'Please,' Lyn whimpered, 'I won't ten Daddy, I swear I won't.'
'Shut up,' Willie snared, m a way that scared her. She started to cry then, but the evil pair ignored her. Joyce wrapped the stocking around her wrists and tied it so tightly that Lyn couldn't move her hands at an. Stepping back from her, Willie undid the belt of her dress, then ripped it open entirely.
'Tear this rag off of her,' he told Joyce as he closed his rough hands over Lyn's tits, which were encased in a lacy half-bra. Harshly, he squeezed the terrified id's tits as Joyce yanked and pulled at the remnants of her dress, untie her underwear, shoes and socks were an that Lyn had on.
'Nnnnooooo!' she moaned as she felt Joyce unhooking the straps of bet bra. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. Her stepmother's brother couldn't be about to rape her in her own bedroom. Lyn blinked her eyes. Willie didn't go away.
He lifted his hands away from her tits and pulled he bra off them, then closed his fingers over the big jugs again. 'Go ahead,' he told Joyce, 'get her stripped.'
'Willie?' Joyce whispered.
'Don't worry,' he assured her, 'I know what fucking I am doing.' Joyce dropped to her knees behind Lyn and shoved the girl's panties down her legs, lifting each foot in turn to take the panties off. She slipped Lyn's feet out of her moccasins and stripped her socks off, leaving Lyn completely naked.
Tears veers falling down the girl's face as Willie stared at her, an evil leer on his face. 'You're choice ass, Lyn,' he told her. 'Yes, indeed, you're going to be one luck I'm going to remember for a long time.'
'Don't, please don t!' Lyn sobbed. 'I never have. Never!'
'Yeah?' Willie asked, his eyebrows going up.
'That's right? I haven't busted a cherry in years. I know I'm going to remember you, baby.' He reached up and squeezed one of her tits harshly as he slid his other hand between her thighs and commenced to probe her pussy.
'Willie?' Joyce questioned again.
'will you be cool,' he snarled at his sister.
If the truth were known, Joyce wasn't very bright. But she was sleeked like a brick-shithouse, so she didn't need much in the way of brains.
Busty, beautiful blondes could always get by.
Particuliarfiy if they were only nineteen, which is what Joyce was. That was another reason Lyn hated her she wasn't anything more than a teenager herself.
'I just don't want you to get locked up again,'
Joyce said fearfully.
'I ain't gonna get locked up,' Willie assured her.
'I'm going to keep the brat from blowing your trip here, that's what I'm going to fucking do His fingers pressed and probed in Lyn's cunt, rubbing the dry flesh, pushing into her virginal twat. He was still squeezing and mauling her tit and she was dancing on tiptoes to avoid the anger he was forcing into the tightness of her dry cunt.
'What're you going to do, Willie?' Joyce asked.
She was still on her knees beside them.
'I'm gonna give the kid such a story to tell that her old man'll be sure she's lying when he hears it.
Particufiady when you tell him another story first.'
The greasy-haired man looked at Lyn and sneered. 'Stuck-up bitch. Swishing around like Joyce and I ain't fit to be on the same fucking planet as you. I'm Gonna teach you a thing or two, bitch. And I'm Gonna make sure you can't do anything to queer my sister's deal here.' He leaned forward and fastened his mouth on one of her plump tits, biting cruelly at the nipple.
'Nnnnmmgggghhhhh!' Lyn moaned. She could scream at the top of her lungs, she knew, without it doing any good. There was a house nearby, but three was no one living in it. The closest neighbors were a quarter of a mile away, and their house was as massive as the Holmes. With both houses shut up during the rain, no one would hear her if she screamed.
'Willie?' Joyce said plaintively.
'Now what the fuck do you want?' he snarled.
'Can… can I play with her, too?' Joyce begged, stroking the younger kid's trim haunches in a way that made Lyn shudder. She had heard of dykes, of lesbians, of bisexuals, but she had never, as far as she knew, met any. Now it appeared that she was in the hands of such a person.
The hoodlum smiled at his sister. 'Sure, go ahead,' he said. 'But let's get her on the bed first.
Then you can get her cunt wet enough for me to fuck her.'
'What're you going to do while I do that?'
Joyce asked. Lyn shuddered as she heard the safiacious curiosity in the older id's voice. Joyce on was just as penetrated as her brother, Lyn decided. on 'I'm gonna get my cock sucked,' Willie replied.
'Little Miss Snot-nose here is Gonna suck my cock.'
'I am not!' Lyn declared emphatically:
'No?' Willie asked, twisting her tit harshly.
'That's what you think. But you just watch.
You're Gonna blow me, baby.'
They forced her backward until she was against the bed, then manhandled her into it. Joyce sat between her tits and stroked Lyn's pussy as Willie retained to the hall. When he came back, he was tearing her dress apart even more.
'This is a new dress,' he told Joyce. 'You go out and buy another before her old man talks to her-if he talks to her. The story we tell him, he may just belt her around and not even listen.'
'What are you going to ten him?' Lyn demanded apprehendvely.
'Don't you worry about that,' Willie told her coldly.
He caught one of her ankles and bent her leg back over her torso, then tied a long section of her dress around the ankle. A moment later and the other end of the strip of fabric was tied to the headboard of the bed. Swiftly, Willie repeated the operation with the teenager's other leg, leaving her completely helpless.
Not only was she unable to move, she was positioned in the most obscene manner she could imagine. Her pussy was spread to the utmost, her tits were available if they wanted to play with them even her asshole was exposed to their sights Joyce squatted below her and scratched at Lyn's tender inner thighs. 'If you've got any sense,' she warned the young girl, you'll do like Willie tells you to. Otherwise she giggled, 'he'll hurt you.
Willie knows a lot about hurting people. He can make you scream and scream and there won't be anything to show that he even touched you in ten or fifteen minutes after-he's finished.' Again Joyce giggled. '1 hope you're dumb,' she told the helpless girl. 'I'd love to see Willie work on you.
He can make you hurt so much you start liking it.'
Lyn shuddered at the words. She had no choice but to obey she was helpless, she knew that. She would have to endure whatever indigmties they performed in her, then hope that her father would believe her story in opposition to whatever lie they told him. waive retained to the bed carrying a thick belt.
'You Gonna do what we tell you,' he snarled, 'or do you want me to beat your ass?' He flicked the belt casualty, but the tip snapped directly against her ass hole.
'Hhhhhhiiiieeee!!' Lyn screamed as the most incredible pain she'd ever felt coursed through her. 'I'll do it! I'll do what you want!' she cried. She couldn't stand it if he hit her again.
With a grin, Willie climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over her. His slippery cock waved in the air just above her tear-streaked face.
'Lick it, bitch,' he ordered, catching her head and lifting it. The stream on her neck bothered her, even after he stuffed a pillow under it. 'Lick my cock, I said,' he snarled.
With a grimac, Lyn extended her tongue and slid it along the underside-of his cock. If that was all he wanted, it wouldn't be so bad. She didn't like licking his cock, but she didn't hate it.
It was something she could do, though, something that she could endure.
He shifted, moving a little higher in the bed.
'Lick it good,' he ordered. 'Lick it all, even my balls.'
Lyn gulped but started to comply. Her dainty tongue slithered along the underside of his cock, swept over his
