With a growl Cecil dropped between Jane's long, shapely legs and fucked his cock inside her. It felt to the beautiful, degraded captive as though she was being stabbed and beaten at the same time. She climaxed twice while he was fucking her, but each new orgasm brought twice as much pain with it as the one before. By the time Cecil splattered his cum deep inside her jism-drenched pussy, Jane was moaning more from pain than she was from ecstasy.
Cecil pissed with his cock still buried inside her wet cunt. Jane screamed as the burning piss sizzled into her inflamed cunt-flesh. Marcia and Cecil both laughed as the gorgeous slave pleaded with the guy to take his piss-gushing cock out of her pussy. He didn't pull out until he had squirted the last drop of his piss inside her swampy cunt. He wiped his cock clean on the graceful curve of one of Jane's long, slender arms, then spit into her open, gasping mouth before leaving the room.
Jane was in agony now. Another guy came into the room and flipped her back over on her face and knees. He drove his cock up her fucked-out ass hard. He bit at her back while he fucked her, leaving red teeth marks all aver her creamy shoulder blades. He bit the back of her graceful neck until he drew blood.
Jane thought his name was Tod, but she wasn't certain. He blasted his jism up her clutching, ravaged shitter, then pulled his cock out of her asshole and pissed all over her sexy back. His piss burned like acid into the abrasions he had just made with his teeth.
Jane climaxed as he pissed on her, but her orgasm was all pain now. She couldn't even remember what pleasure felt like.
The next guy was named Jason. He fucked her ass, too. Her shit-chute gaped wide open now, dripping blood and great, gooey wads of jism. Jason plunged his cock easily up the reamed-out hole and fucked Jane for almost fifteen minutes before he squirted his cockcream deep inside her.
One more guy fucked her. His name was Larry. His cock had a big curve in it, and when he forced it up her asshole, it tore her again. The pain this time was so bad that Jane howled like a wild dog. The guy just laughed at her and fucked his cock into her harder, riding her like a bitch in heat.
Jane passed out while Larry was fucking her. After he came, he woke her up by standing over her head and pissing down on her face. Jane cried as Larry pissed on her.
The last was a girl. She was very tall and very pretty. She was pale, her hair blonde, her eyes light blue, her skin almost ivory. She hugged Marcia when she stepped inside the door. The two girls kissed, playing their tongues into each other's mouth.
"Is she good?" the girl asked, rubbing her palms over Marcia's full, firm tits and wedging her knee between Marcia's long, lush legs.
"Aunt Jane's a slut, Barbie," Marcia said, closing her delicate hands over the willowy blonde's tight asscheeks. "But she is a beautiful one. And talented. What do you want to do with her?"
"She's a mess," Barbie said as she and Marcia undressed each other. "I'm not sure I want to touch her until after we've cleaned her up."
Jane blushed with shame at the girl's words, surprised to find that she could still be humiliated by the scorn of the teenagers who had enslaved her. She also found herself being turned on by the two beautiful teenagers and what they were doing to each other.
Jane was a mess. Jism dripped from her reamed-out asshole and swollen cunt in thick, greasy strands. There was jism and pussy-cream and shit streaking her beautiful face. Her svelte body was soaked with piss. There were tiny bruises and welts all over her satiny skin from the bites, pinches and punches the guys had dealt her.
"She's still beautiful," Barbie said. "She might be more beautiful than ever like this. A stuck-up bitch as elegant as your Aunt Jane needs to look like this. Like she's been mastered."
"She wants you, Barbie," Marcia said with a cruel laugh. "Look at the way the poor slut's watching you. I bet her pussy's creaming for you. Let's make love while Aunt Jane watches. Let's drive her out of her slutty mind."
"Good idea," Barbie said, taking Marcia into her arms. "Watch us, Jane. And cum for us. We want to hear you cumming while we get each other off."
Jane cried as the two beautiful girls sank to the floor in each other's arms. Tears of frustrated, burning lust ran down her scummy, pretty cheeks as she watched them eat each other, finger-fuck each other, and climax again and again as they rolled across the floor.
But she never looked away from them. And she came almost as many times as they did.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After they had brought each other to a dozen climaxes Barbie and Marcia untied Jane's long, silky hair and pulled her to her feet. The two tall girls towered over Jane. She could barely stand, and they had to drag her into the bathroom.
Jane didn't even think about fighting the girls or trying to escape. She was completely at their mercy.
They dropped her in the bathtub like a bag of dirty laundry, then filled up the tub with steaming hot water. The two girls washed Jane, giggling as they teased her to orgasms with their agile fingers. Jane cried in despair as they made her cum against her will. It was as though she had no free will any longer. The night of raw, violent sex had reduced her to a mindless sex puppet who the girls could make climax on command.
After they cleaned Jane's sexy body they dressed her in the sexiest dress she owned. It was white silk, with a dip in the front that revealed the creamy upper slopes of her tits and a back that dipped almost all the way to her perfect ass. The girls pulled the thin shoulder straps down until they hugged the slender curves of Jane's upper arms. A black choker and a pair of spiked heels were the only other clothing they gave her before they marched her out of the bedroom.
"She's all dressed up! You going to a party or something, bitch?"
"What a whore!" Margot growled. "You fucked everybody in this room, cunt! What kind of a sleazy, nympho slut would do something like that?"
The other guys shouted at Jane, too, making fun of her as Barbie and Marcia led her through the living room. They were sprawled all over her living room, drinking liquor and eating food from her kitchen. They had turned the sofa and all the chairs in one direction, so they faced the counter of the little bar that sat in the corner of the room. It was to the bar that Marcia and Barbie led her. Jane hung her head the whole trip, quivering with fear, shame and lust at the way the guys talked about her.
"Where's Mike?" she asked Marcia, her voice soft and respectful but still cracking with fear that she would be punished for having the presumption to ask a question.
"Right there," Mike said. A moment later there was a sharp crack of leather. "I got you what you begged for, Aunt Jane. All the hot cock and steaming wet pussy you could handle. Now you're going to have to pay for it. Now you're going to have to learn a few lessons."
"That's right," Marcia said. She pulled Jane's hands forward, one to either side of the post that rose from the end of the counter to the ceiling. Marcia pulled Jane's long, silky hair over her shoulder and looped it around her wrists, tying her to the post. "You've always wanted to call the shots, Aunt Jane. That's why we're going to turn things around a little," Mike said, walking in front of her white Marcia and Barbie bound her arms around the post with Jane's beautiful hair. "You've got a stuck-up face and a slinky body, Aunt Jane. It's going to be a trip seeing you begging for mercy. We're going to make a whole different kind of bitch out of you."
Jane stared at the whip in her handsome nephew's hand. It was a cat, nine separate, cruel lashes dangling from the end of its strip of leather. She tugged hopelessly at her hands, but her efforts only pulled her hair painfully and caused the tightly wrapped strands to bite into her wrists.