"Fuck me, Mike," she whispered, almost hoping he wouldn't hear.
She felt defeated now, almost as if she were under some sort of spell.
If Mike heard her, he didn't let on. He kept fucking his cock savagely in and out of Brenda's fuckhole, licking wildly at her nipples.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Brenda screamed out suddenly, bucking so hard, she almost threw him off. "Fuck meeeeeeee!"
As the girl shrieked, thrashing about as if in pain, Wanda could almost see what her cunt must look like. It would be pink and frothy, hugging and sucking on her stepson's massive cock. And her pussy's hard contractions would be milking the globs of turn from his balls.
"Unhhhhh, take it, slut! Take my jizz!" Mike gasped, punching inward with his full strength.
He held himself against her body for a couple of seconds, grinding his small ass around, then began fucking up and down so hard, Wanda thought he might injure the girl.
"Eat on my prick with your cunt, whore bitch. Fuck in every drop and fuck it to your cocksucking brains."
Oh, Jesus! Wanda thought. Now his cum is boiling into the girl's climaxing cunt. His fuck juices are sloshing around, eating into her quivering pussy like thick, milky acid.
"Oh, I want to fuck too!" Wanda screamed out, feeling her pussy and throat become a vacuum, almost demanding the thick, meaty sensation of cock. "Come over here, Mike! God, I have to have your prick!"
As Wanda spoke, she felt new waves of humiliation sweep over her. Couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? she told herself. Oh, no – I have to blurt out the first thing that comes into my mind. And what if Stan could hear my words? I wouldn't blame him if he kicked my ass out!
"Eat shit, bitch," Mike said, turning his face away from Brenda's tits and giving his stepmother a hard look.
Wanda closed her eyes and fell back, her body bathed in sweat. And as she heard the echo of her own voice, she felt more ashamed than ever. She wanted nothing more than to crawl in a dark hole and die.
After a few more minutes of torture, feeling her pussy ache and throb, she opened her eyes and looked back over at them.
Slowly, Mike pulled away from Brenda, then sat back on his haunches. His cock flopped upward and smacked his stomach, leaving a glistening residue of milky cum and pussy juice.
"Mike, I won't tell your father," Wanda said. "Just untie me, and let me go to bed, OK? I know things will never be the same between us, but… if I hurt you, I'm sorry."
"You are one chrome-plated bitch, you know that?" Mike sneered. "Why don't you surprise us all, and tell the truth once in awhile?"
"I am telling the truth," Wanda said, searching for the right words. "If I could do it over, wouldn't have gone out there to the barn and whipped you. I wouldn't have hit you with the chain."
"You want to prove all that shit?" Mike interrupted.
"Prove it?" Wanda asked, not liking the tone in his voice. "What do you mean?"
"I just mean that you'll take your punishment if you've done wrong, right?"
More chains, ropes? Another rape? What did he want from her?
"I'll do anything," Wanda said.
"Well, I was going to make you anyway, but this way it might be even more fun," Mike said. "I'm gonna make you sorry for what you did. And you're gonna scream…"
Wanda swallowed and nodded her head, afraid to speak. He sounded suddenly evil.
"And what's more," Mike added, "you're gonna love it. I know you will. You have all the makings of a whore. And I'm going to convince you of just what a bad cunt you really are."
Am I down deep… bad? she wondered. If I hadn't met Stan, would I have taken to the streets, fucked anything that walked?
She looked at his cock and felt a new hunger in the back of her mouth. Perhaps he was right.
And in a way, she hoped he was. "You want to be fucked," Mike said, reaching for the rope at her wrist. "And I'm going to fuck you."
"Take me," Wanda said, her voice a quiver. "Oh, God, fuck me!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mike shoved Wanda through the back door, into the darkness. She stumbled down the steps, then lost her footing, landing on the soft dirt. Instantly, he grabbed her by her hair and began dragging her toward the fringe of woods about eighty feet from the house.
"Come on, bitch," Mike growled, heedless of her screams of pain.
"Please, don't," Wanda cried, her heart thundering in her chest. "What are you going to do!"
"You'll see," Mike grunted. "Now move that little ass of yours."
At last, he threw her down between the two trees where she and Stan had planned putting a swing. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening. Mike began tying ropes around her wrists. When the knots were secure, he pulled her to her feet, then attached the ends of the ropes to the two trees, spreading her out.
"Now you just stay there, baby, I'll be right back," Mike said, then disappeared into the darkness.
What is he going to do? Wanda wondered. Leave me tied up like this all night. And for what reason?
The thought of wild animals didn't frighten her because the only ones that came anywhere close to the farm were lizards and field mice.
As she pondered the situation, she pulled against the ropes. Strangely enough, they were quite loose, and in a matter of a few moments she had struggled free.
This is your chance, she told herself. Run! Escape through the woods. You know them as well as he does, and you could probably make it to the Farley ranch for help.
You promised, she reminded herself. Stay where you are.
She stood there between the two trees for another few moments, totally undecided about what to do. She knew Mike would probably be coming back, but now, she no longer feared him as before. In a way, she could even see his point of view.
He and Jimmy had just been doing what all boys their age do, and she'd gone in and whipped them. And then later, she had attacked them with the chain. And to be honest, she had been pretty hard on them even before that. Instead of giving them love and understanding, she'd been demanding.
No, I'll stays she thought. After all, what good would it do to escape? It would be merely a temporary refuse at best. I would still have to face them sooner or later, along with Stan.
The night air was a little chilly. She looked toward the house, but still she couldn't see Mike. What in Christ's name was he doing?
"Hello." His voice came from behind her. "So you didn't try to get away, huh?"
Wanda whirled, her heart in her throat. So, that was his trick. He'd been waiting there in the dark, just to see if she would escape. He'd tied the ropes, loosely on purpose.
"I told you I would do what you asked," she said, feeling a shiver of cold fear race up and down her spine.
What the hell am I doing? she thought. It's like I'm my own executioner in this mess! Simply asking for it.
Mike stayed where he was for a short while longer, his gaze moving over her naked, gorgeous body. He then stepped from the bushes and dropped a load of wood he held in his hands. He struck a match and built a small fire. When he was sure it was going, he turned and faced Wanda.
"Let's get you tied back up," he said, reaching for the ropes that hung from the two trees.
"Is it necessary?"
"I think it might be when you find out what I've got planned," Mike said.
Again, Wanda was tempted to race through the woods. She had little chance of outdistancing him, but his tone made her flinch. The coppery taste of fear was in the back of her mouth.
Mike grabbed her wrists and retied them with ropes, stretching her between the two trees. This time, the knots were very secure, almost eating into Wanda's flesh. He then turned and picked up a piece of metal pipe that lay in the bushes where he had hidden. He walked over and held the pipe in the fire.