Chapter 9

Rachel rushed over after listening intently, her naked tits bouncing as she crossed between a splayed-out Gwen and a bound Joey. The two siblings were still confined to their makeshift prisons; Gwen restrained to a contraption on the bed for men’s pleasures, and Joey strapped to a chair forced to watch it all happen. Rachel had been listening through the wall to what was going on in the hall.

“We’ve got a minute,” Rachel said quickly. “The last guy finished so fast, Cas hadn’t explained everything to the next one yet. How are you two holding up?”

“Where’s Joey? Is he ok?” a worried Gwen asked. It broke Joey’s heart. Here she was, getting used like a town bicycle, and she was only concerned about him.

“He’s been gagged, Gwen. He’s ok; he’s still right here,” Rachel explained. “Joey, you ok?”

Joey could only shake his head no.

Rachel understood. “I know, it must be tough to watch. Your sister’s handling it quite well though, better than I did my first time.”

“They did this to you?” Gwen asked, licking some cum from her lips.

“Hm, a ton of times,” Rachel said grumpily. “The first time, I think by the third or fourth guy, I freaked out. They gagged me because I wouldn’t stop screaming and begging them to stop. Apparently, it was freaking out a bunch of the guys so much, many stopped and wanted refunds.”

“MHhmh mmMHmm???!?!” Joey muttered into the cloth gag in his mouth.

Rachel nodded, she knew what he was trying to say before Gwen could even ask. “Yes. They’re charging twenty bucks for ten minutes.”

“Oh, my God,” said Gwen disgusted. “So much for that brotherhood bullshit...”

“We’re a means to an end for Todd’s twisted campaign. That is his end goal, or so he says.” Rachel’s head lifted up. “Shit, they’re just about ready. Hang in there, ok? Joey, I’ll take care of that hard-on of yours when I can. Gwen, a few more loads and I’ll help clean you up.”

The door opened and Cas stepped inside with Duncan. “What are you doing, bitch?” Cas said angrily.

“There was a break, so I was just checking things,” she said, scampering back to her chair.

Cas sounded angry. “If you fuck with anything, I swear your ass will be on the bed next to hers. We can double the profits tonight.”

“I won’t. I didn’t,” Rachel replied and went silent.

“Good. Alright, you’re on the clock now,” Cas told Duncan. “Cool!” said Duncan as the door shut.

Duncan quickly pulled off his clothes and headed to the bed, examining the girl strapped down to it. Duncan turned his head and looked at Joey and grinned. “Hey, Joe, this must be the famous sister of yours. Must admit, pretty jealous.”

Naked, Duncan was even thinner than his clothes made him appear. At over seven feet tall, the skinny brown-haired guy looked huge compared to the smaller Gwen, as he climbed onto the bed. Everything was proportional to his size, even his cock. It was quite thin, especially compared to the last guy, but it was the longest one of the night so far. It was just over nine inches long. He placed the uncircumcised head against Gwen’s opening and turned back to Joey.

“Think she can take the whole thing? Most can’t,” he smiled wide and pushed himself inside.

It slid in easily; her pussy hadn’t fully recovered from the last guy. But to Gwen’s surprise, it seemed like it just kept going into her. It felt like a sharp finger when it finally collided with her cervix. She let out a sharp squeak when it did.

“Oooo ... just about there,” Duncan said. Joey could see half-an-inch remaining outside of Gwen’s body. “Oh well, most take less.” He started fucking Gwen, pulling most of his monster out before plunging it back in as deep as it could go. It stung just a bit each time he hit her limit, making Gwen grimace.

“Fuck, you’re an absolute treat,” Duncan said to Gwen. He gripped her tits hard in each hand and roughly dug into her feminine flesh. “Might be the best twenty I’ve ever spent.”

Gwen was panting, she was getting used to some of the pain now and it was feeling better. He seemed to know more about what to do than the last guy. She couldn’t see him, but based on where his limbs were, she could tell he was tall.

“Tell me, Joe’s sister, you always been a slut like this?” he asked as he tweaked her nipples.

“No ... I was a virgin ... a week ago ... Oooooo” Gwen moaned, unable to stop the buildup of another orgasm.

Duncan laughed as he fucked her, “And now you’re a twenty-dollar whore. That’s quite the transition ... and Joe, here?”

