“No, baby,” Nick said stopping me before I could open her fly. “Jeanie’s going to take them off for me.”
I laughed at the look of dull confusion on her face as Nick took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She had never been the brightest person I knew. She was kind of vapid, actually. It was a good thing she was pretty.
Nick leaned down and kissed Jeanie. She pressed her hands against his chest like she actually thought there was some way she was going to stop what was happening. He held her face between his hands and rested his forehead against hers.
“Take the shorts off,” he said so gently it was almost a caress.
Jeanie shook her head.
“Make it easy or make it hard, baby,” he said in a menacingly soft voice. “It’s up to you. Take them off now, though, or your mom is going to pay.”
Jeanie sobbed as she unzipped the shorts. Off to the side good old Roger found his voice and began to pray out loud. Nick ignored him as Jeanie pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them. He slipped his fingers under the elastic in the leg on one side and hooked his thumb under the other to pull the crotch of her white cotton panties tight between the lips of her pussy.
She whimpered as he rubbed her clit with the bunched fabric. Her hands that had been pushing at him curled into fists clenched around his shirt as she tried to steady herself. Nick pulled up hard and she cried out as she went up on her toes.
He let go of her panties and slid his hand between her legs. Jeanie moaned loudly as he shoved his fingers into her cunt. He thrust in and out roughly and I could hear the slurping, sucking sound they made.
I laughed. “You’re a fucking slut, Jeanie,” I said mockingly. “You’re getting wet for the man that’s going to rape you.”
Tears were flowing down her face again and her dad was still calling on God to protect them as Nick stripped Jeanie’s panties off and tossed them to me.
“Take care of him,” he ordered as he forced my former room mate onto her knees. “And gag him.”
I rummaged through the duffle bag and pulled out the brown prescription bottle. Popping the top off I dumped two of the 20 mg tablets of Cialis into the palm of my hand. I snapped the cap back on and dropped the bottle into the bag. I grabbed the roll of duct tape.
“Hey, Rog,” I said straddling his lap.
“You have to stop this, Haley,” he said a little unsteadily. “You can’t bring this man into my…”
“I didn’t bring him here,” I said. “Jeanie invited him.”
Roger looked at me blankly. I held the almond shaped yellow tablets up to his lips. He pulled his head back and clamped his lips together stubbornly. I laughed and pinched his nose shut.
“It’s like Nick said,” I told him. “You can make it easy or you can make it hard, but you’re going to swallow these pills. If you want to watch your wife and daughter suffer first…”
He opened his mouth and I pushed the pills to the back of his tongue. I know his mouth had to be dry, but he swallowed the tablets without any farther resistance. I shoved the wet crotch of his daughter’s underwear into his mouth and covered it with a strip of tape. I saw his throat work as he swallowed hard again and I could swear I felt his cock twitch.
I slid back off his lap and turned to watch as Nick finished hog-tying Jeanie, ankles to wrists behind her back. He stood up and gazed admiringly down at her bowed body. Naked from the waist down she tried to squeeze her her thighs together, then groaned and spread her knees to relieve the strain on her joints.
Nick pushed the pointed toe of his cowboy boot against the glistening opening of her cunt and she screamed. I knew he wasn’t hurting her yet. I’d taken more of that boot in my pussy many times. Jeanie was just such a baby about everything. She wasn’t going to enjoy much of what Nick had planned for her.
He laughed at her as she tried to squirm away from him. Looking over at me as he unbuckled his belt, he asked, “You know where he keeps his shotguns?”
Beside me Roger moaned around his daughter’s panties. I nodded. He kept his shotguns in an unlocked, glass front case in their living room upstairs.
“Go,” Nick ordered.
I started toward the stairs. “Buckshot,” he said before I reached the bottom step.
I nodded and ran up the stairs. In the living room I opened the front of the gun case and lifted one of the shotguns from it’s rack. Opening the long drawer, I grabbed a blue box of shells.
Nick was folding his jeans when I got back downstairs. He laid them neatly on top of his folded shirt. He was kind of particular about things like that. He refused to tolerate my clutter and insisted that everything be in it’s proper place and the house kept spotless. The only chaos Nick allowed was that which he created.
