“Baby girl, daddy’s not leaving. I’m going to enjoy watching this.”
She heard the tumble of what sounded like wood pulled across tile.
The first of eight hands touched her—not softly. The donkey punch into her lower rib cage cut her wind. She coughed as phlegm drooled up the back of her tongue and between pressed lips.
“Welcome to your new family, Abigail.” His voice was soft, and much calmer than the others. He appeared before her—his cock stood higher than parallel. Her eyes fixed on the size of this biker’s dick. She glanced up. His name patch read Mercy.
Her head shook with indecision, and body tingled. Fear and anticipation flooded her with the excitement of being dominated by these bastards. Both feet stopped kicking as the pulsating from deep within her pussy sent shivers radiating outward. Their moans and grunts filled her ears with a primal chant. Four pairs of hands began to roam across every inch of her body. They touched places she’d not explored in years.
Mercy’s fingers cupped the back of her head. “Open,” he commanded.
Abigail closed her eyes while he slowly eased his long shaft between her already raw lips. The bulb of his cock quickly pressed against her uvula. Her throat constricted and jaws clenched. She gagged, but his grip never loosened. Water formed in her eyes. She inhaled through her nose—his full cock blocking any chance of air inhaled. Knees bent as she concentrated on the rhythm of his mouth fuck. Her tongue rolled and wrapped around his cock like a snow cone on a hot Las Vegas afternoon.
This ain’t so bad.
Someone rammed their cock into her ass. Suddenly, she clamped down onto Mercy’s dick with the full force of her mouth. It fucking burned like hell. Tears returned, but not from gagging, it hurt worse than anything she’d known. Moist blue eyes strained to look up to Mercy, but all she saw was his sharp angular jawline. She screamed but the sound bottled inside her throat. Fingertips clawed against the wooden surface. Splinters and friction caused them to bleed.
“Damn, go easy on the lil’ sister. We got all night, don’t destroy the property,” Mercy said.
“Fuck this bitch. I’ll ride her like I ride my HOG—hard as hell.”
Her forehead lurched into Mercy’s tight abdomen after Vengeance slammed into her anus with emphasis.
“That’s why your shit’s always laid up on the side of the road or hauled in the crash truck. You’re an asshole,” Mercy taunted him.
Her back arched when he jerked out of her. She spotted him as he moved to argue with Mercy. Abigail was relieved that her ass was getting a reprieve while the two brothers argued. Their bikes were apparently more important than a piece of ass anyway.
Vengeance pushed Mercy by the shoulder and caused him to step away. Their faces, snarled and confrontational—his cock was still stiff after being ripped from her butt. Vengeance jerked her short hair with one hand, and chin by the other.
“Why you say that about my ride? It’s clean, bro.”
He stuffed his dick in her mouth. She flinched with a wrinkled nose at the thought of his dick being ripped out of her ass. The consideration escaped, as instead, she struggled to keep from gagging as he pounded her mouth as hard as he’d fucked her ass. Oddly, she immediately hated Vengeance for treating her so rough, but she’d always enjoyed giving head. The ache in her ass faded while she zeroed in on the steady pump of his dick. She sucked harder and knew he’d cum soon.
Two hands gripped her hips. Firm, but not abusive. She dreaded another brother in her asshole, but sensed her muscular resistance had surrendered after Vengeance brutalized it. Her pussy’s lips tingled as she felt flesh massaging them. The lips parted, and she wondered what was being slipped between them. The pleasure turned to discomfort, and eventually to fear as she felt the pressure trying to breach her vagina. Was it a fist?
Abigail had taken big cocks before—she fucking loved the feeling of her walls being spread apart, and the deep invasion by a long, thick dick. But this one scared the shit out of her. Whichever of the endowed brothers had buried himself in her, was the king of all cocks. Bursts of light exploded behind her eyelids and simultaneously, she felt faint and energized.
Vengeance’s violent thrusts stopped her from the deep breaths she needed to accept the anonymous monster inside of her. Clamping her lips around his shit-covered dick, Abigail bobbed her head back and forth. Her tongue swabbed the head of his rod and licked beneath the rim of his dick’s head. She felt his torso dip over weakened knees.
I got you motherfucker.
Abigail had never been so conflicted. Ecstasy at one end, torment at the other.
“Hold her still, Sue, I’m about to blow a piston in this whore’s mouth,” Vengeance howled. She wanted to think what an asshole he was, but yet, here she was actually enjoying some of the family’s initiation.
She began to push her ass back against Sue’s giant slab. She pictured the size of an organ that would challenge her able pussy like he’d done. She ached as Vengeance craned her neck with his hands latched around her skull. Her tongue pressed flat against the bottom of her mouth to make passage for his load of salty fluid. She’d never swallowed so much semen from just one guy. Both eyes watered and slammed shut to avoid eye contact with him—Vengeance was the damn devil.
Vengeance collapsed onto the tile floor. “Damn that bitch is good. Thank you baby,” he growled as he slapped both hands against her head and shoved his tongue onto hers.
It was her first face-to-face with Vengeance. She wanted to scream as bile ripped around her gut—the scar across his hideous face. This was the motherfucker on the Vegas highway. She couldn’t take the reality of what had happened or the misguided desire for revenge. What the fuck was she thinking—that she’d march in and gun them all down like some stupid movie.
Her back bowed into a C-shape as Sue, without concern for her retaliation plan continued to push his cock into her. Her stomach wrenched from the sickness of seeing Vengeance’s scar and the pussy pressure into her abdomen that forced orgasm after orgasm despite her revulsion of her reality.
Abigail knew it was too late. What the hell, she didn’t care anymore.
“Rage, where you at?” asked Fury.
Rage? Not another one?
Abigail had forgotten about the other brother, and Fury’s videotaping her. It was just her on Sue and she loved it. She’d blocked out the freezing cold air over her body, the leather strap cuts Justice had whipped across her back, Vengeance’s anal attack and Mercy’s long dick down her throat. Sue’s giant dong made her orgasm like a whore on prom night. She could care less about the others watching—this was an unexpected pleasure in an otherwise fucked up night.
“Rage, you coming,” barked Mercy.
“I’m here,” Rage assured.
Low, his voice was ragged and hard. She tried to lift her head, but she’d creamed so many times over Sue’s dick that she didn’t have the strength. Rage stood in front of her, his zipper concealing his manhood. She unconsciously began to nibble her lips toward his dick.
“Good baby girl,” she recognized Justice’s voice. He’d never been far from her.
She felt cold plastic and metal set to rest onto her back, but she focused on Sue’s swollen penis. He was about to erupt inside of her, and Rage or not, she wanted to experience this.
“Oh momma, mom, fuck yeah mo…” his speech trailed off into non-articulable grunts and groans.
Abigail panted as her chin bucked against the sawhorse. Bliss of physical pleasure overwhelmed her and she never noticed the split skin that bled under her jawline. His fingers dug deep into her narrow hips. She felt the tops of his quadriceps press into the back of her hamstrings. His body convulsed as he continued to snarl curses. Finally, the full weight of his strong frame collapsed onto her boney, ridged spine.