'And there's still more where that came from!' Wes gave a long sigh and told his brother. 'This just ain't working out right.' He watched Shelly's gyrating hips wring the last hot drops of jism from her dad's cock.
Silas grunted in agreement. His gaze was on the lush-bodied bitch with the silver-streaked hair. Melissa had her moaning and thrashing as much as the torment of bondage would allow.
Babs lay between them, gasping and shivering in the afterglow of an eerie climax that came from having two different fingers reaming her cunt at the same time. It felt like they were still inside her, one hooking left, the other hooking right, teasing and straining the walls of her cunt.
'Everybody's got something but us,' Wes said. 'And balling his own daughter ain't punishing that bastard who tried to shoot me one bit!'
'It sure ain't. If he enjoyed it any more, he'd die of delight… Let's cut that curvy wife of his loose and drag her over here.'
Silas said. 'Yeah! But we said we wouldn't do that as long as he could keep fucking…'
'So we lied, you think he's going to care?'
'Shit, no!'
'What about me?' Babs asked. Wes shrugged. 'You can go help your girlfriend with her old man.'
'And Melissa?' she asked suspiciously.
'She can make it a trio,' Silas said. 'Let that trigger-happy bastard try to handle three hot pussies at once.'
'Uuuunnngh,' Babs groaned. Being so casually pushed aside hurt worse than the cold band of metal and heavy links of chain locked around her ankle.
'Get your ass up before I decide to whip it good!' Silas told her.
'Yes… yes!' Babs leaped up and scurried to the middle of the room, lurching because of the weight of her chain.
Melissa turned and glared, fearful of being deprived again. 'What the hell do you want?'
Babs said matter-of-factly. 'What I want doesn't mean shit. What you want doesn't either. Wes and Silas want her.' She nodded her blonde head toward Roxanne, who was still in a dreamy state from having her cunt licked so expertly.
'Those bastards!' Melissa growled. But then she saw Silas coming toward them from the rough plank counter by the stove. He had a long, gleaming sharp knife in his hand.
Melissa was slow getting up off her knees, so Silas grabbed a shock of her dark, silky brown hair and lifted her until she could barely reach the floor with the tips of her toes. She winced, shrieking from the pain. Silas grinned and slowly lifted the glinting, razor-sharp blade above her head. 'You want I should show you how I use this knife to skin a bear?'
'No! Oh, God… no! Don't cut my long hair!'
Silas laughed and let her drop. 'Get your ass outta the way, or I just might cut worse 'n that!'
Babs and Melissa tangled their chains and both almost tripped in their rush to get out of the way. Roxanne gulped, bound so tightly that she could not move, stricken with fear so paralyzing that she could not breathe.
'Your fucking husband damn near killed me,' Silas said. His eyes flashed a look as cold and sharp as the blade of the knife he now raised toward her face.
'I-I know. I'm sorry…'
He answered with a wicked laugh of contempt. 'Like shit! You told him, shoot the sonuvabitch! If you're sorry, it's only 'cause he missed.' Silas kept weaving the sharp-pointed blade before her eyes in a slow, sweeping figure eight.
'I only said that because I was afraid.'
'You had some reason to be then… you've got even more now.' Silas moved the blade closer to her face – so close that Roxanne could not focus sharply on the tip. 'Begging some bastard to shoot me is not way to start a friendly relationship.'
'I'm sorry!' she blurted again, half-dizzy from watching the blur of the knife blade pass beneath her nose.
Wes just sat on the edge of the bed and watched, content for now to let Silas have his revenge. By creating sheer terror in the woman's mind, fucking would come as a great relief.
'I been thinking I might skin that silver-black pussy of yours and use the hide to make me a pair of ear muffs for when the weather gets cold. Ain't nothin' better for keepin' a man warm than pussy fur.'
'Yuuuugggghhhh,' she moaned. Silas dropped the blade slowly out of sight. Roxanne sucked in a frightened gasp and stood frozen, numb with fear.
He laid the flat of the blade on her belly mound and cautioned her quickly, 'Don't start jerking sound… I might cut something I didn't mean to.'
Roxanne tried desperately to remain still, but she could not control her convulsive shivers. She could feel the cold blade sliding down toward her dense silver-streaked spread of cunt hair.
'Don't move,' he warned again, edging around behind her, keeping the cold flat side of the blade pressed against her quaking pussy dome.
Roxanne tensed, so stiff with fear she was afraid to scream. Silas jerked the knife suddenly. She felt it slide across her pussy mound. 'Dear God…' she murmured softly. But Silas had a deft hand with a knife. He drew it back with a flash and cut nothing but the thong bonding her wrists.
'Aaaagggghhh!' she cried. The sudden release sent her pitching forward. If Wes hadn't leaped up to catch her, she would have sprawled on her face.
'This way,' he said. Wes slid his hands beneath her arms and around in front to grasp her heaving tits.
'Don't let him cut me!' she gasped.
'I won't. If you fuck me good, I won't even let him touch you.'
'You wait one Goddamn minute!' Silas roared in the heat of rage. He was not about to let his brother get the best of him again. But then his whole craggy, beard-shrouded face split with a grin. 'Maybe I don't even want to touch her. Why should I fuck one old cunt when I can have two young ones?'
Roxanne's mind was still too crazed with fear to know or care what Silas said. Wes led her to the bed, seated her gently and eased her down on her back. She reached up, stretching to relieve the strain of being bound with her wrists behind her.
Wes straddled her, beaming down on her lush and trembling big tits. He wet his lips with his tongue and leaned closer. Roxanne drew in a long, expectant breath. 'He wouldn't really cut me with that knife,' she said in a weak, half-questioning voice. 'He was kidding about skinning a bear…'
'You got lucky,' Wes told her. 'The bear didn't. What do you think that is you're lying on?'
'What?' Roxanne jerked comfortably, trying to sit up. The rough bed was covered by a spread of thick black scratchy hair. Suddenly the coarseness of it made her skin crawl.
'That's a bear skin,' Wes explained. 'Silas even tanned it with the claws on.' He reached down over the sides of the bed and dragged up two slender black-haired projections like arms. He dangled them over her face, letting her gaze in horror at the two sets of dark, curved, brutally sharp claws.
'Uuunnngggh!' she moaned. She could almost see the huge beast alive and swiping at her face with its great paws.
'Must be hell on the she-bear when a big one like this was wants to fuck.' Wes lowered the dangling, hooked claws and dragged them lightly across Roxanne's tits.
'Hhhhaaaaaaahhhh!' It didn't really hurt. Wes applied almost no pressure at all, but the image in her mind became sheer terror.
Roxanne winced, and squirmed, rumpling her face in a knot of fearful disgust. Wes kept grinning and dragged the claws down across her belly to the richly furred mound of her pussy. 'Hhhooooo,' she moaned.
One hooked claw slid right across the nub of her clit. She was swollen with fear and tender from the whipping she'd received, and her glossy little clit shot a bolt of panic up her back.
'Be glad you only got me to deal with,' Wes told her. 'Imagine what a horny bear would do to a rich, ripe pussy like yours.'
Roxanne shook her head violently. She didn't even want to think about it. 'Hold me,' she whined like a frightened child. 'Fuck me!'
Wes let the claws drop and pitched forward, opening his mouth to suck on one of the great tits he'd been
