"Do it!" Amy sobbed, twisting her hips against him. "Stick me on your big prick."
Glen started pulling his cock back until only the cock head was inside her clasping cunt, then plunging back in fully. By the time he bottomed out he had straightened out every fold in her cunt, touched her in places she'd never been touched before.
Amy suddenly realized she'd never been really fucked before she fell into the hands of her cousin.
"How's that feel, Amy?" he asked, fucking his cock into her from different angles, pushing her cunt in a different way with every plunge. "Squirming yet, cousin? Your little clit buzzing good?"
"Yes!" Amy screamed. "I'm cumming! How are you doing this to me? You bastard, you fucking bastard! Fuck me harder, you animal!"
"Right!" Glen shouted back.
His ass, still held tightly by her quivering thighs, became a blur. He pummeled her with his cock, fucked her so fast and hard that her body bounced against the floor. She felt like a sledge hammer was pounding into her.
Amy was cumming again. Each time Glen smashed his cock back inside her, the impact made wet, squelching sounds. Her sopping cunt had drenched his cock with her juices. More dripped from her pussy to pool on the floor beneath her. Her hips were banging upward as fast and hard as his were smashing down. Her tight ass cheeks quivered with each body shaking collision.
"You bitch!" Glen muttered. "You sexy bitch. I'm going to fill you up with cum."
Amy began licking his face wildly, flicking her tongue to lap the sweat from his face. Glen caught her nipples between his fingers and pinched them, pulling her tits as far as he could into the air as he plowed his cock into her pussy relentlessly. Amy's feet beat a tattoo against his hammering ass cheeks. Her body left the floor to meet his fuck thrusts.
"Now, bitch!" Glen shouted. He fucked his cock into her fully and started shooting his cumload. "Now I'm filling your slutty cunt up!"
Amy screamed, and Glen struck like a snake, catching her long, delicate throat with his teeth and biting down hard. His jism hosed up into her already dripping cunt. Her pussy boiled with heat, wringing itself against the pulsing cock and the burning, squirting jism. Amy was nearly out of her mind. She had never cum at the same time as the man fucking her in her life.
"Oh, shit!" Amy cried. "Oh, shit! You bastard! You've got me acting like some animal."
Amy's movements became less erratic now, less frenzied, and she dropped her head back against the floor. She was tired now, more exhausted than she could ever remember being.
She had to admit that she'd enjoyed herself more than she ever had before, but she'd let a man gain control over her too, and she'd let her own cousin fuck her. She supposed he'd deserved the fuck, but that didn't alter a fact that she'd lost control to a man. She promised herself that she'd never let anything like this happen again.
Glen was still fucking his cum into her poaching, sloppy cunt, but his cock was standing to soften. His jism wasn't spurting out of his cock now, just dribbling out. He could sense the lust draining out of his sexy, raven tressed cousin.
As he trailed his hands down from her tits over her long, narrow waist, the girl fell into an exhausted, contented sleep. By the time he pulled his half limp cock from her swampy cunt hole, she was completely out of it.
"Turn it off," Glen said, moving up over his sleeping cousins body to wipe his cummy cock clean in her shiny black hair.
"You got it, Glen," a man's voice called back distantly. "It came out perfect. She's a sexy bitch, all right, and we've got every squirm on videotape."
"Good." Glen smiled thinly. "Bring down the tape and set up the monitor. We've got to show our hot assed bitch what we've got on her. Then she's got some debts to pay back to me. Eight long years of them."
"Be right there," the other guy called. "Get your cock ready for action," Glen suggested. "Because it's going to be getting a lot of it soon." He stared down at the sleeping girl. "Yeah, bitch, you're going to be keeping a lot of people real busy for a while."
CHAPTER TWO
Amy awoke in pain. It took her a long time to even understand where all the different pains were coming from. By slow degrees, she remembered coming to Glen's house, playing with him, and then being sucked and fucked by him until she'd shamed herself by cumming time after time. She must have fallen asleep after he'd finished, she thought, though that still didn't explain where she was now.
There was a television in front of her and something was wrong with her arms. Those were the first things she knew for sure. The television was the first thing she saw and the pain in her arms had been what woke her up in the first place. Now she noticed a nagging pain in her legs, too, and when she tried to move them, she realized her ankles were tied.
"Glen!" she shouted, struggling against her bonds. "Glen, what the hell do you think you're doing? Glen, I'm getting mad!"
Amy realized dully that her legs were tied at her ankles and just above her knees, the two ropes knotted together to keep her in a kneeling position. And her arms were tied behind her back, both at wrist and elbow. Her elbows were tied so tightly that they were pinned against each other, forcing her bouncy tits out provocatively.
"Glen!" Amy bellowed. "Let me loose this instant, you bastard. This has gone far enough!"
"Up don't think it's gone anywhere yet, you loud mouthed slut," a man's gruff voice said from behind her, and the voice wasn't Glen's.
"What's going on?" Amy asked. She felt her stomach churn with sudden fear and tried to turn far enough to see who stood behind her. The tight ropes kept her from moving more than an inch, and pain flared through her naked body. "Who is it?"
"Turn the set on, Barry," Glen said, also from behind her.
The picture on the screen was of her, and she was screaming and panting with pain and passion, first under the touch of Glen's fingers and tongue, then under the hard thrusting of his cock. Amy's face turned red as she watched the terrible pictures. She looked so slutty, so hungry for cock. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life.
"You're a smart girl, Amy," Glen said, and she heard him walking up behind her. "I think you can imagine what it would do to that poor limp fuck of a fiance you've got if we showed him this. Up think even a cock teasing slut like you could figure out what he'd do if he saw this."
"I hate you!" Amy whimpered, tears running dawn her face as she realized just how much she was under Glen's control. "You raped me! Wasn't that enough? Now you've got to blackmail me, too?"
"Raped you?" Barry, who Amy had yet to see, laughed loudly. "Honey, you practically raped him."
"This is how it goes," Glen said, stepping around in front of Amy. He nudged the satiny flesh of her stomach with the toe of his shoe. "We're going to keep you here for a little while. Just a little while, Amy, because we know how much you want to marry your rich little fuck off husband. But if you disobey me, or my friends, or even think about getting us in trouble for what we're doing well there's a lot of folks who'd love to see that tape. No more rich husband, dig?"
Amy looked up at him with hate in her eyes. Somehow, she was going to make him pay for the terrible things he was doing to her.
"Well?" Glen asked, stripping his clothes from his body.
His fat prick hung down just inches away from Amy's red painted lips, not quite erect.
"Do I get the tape back?" she asked, cursing herself for the quaver in her voice, feeling ready to burst fully into tears any moment.
"Bitch, you're not making the rules," Glen growled softly. He waved his big cock back and forth in front of her fact. "You make me happy, and I won't show it around. But you're never getting it back."