

Veronica began to weep as she continued to suck; her humiliation would once again compounded by the presence of the camera, this time as that most personal of areas was violated, her last token shred of dignity cruelly taken. And she was helpless to stop it.

Hank relished the young girl's sobs. He knew she was broken now, her pride stripped, her resolve crushed. He smiled as he realized she was his puppet. Yet, somewhere within the man an odd sense of melancholy began to grow. Even his dim wit could comprehend the journey might well have been far more rewarding than the destination.

Veronica continued sucking the man's cock, wondering if there was something, anything she could do to avoid her fate. Too soon for the girl, Russ's appeared with the video equipment.

"Good," Hank said. "Now, princess, get down and point your ass to me like a dog."

Ronnie turned and dropped, putting her chest to the carpet.

"Yeah, like that," Hank instructed. "Just like a good little bitch in heat. But look backwards. Russ, gimme the jelly then see if you can get a camera angle with her face and butt both in it. I want to see her expression when I take her sweet little ass. Let me know when you're ready. This should be good!"

Russ handed his brother the jar and then moved around the girl, seeking the perfect angle. "I need her to look a little more this way," he noted.

Hank rolled his eyes. "So tell her!"

Russ peered over the camera at the girl. "Look a little more this way."

Hank popped the lid off of the lubricant and turned to his brother. "Ready?"

"I think so."

"What?" Hank snarled. "You got her asshole and face in the shot or not?"

"Yeah," Russ said. "I got 'em."

"Alright," Hank sighed. "Action!" He dipped the fore and middle fingers of his right hand into the lubricant and brought them immediately to the girl's ass. "You ready, princess?"

Veronica gulped. "Yes."

Hank smiled. "Are you a real princess or just a slut that wants a dick up her ass?"

"Just a slut."

"Whose slut?"

"Your slut."

Hank eyed the girl's perfectly rotund, yet firm ass cheeks. Splaying her buttocks, he got his first good look at the puckered virgin orifice that was his for the taking. "Ask me nicely."

"Please, sir," Veronica said, trying to speak in a deliberate monotone. "Put your dick in my butt."

"Let's loosen you up a bit first," Hank said. He put his index finger at the girl's sphincter and pushed. To his surprise, and hers, the digit slid quickly through the opening."

Veronica stiffened as her most private of privates was penetrated. It's really going to happen , she finally accepted. You're going to be sodomized. Her expression went totally blank as she surrendered all hope.

"Well," Hank snickered. "That was sure easy. Let's try my thumb." He immediately brought his widest digit to bear on the girl's puckered anus. Pushing firmly, he encountered slightly more resistance than before, but once again her sphincter soon gave way.

"Oh," Veronica moaned, the discomfort snapping her from her trance. She leaned away from the invader and the unpleasant stretching that arrived with it.

"Like that, do you?" Hank snorted. "Well, let's try two fingers." Removing his thumb, the man brought both of his greased fingers to the girl's anus and once again pushed. Once again, the muscular ring surrendered without undue resistance.

This time though, in spite of the ease of entry, a dull pain accompanied the intrusion. It was more than just uncomfortable. Veronica winced. Her anal muscles involuntarily flexed, grabbing her oppressor's fingers.

"Yeah," Hank sighed. "That's a good princess. Squeeze my fingers just like you're going to squeeze my cock. You are ready for my cock, ain't you, Princess? You ready to milk my cock with your ass?"

Veronica continued to gaze back at the camera, the emotional and physical discomfort both apparent in her features. She wanted to beg him not to rape her ass, but she knew that any such groveling would probably only add to their satisfaction. "Yes, sir," she mumbled. "I'm ready."

"Good," Hank growled. "So am I." He withdrew his fingers and brought them back to the jar, this time liberally lubricating his cock. The older man then stood and moved to straddle the girl's exposed ass. He looked back to his brother. "You got the right angle?"

"Oh yeah!" Russ said. "I can't wait to trade places!"

"Make sure you get her face on one side of the frame and her asshole on the other," Hank instructed.

"I will," Russ assured.

"Ok." Hank turned his attention back to the girl. "Point that ass in the air, princess. Arch your back like the slut you are. And you keep your pretty face looking right at Russ; no matter what!"

Veronica blinked back tears as she complied. She inhaled a gasp as she felt the man's soft rubbery crown press against her sphincter. She closed her eyes and braced herself.

"Get them eyes open, princess!" Hank demanded immediately. "You look at that camera while you take my cock up your ass."