“It’s Joey. We’re being blackmailed ... we don’t have a choice...” said Gwen trying to think of her brother again, but the long dick was making that difficult.

Duncan looked at Joey and then back down to Gwen, “That sucks for you ... good for me though. I might want to see you again.”

“Not ... going to happen ... Todd ... uh ... Todd runs things ... ah...” Gwen was now riding the edge of another orgasm.

Duncan fucked faster, his thin dick bending each time it entered Gwen’s canal and smacked into her cervix. Joey could see she was taking all of it now, as the tall guy’s balls banged against her ass.

“I think me and the boys, if they like you too will rent you for the whole night ... UHHhhnhn!” Duncan groaned and came hard.

KNOCK KNOCK

“One minute left,” Cas said through the door with impeccable timing.

Gwen felt his cock lodge as deep as it possibly could, right up hard against her cervix and forced his seed directly into her waiting womb. The final thrust pushed her over and she came hard, crying and struggling against her shackles as her body constricted in spasms. She felt a small surge of wetness come out when her muscles tightened. She wasn’t sure if it had come from her or if it was just overflow from Duncan’s internal deposit. Despite her situation, she still would have been embarrassed to have peed on Rachel’s bed.

She felt Duncan’s rod withdraw, and he climbed off of her. Another torrent of cum oozed out of her, adding to the ever-expanding wet spot beneath her butt. She lay there desperately panting again, getting air back into her lungs before the next guy walked through the door and she was back to moaning and groaning. She wondered how many guys she was going to entertain tonight and what would be left for Joey when it was his turn.

“You’re a sexy little bitch,” Duncan said, running his hand up Gwen’s trembling body. “I mean that in the best way possible.”

Gwen didn’t know how to take that, she was tied to a bed after all. “Thanks, I guess...”

“I mean it,” he said. She felt his lips touch hers. “I hope to see you again. Joe- Joey, you have an amazing sister. I’ll see you both around.”

Gwen heard footsteps and a door opening and closing. She didn’t know what to make of that interaction. What was she supposed to think? Would Todd really sell her for the night? She knew immediately that he would. She didn’t have time to think more about it as the door opened and the next person entered.

“Look at the fuckin’ banana creamed hair pie,” the new deep-voice said. “Shit, I didn’t realize it was the fuckin’ 70s again, bro.”

Joey could see a muscular black man stripping off his clothes and waddle over to Gwen’s bedside. He looked about six-foot tall and was ripped with multiple muscles Joey didn’t even know existed. Below the waist, the guy sported a six-inch cock, but when he turned toward Joey, he could see the thing was as thick as a small tree trunk.

“Hey bro, word is that’s your sister,” the guy said to Joey. He pointed to Gwen’s pussy and laughed, “I’mma destroy that thang.”

Gwen felt the new stranger leap on top of her, with what felt like the end of a baseball bat between her legs. She got nervous again, and sweat dripped from her head onto the moistening pillow.

“‘Sup slut? Eva been with a brotha before?” he said in exaggerated fashion.

Gwen replied pointedly, “I’ve got a blindfold over my eyes, and I’m tied to a bed. How would I know who I’ve been forced to fuck tonight.”

Gwen knew she’d had one already, at least if what he’d said was true. Still, she wasn’t going to tell this random asshole anything. She had to go along with this, but she didn’t have to constantly engage in these demeaning conversations.

“hehe ... fair point. I’ve been told you’ve got a tight-ass cunt ... I’mma gonna stretch that shit out wide...”

She felt the bat slide up and down her sloppy slit, getting it good and lubed. No one else had done that yet, and it made her wonder if this thing would actually fit into her. When he pushed, it felt like someone was trying to jam a fist through a keyhole. Gwen grimaced in pain as her walls slowly stretched to accommodate the bulky batteringram.

“Ah shit ... you got a tight lil’ twat ... but I’mma get in ya,” he said. As the guy turned his face towards him, Joey could see this guy’s face scrunched up, like he was in pain, too. Joey hoped he was. He hoped Gwen broke the guy’s dick off. Yet with persistence and the slick lube of several other men’s jizz, he pushed in with a look of relief. Gwen, though, was still struggling as the man pumped his thick dick in and out of her. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from howling as the prick stretched her to her limit.