She struggled wildly, especially when she ran out of air. But eventually her struggles weakened, then halted. She didn't move as her eyes closed and she went limp. He held her for a few seconds to make sure she wasn't fooling, then let her go.
She fell on her face on the floor and lay still. He stepped over her and ripped the tape away from Jessie's mouth.
"Who's the cunt?" he demanded.
"M… my… my sister, Caitlin," she sobbed.
"What the fuck is she doing here?"
"She's a lawyer. She… she got me a job clerking for a friend of hers. They must have called and told her I didn't show up."
"Shit!"
"Is she… is… is she… dead?" she squeaked. "No, she ain't dead. Not that that matters to you, you stupid whore. I'll kill her if I want to and you too. Understand?"
She nodded her head in fear, her eyes wide. "We're just gonna have to do something about this, now ain't we?" he said, his lips turning into a nasty smile.
Chapter 5
He took all the tape off the naked blonde and dragged the brunette over his shoulder, carrying her into the master bedroom. Jessie followed anxiously, watching silently as he took off her sister's jacket, then took a pair of panty hose and ripped them in two.
He made Jessie help him as he tied Caitlin's wrists high to the twin bedposts. Caitlin started moaning half way through the job, jerking fitfully as she began to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes and looked at them in confusion, somewhat dazed.
"How ya' doin', Caitlin baby?" he sneered.
"Wha… wha… who… what's… what's going… on?" she moaned.
"You're gonna sure find out, baby," he snickered. Caitlin stared at him, then at her naked little sister, her eyes getting wider as she looked at Jessie standing there nude.
"Okay, cunt," Jones said, bringing over a portable phone. He'd found it in her car when he'd moved it into the stable.
"You're gonna call your company and tell them your little sister is sick and you're taking a couple of days off to look after her. What's the number?"
"Jessie? What's going on?" she demanded. Jones smiled thinly, then punched her hard in the belly. The air whooshed out of her and she gasped and groaned for long minutes before she could recover it.
"I didn't say you could talk to her. This cunt here belongs to me. Nobody talks to it unless I say they can. Now what's the number of your company?"
"Fuck you," she spat. I'm not going to tell you anything."
"No?" He smiled, then gripped Jessie by the hair and stepped behind her. He pulled her head back and slid a sharp knife up against her throat.
"You don't do as I tell you and I'll cut baby sister's pretty throat. Understand, bitch?"
"All right! I'll do it! Don't hurt her!" Jones dialed the number then put it next to her ear, listening closely as she told them the story.
"Now you can call her company and tell them she won't be coming for a few days." She did so and he hung up, grinning.
"Now we can have us some fun," he laughed. He threw down the knife, his instead sliding up and down Jessie's belly, then going up beneath her right tit, cupping and weighing it, then squeezing tightly as Caitlin watched. He slid his hand down between her legs and started rubbing his fingers up and down between her puffy bald cunt lips.
"What are we gonna do with this whore, baby?" he asked Jessie.
"I don't know," she said dumbly.
"I know," he snickered. He pushed her away and went up to Caitlin, gripping her head from behind. She stared at him in fear as he sneered at her. His right hand slid up her chest and squeezed her tit through her blouse, then he muffled her curses with his mouth, kissing her deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth.
He drew back with a curse, then punched her in the face, rocking her back and knocking her feet out from under her. She groaned, hanging for long seconds from her wrists before she could find her feet.
"Fuckin' whore bit me," he snarled. "We'll teach her what happens to cunts who don't behave, won't we slut?" he snapped at Jessie.
"Uh, huh," she said, looking down. He gripped her by the arm and pushed her forward towards her sister. Caitlin was running her tongue over her lower lips which was bleeding a little.
"Take the bitch's clothes off," he ordered.
Her hands moved tentatively to the buttons on Caitlin's shirt and she began to undo them. She didn't look at her sister as she carefully opened her shirt to the beltline. Once it was open she realized she couldn't get it off because her sister's wrists were tied so she just left it hanging open. She undid Caitlin's belt buckle and opened her pants, then tugged them down over her rounded hips, down her smooth, silky thighs and over her knees to bunch up around her ankles.
She knelt in front of her sister and undid her shoes, taking them off along with her socks, then pulled her pants off. Without looking up, she reached up and gripped Caitlin's panties, tugging them down her legs and off as well.
She stood up, turning to look at Jones.
"Don't forget her shirt and bra," he sneered.
"But… but they won't come off," she said, worriedly. Jones stepped forward and gripped the shirt's collar and ripped the entire back of the shirt off, leaving only one sleeve on her right arm. He gripped her bra and tore it open, then ripped it off as Caitlin yelped in pain.
Caitlin was red with embarrassment now, looking anxiously from Jones to Jessie. She was trying to cross her legs to hide her furry pussy but couldn't do that without hanging from her wrists. She had to stand absolutely straight to keep her feet on the ground.
"Well now, your sis ain't bad, baby," Jones leered. "Nice big fat titties, a nice round ass… " He was standing beside her and slid his right hand down between her legs to cup her pubic mound. "Nice soft pussy too," he sneered.
"You bastard!" Caitlin sobbed. He gripped her hair and she screamed as he pulled her head far back. He jammed his face into her throat and bit down hard, making her cry out again.
"You haven't even begun to see how much of a bastard I can be, slut," he sniggered. He turned to Jessie who was standing there timidly, trying not to look at her naked sister.
"You, whore," he snapped. "Get your ass over here." Jessie shuffled forward.
"Look at these titties. Aren't they nice?" Jessie nodded, embarrassed.
"Nice big nipples too. I wonder how big they get when you suck on them. Let's find out, baby. Start sucking."
"Me?" Jessie squeaked.
"Yeah, you, you stupid fucking twat! Suck those nipples!"
Jessie's eyes got round and she reluctantly to see her sister's big tits standing out taut as Jones kept her head back. She was sort of glad he did that so she didn't have to look Caitlin in the eye. She bent and hesitantly took Caitlin's left nipple into her mouth, sucking gently.
"Suck harder, slut. I want to see suction here," he sniggered. "I want teeth marks on that melon meat."
Jessie sucked harder, then cupped Caitlin's big tit as Jones watched. She squeezed and fondled both her sister's titties at his insistence and moved her tongue all over Caitlin's meaty boobs. She tongued one nipple, then the other, sucking hard until both were erect.
"Now they look much nicer," Jones snickered. "I think I'm gonna fuck her now. Why don't you warm her up for me, fuck-pad? Suck her cunt out."
"I… I don't know how," Jessie whimpered. Jones reached over and grabbed her hair hard. She yelped and cried in pain as he forced her downward onto her knees and jammed her face into Caitlin's crotch.
"Push your tongue into that cunt meat, you stinking whore or I'll jam your whole fucking head up her ass." He let go of Caitlin's hair and the frightened woman's head leapt forward as she gasped in relief. She stared down at Jessie between her legs in appalled shock.