Veronica opened her eyes and swallowed, training her weary eyes on the grayness of the prying lens.

"Here we go," Hank announced. He squatted, pushing down on the girl with his weight.

After several seconds of opposition, Veronica's anus surrendered to the pressure. The head of the man's well-greased shaft penetrated her bowels. The nerve endings of her violated sphincter screamed their discontent, and she screamed with them. She closed her eyes and held her mouth open as the pain registered both in her brain and on her face. It was not the tearing sensation she had anticipated, but instead was a deep, dull ache that refused to subside.

"Oh," Veronica whimpered. "Oh, God, oh please..."

Hank smiled as he heard the girl's cry of anguish. "Please? You like that, princess? You must want more." He relaxed his leg muscles, allowing his weight to force more of his rigid member into the girl's digestive tract.

Veronica gasped as her anguished canal was forced to accept another inch of the man's raging cock. Instinctively, she began to spread her legs, seeking to withdraw her vulnerable ass from the source of her agony.

"Oh, no," Hank snarled. "You push your pretty little butt right back up here. You're going to learn to be ass fucked like a true slut. You ass feels so good I don't know that I'll ever want your cunt again."

The consistent peachy hue of Veronica's face turned a blotchy red. She began to openly sob as she stiffened her leg muscles and halted her descent.

"Yeah," Hank muttered between breaths. He grunted with satisfaction as he noticed the girl's anus seemed to have vanished. His cock appeared to be driving right through her flesh instead of into an orifice. "You got a nice ass. It looks really nice with my dick in it. Kinda like your face looks better with your mouth wrapped around my cock."

Hank looked over his shoulder at his brother. "Move around and get a close up from behind." He reached forward and grabbed the girl's hair. "And you, slut, look right between your legs at that camera."

Russ clumsily moved to lie on his belly, directing the lens to the teen's exposed and vacant snatch with her splayed butt cheeks above and her crimson face hanging beyond. He steadied the camera and continued to film as his brother began to relentlessly push more of his cock into the girl's stretched and tortured asshole.

Veronica grunted in pain as her bowels repeatedly cramped with every short thrust, unwittingly adding to her rapist's pleasure as they sought to expel his member.

Russ smiled as he captured Hank's balls swaying near the girl's empty cunt. "I can't wait for my turn," he mumbled.

"Yeah," Hank said as sweat began to fall from his face onto the girl's back. "She's got a nice tight ass. You better get used to being butt-fucked, Princess. As good as this feels, my dick and your ass are going to be real close friends; real close. Oh, yeah, baby. Love my cock with your sweet little butt hole. Does your little butt hole hurt?"

Veronica released a low, extended moan as the man delivered a deliberate thrust, forcing the balance of his shaft into her tormented core.

"Aww," Hank offered sarcastically. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get used to it soon enough, just like you got used to eating cum like a whore. C'mon, squeeze my cock again with your ass."

Hank closed his eyes as the girl complied. "Yeah, just like that. You are such a good little slut. You're getting me close now. You ready to feel a man quirt in your ass, princess?"

"Yes, please," Veronica managed between moans. Anything , she thought. Just get it over with!

"That's good," Hank chortled. "Because this ass is gonna be feeling a lot of cock in it after today! Oh yeah, this is some good variety ! And speaking of variety, we got another cock waiting for your sweet ass. Don't we, Russ?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Don't worry, bro," the old man vowed as he withdrew his cock only to pound its length home again. "Won't be long now!"

Erica sat nearby, once again forgotten, her eyes closed, but her ears relentlessly assaulted by the mixed sounds of her sister's suffering and their tormentor's joy.

Over the following days the vile men conceived even viler acts for the sisters to perform, always with the camera rolling. The younger girl felt even more helpless as she watched her sibling repeatedly abused, her shattered spirits sinking lower with each passing day.

Not that the blonde was in any way spared. Most days were spent with the men using both girls to commit their latest debauched ideas to celluloid. The nights that followed generally involved the brothers watching their homemade porn from the couch with the shackled sisters kneeling before them, ready and waiting to serve their seemingly endless need for carnal gratification.

The Princess and the Toad

© 2004 by Naughty Puppy

Part 7 of 7

Destroying the Evidence

Erica blinked as consciousness returned to her still sluggish brain. She sighed as she realized she was again awake. How she preferred the bliss of slumber, what little she got of it chained to the post in her perpetual kneeling position.

