long braid uncoiled like a striking snake.
With a hiss and a pop, Silas sent the next button flying and left in its place a tattered slit of cloth.
The lash bit deep this time. Roxanne felt a sharp pain like the sting of a wasp between her jutting tits. She winced and bit down harder on her lip, determined not to scream, unwilling to give her sadistic tormentor that satisfaction.
Wes spread Babs' legs wide until one foot dangled off each side. The chain around her ankle clanked, a sound Roxanne found more ominous than the hiss of the whip. She cringed and clamped her eyes shut.
Silas hauled the whip back and lashed out again, underhand, then overhand. The two sharp pops came so fast that one seemed to be the echo of the first. But Roxanne felt a stab of sharp pain with each.
All the buttons had been torn off her blouse. It hung open, gaping like her jaw, stirred by her anguished writhing. But still, she fought the swelling urge to scream.
Babs cringed, waiting, not wanting to look back. Wes climbed up at the foot of the bed. She heard the lacework of thongs creak under his weight and felt the bed sag as he inched forward to the bronzed V of her crotch.
He bent down and jammed his stiff cock into her silken-haired split, lifting to drag it across he buried mouth of her cunt and collect her gleaming fuck oils. 'Huunnngh!' she cried, shivering with fear.
The hiss and crack of that long black whip added a horrible new dimension to her anguish. Dust flew off each time it snapped and seeped to hang suspended, waiting only to be scattered when the gleaming coil lashed out again.
Silas worked with grim precision, splitting the front of Roxanne's hiking shorts a little more with each stroke. She pulled against the thong binding her wrists, so weak in the knees that she'd have fallen if not bound so securely.
She wrenched her hips one way, then the other, each time she felt the sting of the lash. Silas liked that, and so he aimed to sting a little more each time. 'Aaaaggghhh!' she finally cried. 'Hhhheeeee!'
'That's good. Show me how you're gonna toss your hips when I have my cock in you!' He cracked the whip again, ripping the front of her sleek panties and stinging the soft gash of her cunt. She let out a blood-curdling scream.
Babs shrilled a sound that might have been its echo. Wes jammed his thick cockhead into her ass and began pressing down. She jerked and twitched, gasping and gritting her teeth, certain her ass would be ripped wide open by the strain.
'Huuunngh! It hurts! Ooooh, God! Your cock is too big for my ass!'
'You're gonna love it – and so will I. Your ass is tighter and hotter than cherry pussy!'
'Fucker!' Babs moaned. 'Dirty ass-fucker!'
'I was gonna fuck her cunt,' Silas said with a snarl. 'I'd liked to see sweet red cherry juice dripping off my prick when I got through. But I got tricked outta that by my ass-fucking brother so you're gonna be the next best thing!'
He hurled the lash underhand again, snaking it up to rip the last wisp of cloth keeping Roxanne's panties in place. They split and sagged down, leaving her cunt naked, its black and silver hair beaded with the cold sweat of fear.
'I'm gonna whip your pussy good! Whip it until it's tender and twitching with hurt like cherry cunt!'
The whip snapped, and Roxanne let out another piercing cry of pain. One lip of her cunt felt like it had been licked by a tongue of flame. The whip cracked again, and she felt an identical horror on the other side. She jerked back, slamming her ass against the big round timber.
'Huuunnngh! No more! Please! Fuck me if you want. Do anything. But don't whip my cunt. Oooooh, God!'
'Way it makes you move, I think right now I'd rather whip it than fuck it!' He'd never seen a woman make such frenzied moves. When she paused and hung limp, gasping for breath, he grinned and cracked the whip again – lashing it right into the middle of her juicy raw pussy. He saw gleaming drops of fuck honey fly like scattered pearls when the tip of the braid dug in.
'Hhhheeeeyyyyoooowwww!' Roxanne felt her mind blur. The black tongue of the lash licked her clit, a bulging nub full of highly sensitive nerves. It triggered an instant and explosive orgasm of pain.
Babs felt almost exactly the same sensation – as though a red-hot poker had been rammed up her ass. His prick started shivering tremors in the dark, tightly clenched tube of her ass – spasms so horribly and exquisitely painful that an orgasm of torment began in her slitter.
Bath women wailed, long, shrill cries certain to be heard far beyond the dome of their hidden dungeon.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shelly Marshal looked up and glanced around, at first more curious than alarmed. 'Mom?' she called, seeking reassurance. A moment before, she'd seen Roxanne standing atop the grassy knoll. Now she was nowhere in sight.
'Mom?' she called again.
Still no reply. All Shelly heard was the soft moaning of the breeze in the dark forest ringing the meadow. The brisk, stirring wind fluttered her raven hair.
'Mother! Where are you?' Her voice had the sharp edge of fear. She wheeled around, scrunching her heels in the rough gravel, and then she ran to where her father was busy pitching camp.
'Daddy! Daddy! Mom's gone now, she's disappeared!'
'What?' Will Marshal drove in the last stake needed to keep up their little nylon tent. He cinched the line tight around the stake, then trotted to meet his daughter. With the wind rustling through the trees, he hadn't heard exactly what she said.
'What about your mother?'
'She's gone! Vanished!'
'Oooh, shit! I told each of you to keep the other in sight at all times!'
'I know…' Creases of anguish and apprehension lined the girl's pretty face. '…I just looked away for a second. I thought I saw a footprint. Wh-when I looked up a second later, she was gone!'
'It's my fault!' he fumed. 'I never should have let you go looking for Babs.' But they'd insisted, and he still wanted to hope that she'd just wandered off – that finding that ominous rifle was pure coincidence.
'Where was she when you last saw her?' Will asked.
'On that grassy knoll over there. She climbed on top to get a better look around.'
'And then?'
'Then nothing. She was gone.'
'You didn't see or hear anything?'
'Nothing! She's just gone!' Shelly sobbed bitter tears, her whole lithe body trembling.
'Hey, hey… it's all right. We'll find her.' Will hugged the girl to his chest, trying to calm her.
But he spoke with far more confidence than he felt. Babs might have just wandered off, but his wife never would.
'Hold me, Daddy. Hold me tight. I'm so scared!'
'Come on…' He stroked a hand through her silky, coal-black hair, amazed at how soft and sensuously appealing it felt beneath his fingers.
Shelly was usually quite reserved in her affections, at least since entering her teens. He had not held her like this since she was a little girl. Now the closeness of her, the soft warmth of her young body and the quaking spasms of motion that came with her sobs sparked a curious pulsing in his cock.
For Christ sake, cut it out! he said to himself. She's your own daughter, your own flesh and blood!
'Oooh, Daddy. You're so… strong. It feels so good when you hold me tight.' She pressed against him, almost flattening the cones of her tits on his chest.
That only made things worse for win Marshal. He felt his cock leap inside his pants and begin to swell. He knew the old saying a hard-on has no conscience, but never expected that to extend to his own daughter. He knew
