again. She was sobbing, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

'Beg for my dick, bitch!'

He lashed the belt across her face, her lips, the tops of her jiggling tits. Rhoda struggled, curling her fingers around the rope with difficulty and half climbing up, only to fall back down again. Rhoda felt her fingers growing numb. She screamed down at him, dragging out foul words she couldn't remember having used for years. The power of her tortured cries bounced off the walls, mixing with those of her violated daughter.

Jack kept beating at her, grabbing more of her cunt and snatching the wiry hairs. Jack growled, his obscene words lost in the horrible rage of his sexual fury.

No, no, she couldn't go on this way. It had to stop. Her pride had to give way to him.

'Please, stop it. I want to eat your shit. I want to… to suck your cock. Please…'

Immediately, the beating ceased. Rhoda sagged in the ropes, her toes barely touching the floor. The blood still oozed from the wound he'd given her with the belt.

'Say it again,' Jack said, his voice trembling with victory.

'I… I'll do anything you want. I'll eat your shit. I'll…' She couldn't go on any further. She knew he'd won, knew she was beaten. They'd had their fun. They'd brought her to her knees. Now they could let them go.

'I oughtta make you do it. But…' Jack smiled, dropping the belt. 'Hey, Brad, come on. Let's let these cunts go. I think we're both gonna be workin' in the hospital, maybe even get a raise, right, baby?'

He reached up and grabbed Rhoda's hair, yanking down hard. Rhoda let out a grunting yes, her eyelids fluttering with the pain in her scalp.

'Yeah, guess you're right,' the brother said, pulling four fingers from the teen's shitter with a squishy pop.

'Mom, oh, Mom…' Marcie moaned as Brad lowered her to the floor. She collapsed in a heap, panting, feeling as if the world had crashed down on her. Marcie couldn't have moved by herself now if they'd set fire to the cabin.

'It's all right, honey, it's all right now,' Rhoda said, having the ropes taken off her wrists and running over to her daughter.

Rhoda gathered Marcie into her arms, resting her head against her breast and closing her eyes. She'd been beaten into the dirt, forced to see a side of herself she knew nothing of before. And Marcie… well, she was certain her daughter had seen something terribly ugly as well.

'Ain't that touching. Come on, we're gonna take you back now.'

Rhoda couldn't believe it was all over. Just a few hours. It had lasted only a few hours. And, yet, how changed their lives were! Never, never again would they be the same. They would have a bitter harvest from a bitter planting.

Time – wonderful time – might heal the wounds. But Jack and Brad were right. They would never, never, forget what had taken place that night in the cabin. It was indeed a painful lesson learned about her pride, a pride that was forever broken.

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