The soft little blonde looked upward as she heard a door slam on the ground floor above. Footsteps followed on the creaking boards just over the joists. She glanced to her dozing sister and decided not to wake her; the brothers would likely do that soon enough.

Over the past week, Hank and Russ had used both of the teens in their increasingly degenerate cinematic endeavors. Erica had hoped that this shift in duties would provide her sister some much-needed rest. However, the blonde's inclusion in the depravity had had the opposite effect. Veronica's spirit appeared wholly shattered, her listless attitude only serving to raise the brother's ire.

"Hello?"

Erica's scalp tingled as the sound of the single word seemed to hang in the stale air of the cellar. Her eyes widened as they eased upward toward the source of the voice. She tongued her just parted lips as she tried to decide what, if anything, she ought do.

"Hello?" the voice called again a few seconds later.

The younger sister looked to her still sleeping sibling and inhaled a massive breath. She turned her face again skyward and bellowed at the top of her lungs, "Down here! In the basement!"

Veronica stirred, then mumbled, "What is it?"

"I'm not sure," Erica whispered. "I think someone else may be here."

Veronica snorted and let her head fall her sister's direction. Pessimism clung to her sunken brown orbs. "Yeah. They probably brought their cousin Jim-Bob to join in the fun."

"Maybe," agreed Erica. "But maybe not." She turned her face back to the joists overhead. "Down here! Help us!" With that, she dropped her gaze to the cold concrete and prayed she called to an ally, or at least not to Jim-Bob.

The blonde stiffened as the door at the top of the stairs opened and the steps began to creak. Veronica simply allowed her head to roll the opposite direction as she brought her eyes to the staircase.

Erica's heart bounced with her spirit as she saw the slender frame come into view, followed quickly by the awkward mug of the third brother.

"Fred!"

The lad tilted his head scratched the top as he got his first view the two nude girls chained to the post. "Rickie?" His face broke into a grin as he strolled to where the girls knelt. "Oh, my brothers must have hired you again. Yer playing one of them kinky games, huh? You girls have some fun job!"

Erica shook her head. "No. This is not a game and your brothers didn't hire us." She glanced to the floor and took a deep breath before directing her attention back to the lad. "Fred, there's no nice way to say this. Your brothers kidnapped us. And they've been holding us and raping us ever since."

Fred blinked as he scowled. "What?"

"Do I look like a hooker?" Veronica barked, her dark eyes squeezed to mere slits. She rattled her shackles for effect. "Don't you get it? We're prisoners. I'm a slave ; your brothers' personal butt-fucking, cocksucking, cum-eating fuck toy!"

Fred moved his head in a slow pivot. "Hank and Russ," he muttered. "They'd never do that."

"Oh, they did it alright," Veronica snarled. "They been doin' it to me a dozen times a day for more days than I can count. There's probably a puddle of Hank's cum under my ass right now if you want to check. Or maybe Russ was in there last; I forget."

Fred looked back to the blonde, his eyes riddled with confusion. "You must be joking."

"No," Erica replied quickly. "It's no joke."

"This isn't a game?"

"No, you lack-wit!" Veronica snapped. "It's not a fucking game! Rape is never a game!"

Fred shifted his focus once again to the blonde. "Really? Rape?"

Erica nodded solemnly. "Both of us. Everyday."

The lad's eyes started to glaze. "So, I raped you too?"

"No!" Erica snapped. "You didn't know."

Fred's lips quivered. "But you still didn't want to, did you? That'd make it the same."

"No," Erica repeated. "I mean yes! Yes, I did want you. I still would want to, if you did."

Fred sniffed twice quickly before replying. "You were playing games last time I saw you; weren't you? And you lied about wanting me. Maybe you lie about my brothers too."

Erica squirmed in her chains. "No! Look at my sister. You know it's true."

"Look at me?" Veronica added. "Hell, smell me! Who the fuck would smell like this by choice?"

"Wait," Erica cried. "I know! Go upstairs. By the TV. There's a box with movies in it. Movies they made of us. Watch them; you'll see. They try to make us act like we're willing, but you can tell we aren't. Just look at all the gross stuff they make us do! You'll see."

The young girl paused for a moment, hoping the boy would reply, but he did not. "Please," she begged. "You have to believe me. They're getting even meaner. It's like every day they have to get their jollies by making us do something even more disgusting. You have to help us! I know they're your brothers, but we'll be dead soon if you don't help us."

"What do they make you do?" Fred asked.

Erica shook her head. "Go watch the tapes. You won't believe it if I just tell you. And they're getting worse. Just today they said something about getting some real royalty to make the next movie with the princess."

