spraying onto her thighs, dribbling down and staining the coverlet. It was going to be soon, oh so soon, when she'd have relief from…
'Baby, uhhhhhahhhhhh!'
Brad threw himself over her, holding tightly onto her tits and belly as if he were afraid of crashing against the ceiling. He was shaking and jerking, his dick throbbing wildly in her asshole. She screamed, feeling a firestorm raging in her ass. He was cumming, shooting his jizz into her hole!
'Noooooo!' Rhoda answered with a wail.
She convulsed, her body swaying violently from side to side. At times she thought she was going to slide off the bed. Even the strong nylon bonds couldn't keep the two of them steady as their mutual cum exploded like a nuclear detonation. 'Ughhh!'
Her tits were mashed against his hands. Her forehead banged against the headboard. All Rhoda felt that moment was the cum-shooting pole in her ass and the earth-shaking power of her own climax.
'Move it, bitch! Move it!'
The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt seemed to amplify the spasming feelings in her ass. Rhoda's mind whirled around. Every motion of Brad's dick heightened the wrenching torture racking her cunt and shitter.
He started pulling back from her several minutes later.
'No!' Rhoda cried.
She wanted his cock to stay in her ass until the whole incredible process of her climax was finished. Rhoda heard him chuckling, then she felt his softening dick sliding back into her ass. He held her tightly, working his thighs back and forth, his balls rubbing against her ass while she finished with her orgasm.
Rhoda kept on weeping. For a while her orgasm had been interrupted, sending top many hot signals up her spine. The woman fought to keep his dick up her asshole. The feeling was so different, so very different from anything she'd ever felt before.
'Work it out, baby! Work it on out!' Brad whispered, biting her ear, loving it when she went crazy under his big body.
Rhoda felt her asshole still fluttering. She jerked and twisted, feeling the last of those wonderful asshole and cunt spasms pass through her body. Oh, she was so wet, so exhausted! It was as if every ounce of her strength had evaporated with her sweat and pussy juice. Her arms buckled slowly and she fell on the bed.
'Nice, real nice,' Brad said, reaching forward and untying the nylons that held her wrists bound to the headboard.
Rhoda was horrified. Oh, what had she done? She remembered vaguely how she had pranced her ass in the air for his dick, how she loved the way he pinched her nipples, touched her clit, stuck fingers up her pussy! She'd acted without morals, without a sense of shame, of guilt. If she could, she would have thrown herself out the window. Rut Brad was there, determined to have his way with her. And besides, there was Marcie!
'We gotta get goin', baby. I didn't wanna have to kill the mutt when he comes to, know what I mean?' Brad said.
Rhoda rubbed her sore tits. She rolled over on the bed and looked up. The big man. He was handsome in a brutal way. He had already slipped his cock back into his trousers.
'Come on, baby,' he said impatiently.
Rhoda forced herself up from the bed, feeling his cum still oozing from her shitter. Stumbling around in the bedroom, the woman felt such an empty feeling in both her asshole and cunt. She shook as if she were having a fit. This was only the start, the beginning of some horrible ordeal that both she and her daughter would have to endure. Glancing nervously at Brad as she dressed, Rhoda wondered if Marcie were faring any better than she was at this moment.
What was this? What awful thing had they constructed to torture her? The smell of freshly-cut yellow pine made her nostrils flare. Marcie was afraid to yell, afraid to call for help. She thought that the slightest sound would bring on untold harm to her.
Slowly she moved her arms up. She didn't have too much movement. The coffin was so dark, so terribly confining. When the kidnapper had dragged her to it and shoved her inside, the girl couldn't believe he was doing this. It was something straight out of the horror flicks.
She moaned softly, her eyes widening with terror. It was so dark.
Jack had shown her all sorts of devices he and his brother had obviously been making or gathering for some time. This had been a well-planned plot, something the two brothers had been working on for some time. It wouldn't be easy trying to talk either of them out of carrying out their revenge plot. After he'd raped her, Jack mentioned her mother's name, told Marcie that he'd be fucking her too. Oh God, would this never end?
'Enjoyin' yourself?'
Marcie was trapped in that confining space, standing straight with less than six inches of room on either side of her. The front of the wood case crushed her tits and the back of the coffin-like contraption pushed her ass. It was so confined. It was so warm.
'I can't hear you?'
His mocking voice wanted to make her cry. It had been ten, maybe fifteen minutes since he had shoved her inside his makeshift coffin. Marcie's scalp still crinkled with fear. It was like being buried alive! Fear gripped her. Was that part of their game? Were they going to plant her in the ground like a corpse? The thought made the teenager wail softly to herself.
'Yeah, I thought you'd dig it,' Jack said, chuckling softly.
A faint scraping sound brought her out of her daze. Something was touching the coffin, scraping over the wood.
'Wh-what are you going to do to me?' she asked in a nervous whisper.
No answer.
'What are you going to do?' she asked in a firmer voice.
Marcie curled her fingers, digging the nails against her bare thighs. She thought she was going to go mad, shriek like a crazy woman if she didn't hear some kind of response.
The response she got was something she hadn't bargained for. She was dimly aware of a trickle of air coming through needle-thin holes all around her. She could barely make out dots of light coming through them. Then, before she could figure out what possibly might be happening, something scraped the wood in front of her.
Marcie saw what appeared to be a long, narrow sharp object. It was a needle! When the sharp tip touched her throat, she coughed and gagged, drawing back as far as she could.
The needle stopped, then drew back. Marcie let out a long sigh.
'Don't. Oh God, don't hurt me like this!' she screamed.
Marcie threw her body from side to side, trying wildly to break open this box of torture. He was going to stab her to death with those awful things!
'Nooo!'
Another needle came through the lower section of holes, followed by a third, both aiming at her tits. Marcie shrieked, hearing the steady advance of the needles. Then there was the pin-prick feeling of those sharp instruments. In the moment, before the needles struck, the girl flattened her shoulders against the wood. Whimpering, Marcie tried drawing her hands protectively to her tits. But there was no room, no room to protect herself!
The terrified girl gasped as her nipples hardened against the cold sharpness of those tiny knives. Marcie sobbed and tried to sink to her knees. But her knees touched the case as she tried bending them, preventing her from sinking anywhere. Hopeless, helpless, the girl prayed.
'Ohhhh!'
The needles drew back, then advanced again, nearly puncturing her tits. She waited for him, to make a wrong move, to shove the needles in so hard that they pierced her flesh. Then maybe he could have a good time listening to her scream, watching her bleed to death!
'Wawwhhhh!'
The girl beat the sides of the case as the needles slowly advanced. They dug deeper into her now, their steady probing making her sweat run and her cuntal nerves tingle strangely. It was happening all over again. She was becoming aroused to the pain, responding to the agony brought on by those sharp instruments.
