A lump suddenly formed in Penny's throat as she locked eyes with her younger sister, and she realized that the other girl had not managed to escape unscathed herself. Melanie's clothing was badly rumpled, and two of the buttons had somehow been ripped from her sheer blouse, letting the garment gap open to reveal substantial cleavage. That gap in Melanie's blouse also clearly revealed that the girl was now braless, while Penny knew for a fact that her sister had been wearing a bra when she first came downstairs to greet the new arrivals.
New tears welled up within Penny's burning eyes now, and she hurried on downstairs, crossing the living room swiftly to enfold Melanie in a comforting embrace, caressing her heaving back soothingly as the younger girl wept bitterly against her shoulder.
"It's all right Mel," she cooed softly, almost whispering. "Everything's going to be fine, just fine."
"Sure it is," Bart Masters said from the foot of the staircase, a faintly mocking tone in his strong voice. "Everything is going to be just hunky-dory… so long as you both do exactly what you're told to do!"
Penny read and understood the threat in the man's tone and words, nodding grimly to demonstrate that she knew what he meant and was willing to go along with his wishes in order to save herself and her sister from bodily harm at their hands. Masters noted her assenting reaction and seemed satisfied for the moment, smiling broadly at his two male companions to indicate that he had the situation well in hand.
Tom Watson's sluggish voice broke the brief quiet mood, grating across Penny Tucker's nerves like long fingernails being drawn harshly across a chalkboard. She felt that she knew what was coming, what must be on the leering gunman's mind, before he had finished even half of the sentence.
"I'm starting to feel a little left out," the shotgunner said, his slow voice a throaty whine. "I mean, you guys have already had your fun, and all I've been doin' is sittin' in here on the freakin' couch and starin' out of the window."
The leader of the violent little trio, Bart Masters, uttered a short, barking laugh as he listened to his friend's complaint. As Penny Tucker turned to face him more directly, she found Masters already nodding understandingly, tilting his head thoughtfully toward Watson as he prepared to answer.
"Relax, Tom," he drawled evenly. "I think there's plenty of pussy to go around here, from what I've seen. In fact I was just giving some thought to us settling down and having a little party to help pass the time."
Melanie stopped her relentless sobbing against Penny's shoulder as she heard and seemed to understand those words, and she raised her head to look about anxiously, stepping back a pace away from the comforting circle of her older sister's arms.
"Wha… what… what are you going to… to do to us?" she asked, stammering as fear made her slightly tongue-tied.
Masters laughed out loud once more, sharing his evil mirth with Williams and Watson.
"You can relax, sweet thing," he said with deceptive ease and gentility. "You're not going to get handed anything too big for you to handle."
All three men burst into uproarious laughter at Masters' lewd jest, and as if by virtue of some unspoken signal they were suddenly moving with single-minded force toward the two girls, converging from three sides in a practiced pincers movement. Penny and Melanie were trapped in the midst of that impromptu ring, cringing closer together for protection and comfort beneath the hostile eyes of the three lecherous strangers.
"C'mon, now, relax," Bart Masters advised, his voice still soft and gentle as he stretched out one hand to lightly stroke Melanie Tucker's pale cheek. The girl sought almost unconsciously to back away from him in abject terror, but she succeeded only in bumping directly into the looming figure of Tom Watson.
Watson chuckled dryly as he brought his great bear-like arms around to enfold the trembling body of the young captive girl, tugging her ripe and sensuous buttocks back tightly against his own throbbing loins. She let out a little gasp of surprise and fear, wiggling frantically to escape from his clutches.
Her efforts were all in vain, it seemed, for now Bart Masters was moving swiftly forward to assist his comrade in holding the young girl immobile. Penny moved forward to help her younger sister, but Jed Wilson abruptly pinned her slender arms in his powerful hands, holding her firmly rooted to the spot where she stood. Her efforts to break free from that steely grip were of no more effect than Melanie's futile struggles against the two men who held her fast.
Penny Tucker could do nothing but watch helplessly, bitter tears staining her pale cheeks, while Bart Masters and Tom Watson proceeded to work their evil will upon the young, trembling body of her captive sister.
Melanie was sobbing raggedly as the men chuckled over her, each of them in turn commenting with lewd fascination about some aspect of her ripe young woman's body which he found particularly arousing.
Watson held Melanie's arms tight against her trembling sides as Bart Masters busied himself with the remaining buttons which held Melanie's wrinkled blouse in place over the proudly thrusting orbs of her breasts. In the twinkling of an eye he had opened the rest of those insubstantial fastenings, and was peeling the flimsy material of the blouse back and away from the thrusting cones of the young girl's tremulous tits.
Melanie was weeping more violently now, the heaving of her chest putting her breasts in jiggling motion, her cherry little nipples wobbling incitefully before Bart Masters' eyes. Tom Watson sucked in his breath sharply as he peered over Melanie's shoulder, feasting his eyes on the spectacle of her naked young tits. Tremendously excited now, Watson tugged her back even tighter against his loins, grinding the budding shaft of his pulsating erection into the cleft of her tight, plump little buttocks.
Bart Masters stared at Melanie's full breasts for a long moment, then let his eager hands follow the path of his eyes. His fingertips traced teasing, tickling little patterns across the outer swell of her tits, tracking slowly and inexorably toward the crinkled little cherry summits of her nipples. Those tiny passion buds were already stiffening and lengthening into excited erection beneath his touch, standing out from the surrounding pink areola like twin bullets.
Melanie Tucker clenched her pearly teeth tightly together, determined in her mind that she would not allow this evil man to arouse her with his touch the way his companion had been able to do somehow in the kitchen moments earlier. She was dismayed, therefore, when she felt her nipples and the jangling nerve endings in her quivering, excited breasts responding instinctively and involuntarily to his hateful and lewd caresses.
Suddenly Masters' fingers were at the tingling nubs of the girl's burning little nipples, tweaking and pulling at the tingling erectile flesh until she squirmed and writhed where she stood, panting and sweating under that manual stimulation of her mammary flesh. Melanie's breath was coming in harsh, grating little pants now, and in spite of her efforts to block out all of her surroundings from her reeling mind, she was acutely aware both of the first man's hands on her tits and of the long penis chafing into the cleft of her ass at the very same time.
Bart Masters was rapidly becoming more and more excited by the sight and touch of the young girl's naked ivory flesh. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he seized the shoulders of her thin blouse in his big, muscular hands, and ripped it completely away from her body, leaving her naked to the waist where she stood in Tom Watson's grasp, her full breasts jiggling from the violence of her sudden disrobing.