"Princess?"

"That's what Hank calls Veronica," Erica noted. "When he's not calling her slut, or bitch, or whore."

"Yeah," Veronica added. "He said something about getting me a real prince and somebody else for Rickie."

Fred swallowed as his brow sank. "Duke?"

"Yeah," Erica nodded. "I think that was it."

Fred's wide eyes wavered but a moment before he turned away. "This is bad. Real bad. I need to go think on it a spell."

"No!" Veronica cried. "You need to let us go!"

Fred shook his head. "I don't think that will do. No, not now. I gotta think."

"Yes, now!" Erica pleaded. "Please. I know you're a good man. You didn't mean any of this. It's not too late. You don't have to be a part of this. Please! "

"No," Fred said absently. "I'm not a good man. If I was, God wouldn't make this happen to me. I musta done something wrong. The priest taught me right, but I didn't learn it. Nope, I thought I could maybe slide the rules a bit, but God knows. He knows everything. Yep, he knows."

The lad continued to mumble to himself as he walked back to the stairs and slowly up them, ignoring the girl's continued pleas behind him.

"He's just like his brothers," Veronica snarled as the door at the top of the stairs closed. "Now we'll have three cocks to suck. You watch."

Erica dropped her head. "I thought he was different."

"Maybe, deep inside, all men are just worthless pigs," Veronica said. "Every God-fucking-damn one of them."

"No," Erica said. "I'll never believe that just because of what two men did to us."

Veronica closed her eyes and shook her head. "Three," she insisted in a whisper. "Three men."

* * *

Hank opened the door with due caution, unsure what he would find inside the house. He released a small sigh of relief as he spied his youngest brother reclined on the sofa, casually watching television.

"Hey, Fred," the older man said. "Saw your truck outside. Didn't expect you until tomorrow."

Fred shrugged. "No work at the silo. Got tomorrow off."

"Oh," Hank nodded. "That's good." The next second he heard his own voice from the television. His eyes gaped and his blood ran cold. He walked around the tube to see Veronica's doubly penetrated lions presented squarely to a wobbly camera.

"You been holding out on me," Fred said in the most matter-of-fact tones.

"What?"

"I could o' been over here fucking those two babes like rabbits," Fred explained. "That wasn't very brotherly of ya keeping them a secret."

Hank scratched his head. "Me and Russ, well, we weren't sure you'd understand."

"Understand what?" Fred asked. "Free pussy; and ass ? Hell! What's to understand? And where is Russ?"

"He's gone looking for the, uh, dogs." Hank said. "We saw the both of 'em in the neighbors field and I let him out to go fetch 'em."

Fred nodded toward the screen "That's perty cool how you made the one of them film while you both fucked the other one at the same time. That dick's really up her ass too, ain't it."

"Yeah," Hank grinned. "Wait until you see what we make her do next." He grinned as he pressed the fast forward button until the tape reached the desired place.

Fred features contorted as the scene unfolded before him. "Wow," he muttered. "You think they'd puke."

"Yeah," Hank snorted. "The fat one did the first time. Right there in fact." He pointed to an irregular olive stain on the carpet. "We got that on tape too. You wanna see?" He began to dig through the stack of cassettes in the box.

"No," Fred replied. "This is pretty good just like it is. Just let it play."

"How about I go get one of the girls?" Hank said. "Or better yet, both. Me and Russ love you have them suck us while we watch their movies."

"How about you make one of them picture shows of me with one of them?" Fred suggested.

"Yeah," Hank nodded. "That's good. I love it when I have one suck my balls and the other my cock. And there's nothing better than watching your cock go in and out of some girl's ass on the TV while it goes in and out of her mouth for real."

"That does sound good," Fred agreed. "I think I'd like to watch my dick go in and out of that tall one's ass. I need to take piss first though." He started toward the toilet.

"I'll set up the camera," Hank called after him. "And, hey, Fred…"

The lad stopped and looked over his shoulder. "What?"

"Sorry, I misjudged you." Hank offered.

"It's ok," Fred replied. "Reckon I regret misjudging you too."

Hank walked back to the living room and started setting up the camera. He had hardly begun when the third brother entered the room.

"I got them," Russ announced. The two hounds rushed inside with the man, running and sniffing about.

"Well," Hank said. "Put them back outside. Didn't you notice Fred's truck?"

Russ furrowed his brow and looked over his shoulder. "No, I guess I didn't." Then he wheeled back to his brother. "Fred! He's here?"

