Chapter 6

Martin froze in place. Lying with her head back and the jism and cunt oil, thinned by her saliva, trickling into her mouth, Jacqui wondered what was going on. The sweet fog of afterglow had abruptly vanished. She was left acutely conscious of her nakedness.

"Hi... Anne," Chuck said feebly. He gulped.

Anne! Jacqui's heart bounced around her ribcage like a small animal trying to get out. It was bad enough that one of Martin's friends was in on her degradation, but to have his girlfriend see his aunt like this, naked, tied, and violated, with come running out her twat and her nephew's gooey prick in her mouth, was unbearable. And the girl sounded mad!

"I was wondering why you pulled that disappearing act after school yesterday and today," the girl said dangerously, taking a step forward. "Let me give some advice, lover-boy, when you cheat on me, don't leave your front door unlocked."

Martin took a step back. His prick grazed Jacqui's cheek as it slid from her lips. Upside down in her vision, the black-haired cheerleader stood a few feet away, hands on her hips, her pretty face pale and twisted with rage. She was dressed the way she had been two days ago when Jacqui had come upon the girl sucking her nephew's outsized cock, in a white letter sweater with a huge scarlet "W" stretched to bursting across her swelling jugs, and a brief red skirt barely covering her trim butt.

"Take it easy, baby," Martin muttered, holding his hands up in front of him. Anne got her first look at the inverted face of the naked woman, and her blue eyes went round. "That's your aunt!" she exclaimed. "Why, you incestuous son-of-a-bitch!"

The youth took a step toward the furious brunette. She suddenly swooped down at the carpet, and when she came up, she was holding Chuck's revolver in both small, white hands. "Get away from me!" she hissed, aiming the gun at Martin's bare midriff. He stopped dead. His face was drained of all color.

"Hey, you've got her tied up!" Anne exclaimed. "So, the man- stealing slut is into bondage! Well, baby, you'll have your chance to be tied up for real, now." Her brow furrowed as she studied the now-limp prick dangling down between her boyfriend's legs.

"I see," she said, "you were just tidying up your precious nephew's cock. Well, don't let me stop you, Ms. Hyde. Get back to work." With the gun she gestured for Martin to go back to the side of the bench where his aunt lay tied.

"But, baby, you don't understa-" Martin began. Anne cocked the pistol.

With a shrug, Martin walked back over and stood by his aunt's head. He took his cock between his fingers and placed it on her mouth. "I'm sorry, Aunt Jacqui," he said, and there was nervousness in his voice. "I don't have a choice."

Pursing her lips, Jacqui turned her head away. She was no longer perversely excited by the game. The sense of outrage and humiliation she'd felt when Martin and Chuck first stripped had poured back into her body full force. And there was something else added, fear.

Anne Roxbury was a jealous and passionate girl. And, with her waving that fat black.38 around, it was clear she was none too stable mentally. What had started as a boyish prank -- a cruel one, but still a prank -- had turned into something deadly serious.

And Jacqui had a terrible feeling it might be just that -- deadly.

"Wait -- Annie." Chuck stepped forward. His lanky prick swung like a tail between his thighs. Anne swung the gun to point at him. He raised his hands higher. "I'm not part of this, really I'm not. Martin just invited me over to share in the fun, that's all. It's not my fault."

Anne's eyes narrowed to slits glowing with a blast furnace blue glare. Her knuckle whitened as her finger tensed on the trigger. Chuck's Adam's apple bobbed slowly up and down.

The girl relaxed. "You mean you're on my side?"

Chuck nodded eagerly. "Anything you say -- anything!"

"Prove it then." She jerked her head at the bound, nude librarian, with her face averted so that her nephew's limp prick lay across her cheek. "The skinny bitch doesn't want to cooperate. Get that jump-rope over there and liven her up a bit."

A blue and white rope a yard long lay on the carpet beside the rowing machine. Chuck looked at it without comprehension. "Well?" Anne snapped. "Get with it. Whip that perverted slut till she obeys and sucks cock like she's been told!"

Fearfully, Chuck obeyed. He walked over and picked up the rope, absently twisting one end around a skinny hand. Then, shirt tails slapping against his bare ass, he walked till he stood across the bench from Martin.

