Before Wanda could jerk the whip from Jimmy's hand, Brenda raced over to the boy and yanked the leather away. With pure loathing in her eyes, she cracked the whip, hitting Wanda across the check.
"There… bitch," Brenda said, hitting Wanda once more. "Teach you to hit me…"
"Are you going to let her do that to me?" Wanda screamed, looking at Mike and Jimmy.
To her horror, both her stepsons began grinning. Shame and humiliation burned into Wanda's mind at the turn of events.
"Stop her!" Wanda screamed, retreating from the lashing whip. "I order it!"
"Oh, fuck you," Mike said, sending a chill up and down Wanda's spine.
What happened next horrified Wanda even more. Jimmy and Mike grabbed both her arms, then yanked her housecoat away. Then, as she stood between them fully naked, Brenda began hitting her over and over with the whip.
"Ohhhh… God, stop her!" Wanda begged. "She's killing me!"
"Hold her there," Brenda said, her eyes burning with sadistic lust. "Let's beat her to death."
Slowly, the pain ebbed from Wanda's body, and the world seemed to reel about her. A few seconds later, she went limp, darkness closing in like a fiery nightmare.
CHAPTER TWO
What an awful dream, Wanda said to herself as she awoke. In fact, it seemed so real, her body still throbbed with pain. She tried moving her hands to her stomach, where her flesh burned the most, but to her horror, they were restrained. Quickly she opened her eyes and looked to the right, then left.
"Oh, no," she said, seeing that her, wrists were tied to the corners of the bed frame with rope. She then looked down and saw that he feet were also bound. "It wasn't a dream."
"Well, what are we going to do with her?" Mike's voice drifted in from the living room.
"I say we beat her up some more," Brenda replied.
"Why don't we go in there and fuck her?" Jimmy said.
Wanda was so horrified, her voice locked in her throat. So it happened, she told herself. They beat me until I was unconscious, then took me inside. Now I'm lying on my own bed, naked and tied up.
"Untie me!" she screamed out, her mind again exploding with anger. "Mike! Jimmy! You little bastards get in here and untie me… now!"
"Hey, she's awake," Jimmy said. "We gonna fuck her or not?"
"Well, you seem to be the big stud all of a sudden," Mike said. "You go fuck her."
"You don't think I will, do you?" Jimmy said.
"You ain't got the balls," Brenda cut in.
"You just fucking watch me!"
While Wanda listened to this dreadful conversation, her mind burned with fury. If she ever got free, she would call the police and see to it that that little whore, Brenda, went to reform school. And even if it did jeopardize her marriage to Stan, she certainly wasn't going to take any more of this nonsense from her stepsons. She'd have them thrown in jail also. "Hello, Mommy dear," Jimmy said, walking into the bedroom.
"Untie me," Wanda said evenly, trying to ignore the fact that he was still naked. "Untie me now, you little bastard."
"You hit me with that whip," Jimmy said, touching a bruise on his shoulder. "You know that?"
"You deserved it," Wanda spat.
"For what? Fucking somebody in the barn? What the hell were you doing out there, anyway? Standing outside the door diddling your cunt while we fucked?"
The fact that he spoke the horrible truth infuriated Wanda even more. She struggled against the bonds at her wrists and ankles until her body glistened with sweat.
"You little prick," she gasped. "When I get free, I'm going to make you pay for that smart remark."
"Hey, you gonna fuck her or talk all night?" Brenda asked, entering the room.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck her," Jimmy said. "How dare you even talk like that!" Wanda said. "Now untie me, you little shit."
"Fuck her," Brenda said. "Fuck her hard. Make it hurt, Jimmy."
Any further words Wanda might have had became frozen in her throat when her stepson crawled onto the bed and knelt between her legs.
"You ready to get fucked, Mommy?" Jimmy asked, placing his hands on Wanda's mound of cunt. "Hmmmmmm? You want my prick in your sweet pussy?"
"You… wouldn't," Wanda said at last, her words a gasp.
"You two get the fuck out of here," Jimmy said to Brenda and Mike. "I want her all alone for a little while."
"Yeah, let's go fuck on the couch," Brenda said, tugging at Mike's arm.
After they walked from the bedroom, and Wanda was alone with Jimmy, she felt a little safer. With that horrible girl gone and not egging Jimmy on, she could convince him to untie her.
"Look, Jimmy, I'm sorry I hit you with the whip," Wanda began. "Now just be a good boy and…"
"Boy?" Jimmy mocked. He grasped his rock-hard cock with both hands and pointed it toward her face. "You call this a boy's cock?"
Although Wanda didn't want to, she found her gaze going to his prick.
He was right, it wasn't a boy's cock. Almost as long as his father's, his cockshaft was thick and meaty. Underneath, hung two furry, plum-colored balls.
"OK, so you're not a boy," Wanda said, her gaze involuntarily moving over the rest of his body. "Now let me go."
"How do you want to get fucked, Mommy? You want me to lick your pussy and get you warmed up a little before I fuck you?"
"Stop talking like that!" Wanda demanded. "OK," Jimmy said slowly. "I'll stop talking and start fucking."
To Wanda's horror, he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue. Inch by inch, he neared the mound of her cunt. Then, when she felt the warmth of his spit against her cunt, she thought her mind was going to explode.
"Stop!" she screamed, twisting and writhing so violently, the ropes cut into her flesh.
Jimmy placed his hands to the sides of her cunt, then pulled back the loose folds of pussy meat. When her pink, frothy cunt hole was revealed and the tiny nub of her clit appeared, he lapped his tongue out, running it up and down her narrow cunt crack.
"Mmmmmm, you're sweet," Jimmy said, looking upward through the bush of red-gold hair that haloed her cunt. "You like this, Mommy? You like betting your pussy licked by your son?"
"This can't be happening," Wanda said, closing her eyes, trying to block out the horror. "It just can't be!"
How would she ever be able to look Stan in the face again? Knowing that his own son had kissed her cunt!
"Mmmmmm, I like this," Jimmy said, working his tongue farther up her cunt. "I'll bet Dad just loves the fuck out of eating your pussy. Does he eat pussy this good?"
His words filled Wanda with total disgust. And it was with the greatest effort that she didn't vomit.
"Please… we'll just forget everything that happened," Wanda begged. "Just stop. Don't do this… it's wrong, can't you see?"
Jimmy ignored her words and continued licking her pussy. At times, he took her clit between his teeth and bit down, scraping up and down the delicate shaft of her cunt knob. Soon his lips and chin were glistening with warm, oozing pussy juices.
"Please… stop!" Wanda pleaded, looking down at the horror he was performing on her body.
"Aw, come on, bitch. You know you like it," Jimmy said, lifting his face and smiling sadistically. "I'll bet if you gave yourself half a chance, you'd be the biggest whore in Texas."
Wanda wished her feet were free so she could kick him right between the teeth. Not even her first husband would have said such crude things to her.
"You ready for my cock now?" Jimmy said, sitting back on his haunches. "Hmmmm? Or do you want me to eat your pussy some more?"
"I just want you to get out," Wanda said, her voice weak.
While she spoke, she again let her gaze move over his body. She hadn't really noticed just how tall and muscular he was until this moment. And he was right – he was no longer a boy, but a man.