"Relax," Hank said. "Fred's ok. We're even gonna make a movie with him and the princess. Now get them dogs out of here."

"Awright!" Russ bellowed as though to wake the dead. "I told you Fred would like fucking them too!"

Veronica looked upward at the joists, then to her sister. "You heard that didn't you? Your fucking hero is just another fucking asshole, just like the other two."

"Yes," Erica sighed glumly. "I heard."

"What'd I tell you about men?" Veronica muttered as she rolled her eyes. " Three guys and three holes; I can do that math."

"I really thought he was different," Erica sighed, her eyes clouded.

"I know you did," Veronica said. "And I wish you'd been right. But you weren't."

Erica shook her head. "It's just that he seemed so…."

"What the hell?" A voice roared overhead.

As the girls looked up the disturbance on the ground floor, a boom shook the house. The girls jumped in unison. The sound was followed quickly by a dull thud and then a second, similar, explosion. The siblings heard a low moan, some footsteps, unintelligible words, a door opening, and finally a third blast, slightly duller than the previous two. And then, silence.

"What happened?" Erica wondered in the succeeding quiet.

"I don't know," Veronica admitted. "But that sounded like a gun. What else could it be?"

"Maybe Fred changed his mind and they shot him!" Erica gasped.

"Serves the stupid fuck right for not letting us go what he had the chance."

Erica opened her mouth to protest, but the sound of footfalls overhead left her mouth both agape and silent. The two pairs of eyes moved in tandem as they traced the path of the steps from the entryway across the floor to the top of the stairs.

Veronica passed a large breath and then looked to her sibling. "I love you, Rickie."

The blonde turned as her ducts lost a single tear. "I love you too." She clamped her eyelids closed and prayed as the door atop the stairwell opened.

Veronica simply stared, not daring to pray, or hope, for anything. "It's Fred," the older sibling whispered as the man came into view.

Erica's eyes bolted, yet she didn't risk a smile as her gaze settled upon the shotgun that hung from the young man's right hand.

Fred did not speak until he had walked to where the younger girl sat. "I mean to let you go, but I has to insist you makes a promise first."

"What's that?" Erica asked timidly.

"You has to shoot me."

"What?" Erica gasped.

"I figure," Fred began, "that after raping you and killing my brothers that I'm perty sure bound for Hell, but the priest always says suicides is a straight way to get there, so I needs you to kill me instead; you know, just in case I still have a chance. I figure it ain't no sin neither for your soul to kill a murder and rapist."

Erica's features melted. "No! You didn't rape me! And whatever you did to your brothers, well, you did it saving us, didn't you? You can't go to Hell for that!"

Fred nodded. His own eyes glazed as he saw the girl's sorrow. "You and I know them boys got what they had comin', but the law ain't gonna see it that way. I ain't sure God'll see it, but figure I'll know that soon 'nough."

"Just let us go," Erica pleaded. "You don't need to die!"

"There ain't no other way I can see," Fred declared. "Everyone'll say I should have just called the cops instead o' shootin' them. I don't want to go to no prison where some big ugly man will make me his wife. It's better I just die with my brothers, you see? I ain't never been afraid o' dyin', ya know. Lotta times it seems better than livin' anyhow."

"Dammit!" Erica cried. "You did not rape me! I..." the girl stalled, considering how much she dared say. "I love you, Fred. I know you probably don't believe it, but I do. You are the kindest boy I know. You were my best lover- ever , and you saved my sister and me. You're my hero, Fred." She paused to swallow. "I could never kill you."

"How old are you?" Fred asked.

Erica hesitated a second before replying, "Eighteen."

Fred snorted. "No you ain't. I may not know much of the law, but I know it's still rape if you ain't no adult. And you ain't, is ya?"

"I really am eighteen!" Erica cried. "You won't go to jail!"

"I'll kill you," Veronica interrupted, in the most simple and solemn of tones.

The other two heads swung, replying in concert, "What?"

"I'll kill you," Veronica repeated, only her mouth moving. "Just let me go."

"Ok." Fred nodded shallowly. "It's a deal." He put down the shotgun and knelt beside the older girl.

"No!" Erica screamed. "You can't "

"It's the only way," Veronica argued.

"It is not!" Erica countered. "I'll hate you forever!"

"Go ahead," Veronica replied callously as the man continued to unshackle her. "At least you'll have a forever to hate me with."

