Her tits were hammering with her forbidden desires. They were like balloons overfilled with air. They threatened to pop at any instant. And then he ripped the adhesive tape off her nipples.
The arrow of pain shot deep into her chest. The waves of pain from her tortured tits and her aching shoulders pressed downward in a dull tide. It threatened to swamp her young body. But the pleasure building in her cunt was more than enough to offset it.
Somehow, the man fucking her had achieved just, the right balance of torment. The dull aching pain was erased by the wellings of joy from her well-fucked pussy. She didn't understand it. It only made her more confused than she had been.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Why? Goldilocks, you've got the most fuckable little manhole I ever found. You're hangin' on tight all around my pussy pleaser. I like that. I like that a bunch. And now I'm gonna bang the hell out of you. You're gonna know that cunt of yours has been fucked by a real man!"
He kept his promise. He started her swinging in a long arc. Each time their crotches met, it was like a car slamming into a wall. He penetrated her cunt deeper and deeper as the force of their fucking increased.
She took the full pressure on her arms. They were aching horribly, but she couldn't think of anything but her pussy. It was burning – burning with desire!
She hated herself for it. But her body was telling her to enjoy, to enjoy this rape!
She abandoned herself totally to him. She pulled him closer with her strong legs. She locked her ankles behind his waist to keep him from backing away.
If she was going to be raped, then by damn she was going to enjoy it the best she could!
"Go on, you son of a bitch, fuck me good! Fuck me damn good!"
"The little vixen's got fire. I like a feisty bitch. I'm gonna give you the best ever out of my old prod!"
The girl didn't know if this was the bed he could offer in the way of fucking. She no longer cared. Her body was assaulted on all sides by pain and delight. The waves of sensation were threatening to drown her. She merely accepted them as they came, enjoyed if she could, winced when she couldn't.
But the important thing was driving that spike of prick all the way up to her chin. She wanted to make him split her apart all the way along her trim, young body.
"Damn, s-she's really getting it on!" the man gasped. Sweat was running down his broad chest. His hands were growing slippery on her butt. He could barely keep her swinging on and off his prick.
The warm sheath of her cunt surrounded his prick. He pulled her onto him fully, hesitated long enough to revel in the untouched wonders of her virgin pussy, then let her swing away from him.
Her legs kept her from going too far.
Then his hands would grip her asscheeks again and pull her crotch in to his.
It was a perfect situation.
For him. Because he didn't care if she was tied up. He didn't care that she was in pain from being wrapped around a wooden bar. All that counted was his pleasure.
He was king. And he was showing her how virile he was. Let all those high-school studs talk. They could never match his cock! He riot only was long, he knew bow to use it!
He drove powerfully in. He parted her pinkly scalloped inner pussy-lips and surged hard up her cunt. He felt the friction burning away the lubrication leaking from her quim.
He felt the heat burning back along his cock. He tried to hold down the fiery tide for a few more seconds. He swung the girl faster. She was racing along his cock now. The hot blast of his jism refused to wait any longer.
He exploded into her cunt.
Shouting out his intense feelings, he continued wildly fucking the girl until his cock was depleted.
She hung limp and tired from the wooden bar when he was done with her. A strand of her blonde hair had strayed into her eyes. He tenderly moved it away to give her a clear vision.
"See, Goldilocks, it wasn't that bad, was it? And I gotta tell you, that's one hell of a hot little cunt you've got. Hangs on to a man like flypaper. But soft, squishy flypaper."
"Why are you doing this to us?" asked Melinda. Her crotch was still on fire. It was as if the man had dipped his prick in and before balling her. Everywhere he'd touched burned like hellfire.
"Don't you know? We don't like people squealing on us. This is just to show you and that loudmouth brother of yours we mean business."
"And?" the girl added.
"And we're getting our rocks off, that's what else. You're sexy and you were a virgin. I like that."
She shuddered. Melinda knew he was intent on humiliation. He wanted her to feel dirty about what was done to her. The forced incest, this rape, all was planned by Sid to make her feel like a slut.
Melinda silently vowed she would take whatever they could dish out and not make a single sound of complaint. No matter what.
CHAPTER SIX
"Are you about done with your golden-haired little girl, Sid?" asked Ellen.
"For a moment. She sure took the lead out of my pencil. But it'll be back in a while," he boasted. "You and the kid gonna get it on?"
"I think that would be a great idea. And I liked the way she slipped back and forth on your cock. I liked that a lot. With a little different arranging, I think Ron here will be able to do the same."
"I refuse," Ron flatly said. "I won't go along with your schemes. This is… hey!"
"Yeah, over there, Sid. I'm getting tired of his mouth. If he says one more word, I'm going to stuff this in and then tape his mouth shut."
She held up a handball. The hard rubber ball would just barely fit into his mouth. Ron could envision himself strangling on it – and having both Sid and Ellen laugh while he was doing it.
He kept quiet while they strung him up.
Sid grabbed one wrist and yanked it painfully straight up his back. A swift circle of tape and he was bound to one of the free rings swinging from the ceiling. The coach ripped the tape binding his wrists together and hastily bound the wrist to the other ring.
Sid cranked the rings up off the floor level. The teenager felt his arms stretching. Soon, his toes barely touched the floor. Then he was swinging free, his entire weight supported by his wrists.
"Just tell me when you want him stopped," Sid called to Ellen.
She stood, one hand poised on a cocked hip, watching. The smile on her lips told the youth how excited she was, how interested in his plight she might be.
When his crotch was level with her lips, she said, "That's good enough. I think I've got me a side of beef hanging just about right." Then she added, "At least, I see some meat I'd just love to taste." She moved forward, her hands reaching out to grip his upper thighs. With a quick jerk, she parted his legs and burrowed her face into his groin.
He vowed to not respond to her, no matter what she did. It was an easier promise to make than to keep. Her lips kissing his cock did things to him he couldn't control. His prick was slowly inflating every lime she licked his balls. With her position on his body, he couldn't elude her questing mouth.
Trying to swing back and forth to escape her only added to his dilemma. Hot needles of pain shot down his arms and into his body. He had to moan in pain. It was easier to simply hang there and let her suck his prick.
It was also a lot more pleasant.
Her mouth gobbled up his cock. She sucked in his entire prick. She loved the limpness of it – because it was hardening into a fully usable fuck-stick inside her mouth. Sucking harder, she was drawing his very manhood from his body. No matter how he twitched and moved to avoid her, she was there.
The salty flavor of his cock made her heart race. She stroked over his hairy legs, gripped wildly at his ass. As her finger vanished up his asshole, she looped her tongue around his prick enough to get it fully erect.