Jacqui had her head raised to stare at him in horror. Martin's cock had fallen off her face again. Chuck looked down at her with frightened yellow eyes. "You can't do this!" Jacqui forced out. "You won't-"

Chuck raised his arm and swung. The knotted end of the rope whistled down and landed on Jacqui's straining white belly.

"Yiiiiiaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!" shrieked Jacqui. Her back arched and her body flew into the air. She fell back to the unyielding surface of the bench so hard the breath was knocked out of her and she lay gasping.

Martin stepped back. Chuck stood gazing down at his victim. An angry red line crawled across her stomach. He licked his lips and raised his hand again.

This time his blow was more cunningly aimed. Jacqui's scream rattled the windows as searing pain cut into her left jug. Even through her thin bra, the nylon rope cut like a knife.

She lay biting her lip. Her jug throbbed with pain so intense it made it hard to catch her breath. "Well?" Anne asked sweetly. "Do you suck cock? Or do you suffer?"

Jacqui hung her head back and looked at her. The pretty adolescent face was twisted with sick exultation. So fascinated was the captive librarian with the look of utter evil on Anne's face that she didn't hear Chuck's next blow on its way.

Agony exploded in Jacqui's right tit. Her ass bucked off the bench once more, and her cry was sweet music to Anne's ears. Jacqui's ass thudded into the bench. She lifted her head to stare at her tormentor through a stinging curtain of tears.

There was an odd new glow in Chuck's pale eyes. Gone completely was the craven terror Jacqui had seen there before.

In its place was unholy, sadistic delight!

A scream ripped from Jacqui's throat as Chuck leaned down at her. He reached out and tore the brassiere from her pain-filled boobs. He looked at it with a strange little laugh, then threw it away.

"Now, how about it?" Anne asked, stepping forward. Martin stood like a statue by his aunt's head. The girl picked up his prick with her fingertips and put it back on Jacqui's face. "You going to finish licking nephew's prick clean? I hope you say no. I don't want to disappoint old Chuck here. Seems like he's got a mean streak in him."

Jacqui's eyes flicked to the security guard, who was grinning lopsidedly at her and fondling his makeshift whip. She shuddered. Then she opened her mouth. Martin sighed as the warm wetness of her mouth enfolded his prick once more.

It wasn't as pleasant as it had been before. The mixture of his come and the grease from her cunt had started to dry into a sticky, lumpy mess. Now that she was no longer turned on -- far from it! -- the taste of her own pussy that lingered on the limber staff of prick nauseated her. But she thought of the pain in her abused tits, and the look on Chuck's face, and she fell to licking Martin's prick.

In short order Martin's prick was clean and shiny with her spit. She pushed it out of her mouth with the tip of her tongue and looked expectantly at the cheerleader.

Anne nodded. The jump-rope cracked right on the gaping gash of Jacqui's cunt.

The captive almost bit through her nephew's half-hardened prick. Her thighs smacked together around an agony so great she couldn't even cry out. Her pussy blazed with pain. "You filthy bitch," Martin said.

Anne ignored him. "I didn't say you could stop sucking prick, slut. Now, get back to work till Martin's dork is as hard and stiff as that bench you're lying on, or I'll let Chuckie cut you to shreds!"

Noisily, Jacqui began sucking Martin's cock. It didn't take very long for his prick to become a rigid pole of lust. With the threat of further whipping hanging over her, Jacqui sucked cock even more avidly and expertly than she had a few minutes ago!

"Aw, this shit's nothin' new for her." Chuck told Anne. "Look in the pocket of Martin's pants. Should be some pictures there."

The cheerleader cocked her head at her new accomplice, then did as he suggested. She cried out in surprise as she saw what the pictures were. "Martin took 'em yesterday himself. Set up an automatic camera and had at it. Pretty hot stuff, huh?"

The slurping sounds of Jacqui devouring her nephew's prick filled the room. Martin had his eyes closed and his lips were moving. Anne pursed her lips appreciatively, nodding.

"This gives me an idea," she said. She looked at her boyfriend's prick. It arched from his crotch into Jacqui's mouth. Her lips were an O around the girth of the cock. "Okay, lover boy, that's enough mouth action."

She put a hand on Martin's chest and pushed him so that he stumbled back. Jacqui looked terrified as his cock leapt out of her mouth. Anne lifted the gun and pointed at Martin's chest. "Just stand still," she commanded. "Chuck, pick the bitch up and untie her hands."