Erica continued to plea, ever more loudly, but after several seconds, the other two simply ignored her. The younger girl's words had become an unintelligible wail of sorrow by the time the door at the top of the stairs closed, leaving her alone in the basement.

The pudgy blonde tried to resolve to kill her traitorous sister, but hate was not in her nature. Soon she began to weep uncontrollably. Then the emotions she had kept bottled up for far too long were abruptly released in one agonizing shriek of misery.

Veronica and Fred heard the extended lament above, but they proceeded silently onward as if they had heard nothing at all.

Erica's chest heaved as a lack of oxygen finally forced a pause to her wailing. Her lower lip hung loose as she cycled rapid breaths. She continued to pant between sniffles until several minutes later a forth and final blast, more distant and duller than the other three, ripped the early evening air.

The young blonde's head slipped slowly toward the floor, drawn by gravity as if all life had gone from her. Her glazed eyes fell as well, to focus on an arbitrary spot amid the shadows of the amorphous concrete slab.

The first thing Veronica noticed when she returned was those same eyes; little green beacons of malice, glistening and streaked with just enough red to look almost demonic.

"I hate you!" Erica sneered, her stubby nose wrinkled above her clenched teeth. She pulled against the chains in an entirely symbolic, but still effective, gesture. "How could you?"

Veronica knelt by her sister and looked into the younger girl's spite-filled face. "Don't be silly," she said softly. "I couldn't anymore than you could have." The brunette shifted her eyes down at once, directing her attention to matching the set of keys in her hand to the locks of her sister's restraints.

Erica gulped as her gaze wandered. "So; you didn't?"

"Nope," Veronica muttered as she tried a second key. She smiled as it twisted and one less cuff held her sibling. "Nice of them to label the keys, don't you think?"

Erica remained motionless, except for her chest, which rose and fell in a marked rhythm. "So Fred's ok?"

Veronica brought her focus again to her sister's now hopeful facade. "I know real heroes are supposed to ride off into the sunset on a some great stallion," she said. "But yours drove off in a rusty pickup with a couple of stupid looking dogs hanging their tongues over the tailgate. I hope that will do."

"So he's ok?" Erica repeated.

Veronica suppressed a chuckle. "Unless he had an accident since he left, yes, he's fine."

"But I didn't hear the truck!" Erica argued.

Veronica looked serenely into her sister's face. "From the look of your eyes, my guess is you couldn't hear much over your own bawling."

Erica gulped and nodded as her eyes sought to well again. "But I love him."

"I'm sorry I made you sad," Veronica offered. "I never intended to shoot him."

"Well," Erica started, her scowl returning in an instant. "You sure had me fooled!"

"I had him fooled too," Veronica noted. "And that was what mattered at the time."

Erica's angry expression dissolved as rapidly as it had formed. "So what did you do?"

"I told him pretty much the same things you did," Veronica related. "Told him it wasn't his fault, he was the good guy and we'd tell the cops Hank and Russ were the only ones we ever saw."

"And he believed you?"

Veronica nodded. "Yes."

"Why did he believe you?"

The brunette shrugged. "I expect because he loves you in the same goofy way you love him. I guess he knew I didn't give a shit about him, so I guess he figured I must be telling the truth."

"What was the gunshot?"

"Oh, that," Veronica began, her eyes still sparkling in the fading light. "When I was coming back to the house, I came across Hank lying on the porch. I'm afraid my mood got the better of me and I blew his balls off."

"You did what?"

"I blew his balls off," Veronica repeated. "I know he didn't feel it, but I sure did. And it felt pretty damn good!" The brunette smiled as the last shackle fell from her sister's ankle. "Who knows, maybe I sent the bastard to the next world sans nads. I doubt it; but I can still hope!"

"So Fred's really ok?" Erica asked again, oblivious to her sister's vengeful gloating.

Veronica looked into her sister's bright eyes. "Look, I know what you're thinking; and forget it. You can't ever see Fred again, no matter how you might want to. Just think about it for a moment and you'll see how that would look."

The older sister paused to allow her sibling a moment of reflection before continuing, "I know you still have feelings for him; and that's ok. You should be happy you two shared something special. Weird , but special. But really, and trust me here, what you two shared is not a basis for any real relationship. This is one of those times where you have to be thankful for what you had and let it go."

Erica sighed. "I know you're right. But he was so nice. And he did save us. Is it ok to want to see him again?"

Veronica shook her head as she stroke her sister's thin, pale locks. "It's ok to want to, but it's not ok to plan to."

