Ed carried her across the slick floor, slipping at times, muttering curses. Christine hung draped over one shoulder like a lifeless corpse, feeling sensation gradually restored to her as his fingers tightened around her naked thighs. Brad was coiling up the hose as he eyed Ed hauling the woman over to an old rotting mattress half propped up against the water heater.
Throwing her to the floor, Ed slid on top of her, his legs pinning her to the ground. It was uncomfortable, painful. Her head banged against the concrete several times while her thigh muscles cramped. At times Ed kicked her shins with his booted feet while his fingers pinched her tits cruelly. But Christine just didn't care! She was hot, her body having been violated in so many ways. The belt, the assfucking, the firecrackers, and finally that awful watering down. She was rutting, rutting hard, wanting only to be fucked.
'Ohhhhh…' she moaned.
'Go for it, Mama!' Ed urged.
She felt his fingers snaking through her cuntal thicket, the callused fingers tugging at her pussylips, the touch a hell and a heaven for her. And then Ed was reaching down, opening his fly, pulling out his prick. The touch of that thing, the feel of his cock's hardness and heat made Christine curl her spine and threw back her head. She was babbling nonsense, jerking her knees up, rubbing the backs of her feet against his lower back as she opened her legs for the young stud.
'Fuck me, fuck me!' she begged.
'Man, she's so hot for it she's practically cryin'. Go on, stick it in the bitch!' Brad said.
'Take it, slut!' Ed roared.
Christine felt his fat hot cockhead centering aver her fuck slit. His knees pressed against the sides of her thighs, spreading her wide open. In a moment the woman found Ed's prickhead, squeezing into her cunthole. She sobbed, her eyes widening; her fingers curling and the nails cutting into the back of his neck. It was as if someone had pricked her cunt with thousands of needles. The touch of his prick burrowing through her swollen cuntmeat was almost like the fiery explosion of those horrible firecrackers. Frantic with lust, Christine tensed her asscheeks, prancing them on the filthy, oily rags while kicking both legs high in the air. The muscles in her belly cramped while inch after inch of cock fucked into her hungry, hot pussy.
'Fuck… fuck me… oh dear God, fuck me… fuck me goooooooood!' she moaned.
Strings of drool oozed from the corners of her lips while her nostrils flared with lewd excitement. Ed began fucking fast and hard into her, at times fucking his cock in deep, at other times barely moving it, rocking his hips from left to right so the woman could feel his prick stirring her insides. It was mind-boggling. Christine held onto him, forgetting how he had laughed at her, how he and his brother had injured her. Now the only thing she thought of was that wonderful cock fucking into her.
Ed dropped his head, kissing her wildly, raising' his hands and tugging at her long blonde hair while driving his tongue deep into her throat. The woman whimpered passionately into Ed's opened mouth. How his tongue flicked almost like his prick was fucking her cunt. She was thrashing madly on the rags now, forgetting about the bruises on her body, about the burns on her thighs. The only thing Christine could think of was the fiery itch, her cunt turning more and more desperate with each passing second.
'Cummmminnnnngggggg!' she screamed. This had happened so quickly, so violently.
Ed was squeezing her, fucking her cunt mercilessly with his prick. And she was cumming. It was good, so very very good. Christine knew she would never be the same. Thrilling jolts of lust exploded star-like in her cunt, shattering her pussy, her brain. Another spasm rocked her body, then another. Ed was away from her mouth now, sucking first one nipple, then the other, pinching her flesh, fucking his prick into her. He let out a yelp and slammed his hips against hers in a bone-crushing blow. Cumming! Yes, he was fire hosing his jizz into her. Again and again Christine felt the blobs of white-hot cum splashing against her cuntal walls.
'Ooohoohohohhh!' she yelled.
The violent animal-fucking movements of the youngest Rudd brother continued for the next few seconds, each one more violent than the former. Christine held on, kicking and scratching and biting as the power of her own climax continued, taking her breath away. Oh, it was so good, so shamefully good! Christine found herself wishing it would never, never end!
CHAPTER NINE
It was over! Christine lay on the pile of rags, cum oozing from her cuntal slit. Stretching one hand over the woman drew one of those pieces of cloth over her cunt, feeling the material barely touching her cuntal hairs. Shifting her position slightly Christine drew her legs up as she eyed the two Rudd brothers. They had had their fill with her. Dear God, she felt as abused as a whore at a sailors' debauch. The places where all the whip and burn marks were hurt her terribly now. As she lay there thinking of the way Ed and Brad had treated her tears came to Christine's eyes.
'Awwww, come on, baby, come on,' Brad said, noticing the streaks down her flushed cheeks.
'Keep… away from me,' Christine said, wincing back as he came up to her.
'No need to get pissed off,' he said, kneeling down next to her and wiping the tear from under her right eye. The touch of his hand made Christine heart contract. Was it excitement or fear, fear that he was going to do something else painful to her before letting her go.
'Please… I just want to go home,' she whispered a tremor in her voice.
'Your daughter wasn't so fuckin' anxious to get home when we had at her,' Brad said.
What? What had he said? Christine felt as if someone had touched her head with a live wire. She slid back, drawing her legs under her asscheeks while staring at him with widened eyes. Anna? Her daughter? Had she been here?
'You're lying,' she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes shifting from one man to the other. Brushing away several strands of her blonde hair, Christine shook her head from side to side. 'Anna would never come over here – not without any permission. She has a good sense of morality and and…'
Her words died on her lips as she stared at the two brothers. The mocking looks in their eyes, their twisted smiles, told her she was ignoring the facts. Of course, Anna had been moping about the house for the past few days. She had thought there was some other reason, perhaps the flu. But now… now thinking about it, Christine realized what Ed and Brad were saying must be true.
'She was one hell of a fuck. Didn't wanna get her cherry popped for the longest time,' Brad said, rubbing his fingers over his chin.
'Yeah, you must've really put the fear of God in that little girl about getting fucked,' Ed added, laughing as Christine jerked her head around and stared at the laughing blond.
'But we took care of that. Man, by the time we got through with that little girl, she couldn't wait to have more dick in her.'
'Liar!' Christine shouted, feeling the blood pounding through her head. No, no, they couldn't be talking about her little girl.
'Liar, huh? Man, she couldn't wait to have us fuck her by the time we worked the little bitch over,' Ed said, pushing his face against Christine's.
'Cock, lady, dick!' Brad said, rubbing his fingers over his crotch. 'You been pretty good. And your daughter's not bad either. When she gets a little experience behind her, fuck, she'll outdo you every time. She's got a hungry cunt, lady, a real hungry pussy. And it's good and hot and tight too.'
'No! You animals!'
Those obscenities! Those Rudd brothers, standing there, laughing at her while they talked about her and her daughter in that horrible way! Christine felt a little sick as she lay there in the rags, listening to their horrible words!
'And, man, she kept moanin' and twistin' around,' Ed said, his eyes showing he was remembering how Anna kicked and bit and scratched when she came. 'Man, I thought she was gonna have a fit or somethin' when we started with her. She's like you, man, likes havin' herself beat up a little before…'
Christine couldn't take it any more. With a growl, she leaped from the pile of rags, her hands outstretched, her fingers curved like claws. Hurling herself onto Brad, she began attacking him as hard as she could, scratching