The blonde's eyes moistened again. "But I didn't even get to say goodbye."

"I know," the older girl whispered. "And I'm sorry. I did thank him for the both of us, as best I could. I don't want you to imagine I'm not grateful for what he did. But we can thank him for it best in the future by pretending we don't even know he exists."

Erica nodded as she rubbed her stiff wrists. "I already said you were right."

"I just wanted to be very clear."

"You were." The blonde stood and started to stretch her legs. "What now?"

"First thing," said Veronica as she bounced to her feet. "We destroy some evidence."

"What evidence?"

"Picture this," Veronica suggested, unfolding her hands in mock drama. "A bunch of fat-ass cops are huddled around a VCR down at the police station. They're sipping coffee, munching donuts, and examining some of the evidence Hank and Russ videotaped. You like that picture?"

Erica's jaw fell a second before her head began a slow pivot.

"I didn't think so," Veronica said. "So let's go take care of that first, just in case the cops are already on the way."

The sisters moved up the stairs as fast as they could, their underused muscles protesting the exertion. Erica tensed as she saw Russ's prone form in the living room, a massive crimson stain in the center of his equally massive chest. The young girl simply stopped where she was, transfixed by the corpse.

"Hey," Veronica barked, snapping her sister from the trance. "What did you expect to see? C'mon. We may not have much time."

"Are you sure they're dead?"

"Well," Veronica sighed. "I think I gave ol' Hank a pretty good test, and he passed with flying colors." She paused to smile. " Literally ." The brunette sighed through a smirk as her naive sister failed to grasp the gory jest. "And Russ there," she continued. "Well, you tell me if he's dead."

"He looks dead," Erica agreed. Suddenly the young girl paled. She pointed to a path of bloody boot prints. "Fred's footsteps!"

"Already taken care of," Veronica explained. "I have the boots. We'll just tell the cops I wore them."

Erica still looked apprehensive. "What else will we tell them?"

"Simple," Veronica said. "We'll claim the brothers chained me in a hurry when they left the house. I've lost some weight and wiggled out of the cuffs. I came upstairs, found a shotgun and gave them what they had coming when they got home. After what those bastards did to us, nobody's going to go over our story with a fine toothed comb. Hell, what jury would convict us of anything if they did?"

Erica nodded. "I guess you're right."

"Ok, then," Veronica said. "A little wood and some fuel should do the trick on this cardboard box. I bet there's some gasoline in the garage. If not, there's the truck and we know where there's a hose. Grab those other boots by the door and let's go check."

"How do we know they're all there?" Erica asked, pointing to the box of videocassettes.

"Good idea," Veronica nodded. She knelt on the floor and dumped the cartridges on the carpet. She picked up the first one and read the label: " Princess to Porn Star, Vol. 3. Wanna bet that's my first anal adventure? If we had to burn just one, that might be it."

Erica grabbed another tape. " Princess and the Toad, Vol. 8 ," she related. "Sad, but I don't even know what that was."

"Me neither," Veronica admitted. "So let's stop reminiscing and start sorting."

Shortly the girls had all twenty-one tapes neatly arranged on the floor.

"Well, I think that's all of them," Veronica said. "Three volumes of Princess to Porn Star and eighteen of Princess and the Toad . At least there aren't any missing in the sequence."

"Shouldn't we watch the last one?" Erica suggested. "Just to make sure, well, it's the last one?"

Veronica scowled. "Do you really want to?"

Erica shook her head. "No. But we have to."

Veronica nodded. "You're right." She grabbed the highest numbered volume and stood, attempting to cram it into the late brothers' archaic tape player. Her brow furrowed as she encountered resistance. "What's wrong with this damn thing?"

Erica reached for the 'eject' button. Another tape sprang from the device.

"Oh," muttered Veronica, grinning at her own foolishness. She grabbed the newly ejected cassette and turned the label skyward. "Volume nineteen." With a smirk and tilt of her head, she pushed the video back into the machine and hit 'play.'

Both girls released a long sigh as they saw themselves on the screen.

"That's last night," Erica said, turning to her sister. "Right?"

"I think so," Veronica nodded. "I guess we should fast forward to the end, just to be sure." She reached for the buttons again and the girls proceeded to examine what they hoped was the final video chapter of their ordeal.

"Yep," Erica concluded. "That's it."

"I agree."

"How do we know there aren't any more?" Erica inquired, looking about the living room.

"I guess we don't," Veronica admitted. "But at least we aren't missing any numbers and the highest number is the last one. I say let's burn these first and then we can search for more."

Erica looked back at the rows of cassettes on the floor. "Yes. Let's!" she agreed with a broad smile.

Ten minutes, two gallons, and a pile of scrap lumber later; a trail of flame, sparks, and billowing black smoke rose from the driveway into the night sky. Both girls watched with glee as the plastic cases and the videotape within began to melt into one amorphous bubbling blob.

Erica looked to her sister and laughed.

"What's funny?" the brunette queried.

"We're standing out here in the middle of nowhere," Erica noted, "Totally naked except these stupid old boots."

"Yeah," Veronica shrugged. "I guess so. I wonder if clothes will feel funny now."

"I say let's go find out," Erica suggested.

"I say let's go find out what a real bath feels like first," Veronica countered.

"Yes, let's!" Erica agreed.

The pair sprinted for the house, the longer-legged girl easily outdistancing her sibling.

Veronica stopped in the living room. "You can go first," she offered.

Erica smiled. "We've shared everything so far," she recalled. "And I do mean everything . I think we can share a tub."

Veronica again smiled at her own foolishness. "Good point."

The girls resumed their dash in an almost giddy unison. Soon they each issued sighs of pleasure, eyes closed and faces pointed slightly upward, as the warm water of the shower cascaded over their bodies. They lathered and washed at some leisure. As the water washed the dirt from their forms, it seemed to somehow cleanse their souls as well.

"This does feel so good," Veronica noted in an extended moan as she began to shampoo her matted tresses.

Erica opened her eyes and looked at her sister. "Yes, it does." she paused to swallow before continuing. "You know what else feels good?"

"What?" Veronica asked, her closed eyes still pointed toward the ceiling while her fingers massaged her scalp.

"Licking your pussy."

Veronica shuddered. Her eyes flew open. She snapped her focus to her unexpectedly wanton sister. "What?"

Erica did not blink. "You know I never would have done any of the stuff they made us do, but licking you was somehow different. I'm sorry if you think I'm weird or sick, but I liked it. I always hoped maybe I made you feel good, at least for a while anyway."

"You did," Veronica admitted in a whisper. "You definitely did."

"I lied to Fred too," Erica announced.

"How?"

"I told him he was my best lover," Erica explained. "But he wasn't. You were."

Veronica's hands left her scalp and fell to her sides. She chewed her lower lip as she struggled to find the right words. "Oh, Rickie," she finally began. "I don't know if it was just the situation or what, but no one ever loved my pussy like you did. It was so weird, and yeah, maybe sick too, but it sure was wonderful."

"I want to be sick and weird again," Erica declared in a tone more fitting a sermon than a seduction. Her twinkling eyes locked on her sister's, the blonde moved forward, offering her just parted lips to her sibling.

Veronica hesitated but for a moment before accepting. Neither sister had brushed her teeth for a month, yet with all the other sundry things they had tasted and smelled, each found the other's flavor nothing short of a delicacy. Water poured over their heads for untold seconds as passions poured through their interlaced mouths.

Erica licked her lips for a salacious moment as the girls finally parted. Then, without a word, she slowly began to drop to her knees. Her bright green orbs moved upward in their sockets as she slid downward, her gaze locked like radar on her sister's equally brilliant brown eyes.

Veronica felt her hips squirm in anticipation as she gauged her sister's intent. Without hesitation, she moved one foot to the rim of the tub, effectively making her womanhood completely available to her sibling. Her entire body shuddered with delight as she felt her sister's welcome tongue once again grace her flesh. "This is so wrong," she whimpered.

Erica did not stop to reply, using her mouth instead to ingest a portion of her sister's labia.

"Oh, Rickie," Veronica gasped. "I love it when you suck my pussy lips!" She paused to emit a whine of pleasure before continuing, "I always liked it. I was just afraid to tell you. I was afraid to admit I liked it so much."

Erica's head popped away from her sister and into view. "I was afraid to tell you too," she replied. "But I just had to. Your pussy tastes too good. Promise me you'll always let me lick it?"

"I will," Veronica insisted. "But you have to let me taste yours too."

"You want to lick me too?" Erica inquired excitedly.

"Oh, I do," Veronica purred. "And I will, soon ." She put her hand to her sister's head, subtly urging her to cease talking and resume licking.

Erica issued a knowing smile as she felt the gentle pressure. "I love you, Ronnie."

"Oh, Rickie," Veronica gasped as her sister's face disappeared again into her loins. "I love you too."