And he was about to start creating. He pulled on a pair of latex surgical gloves then grabbed a handful of Bev’s hair to drag her across the floor. The old kitchen table in the corner served for their family game nights. Now it was going to be used for a different kind of game. Nick hoisted Bev onto the formica surface, dumping her onto her back. He lifted her by her throat and slammed her head against the table top.
“Don’t move,” he told her harshly.
He strode back to where Jeanie lay crying softly. “Bring the bag,” he said to me as he lifted Jeanie by one elbow to half drag, half carry her to the table where her mother lay still.
I followed him carrying the bag, the shotgun, and shells. He dropped Jeanie and positioned her on her back just in front of the table. I dropped the bag next to her and handed the shotgun to Nick. Without warning he brought the butt up sharply and rammed it into my midsection. I doubled over with a surprised grunt.
“Finger prints, you stupid cunt,” he growled at me.
“I’ve been here before,” I reminded him angrily. “I can explain my finger prints if I have to.”
He smiled unpleasantly and I suspected he wasn’t really worried about my carelessness. If they did dust for finger prints ours wouldn’t be the only unidentified prints they found. His treatment of me had a lot more to do with the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to leave too many marks on Jeanie. Nothing that couldn’t be explained by her crazed father losing it and raping his daughter before murdering his family and killing himself.
Nick opened the box of shells and extracted two. Carrying the shotgun with him he dropped to one knee behind Roger. He placed one shell in Roger’s palm and squeezed his fingers against it then loaded it into one chamber before doing the same with the second shell.
He stood up and returned to the table where Beverly lay quietly with her eyes tightly shut. Propping the loaded gun against the wall, he reached out and ripped the tape off Bev’s mouth. He lifted her legs, pressing her knees to her chest and spread her ass cheeks.
“No, please,” Bev moaned miserably. “Please don’t.”
Nick laughed and turned to me. His cock was thick and rigid, standing proudly from the crisp curls at its base. I wanted to kneel and worship it with my mouth, to fondle his tight balls while I stroked and sucked the nectar that I craved from his testicles. I knew that wasn’t what he wanted from me now.
I pulled a condom from the duffle bag and opened the foil with my teeth. He hated condoms, but they were necessary this time. I took the thin latex out of its package and rolled it onto is erection. He stood behind Bev, one foot on either side of Jeanie’s head.
He looked down at my friend’s stricken face. “Mommy first, baby,” he said grinning. “Don’t worry, though. I promise there will be plenty left for you.”
Placing one hand on the back of each of her thighs, he pushed her legs up. Bev started whimpering and begging him to stop. He pushed the head of his rampant cock against her tight sphincter and she screamed as he shoved it into her.
I fell to my knees and crawled under the table. Lifting Jeanie’s head onto my lap I watched as Nick savagely fucked Bev’s ass. His cock was streaked with her blood and she was screaming mindlessly as he pumped into her torn anus.
Jeanie squeezed her eyes shut to close out the sight of her mother’s violation. I popped her a little one on the chin and her eyes flew open. She looked a little dazed, but I knew it wasn’t from the gentle tap I’d just given her.
“Watch,” I ordered her, “or I’m going to feed you that condom when he’s done.”
Her eyes widened then fixed on Nick’s hard cock pounding into her mother’s bleeding ass. His rhythm quickened and I could hear him grunting as he slammed into her abused body. Jeanie was crying harder, whether for her mom or because she knew what was in store for her I didn’t know. Nick groaned and pushed deep into Bev’s ass and I knew he was cumming.
I let Jeanie’s head slide off my lap as I crawled from under the table. I picked up a ziploc bag and peeled the dirty condom off Nick’s deflating penis, dropping it into the plastic bag. I sucked him into my mouth and cleaned his cum from his twitching cock.
He stroked my hair then picked up the shotgun. Lifting her legs to rest against his chest, Nick pushed the muzzle of the gun against the opening of her cunt. She shrieked and started beating her heels against him ineffectually. She tried to push him away with her feet as he shove a few inches of the barrel into her dry pussy.
“Nnnoooooooooooo!” she wailed as I grabbed her around the calves and pulled her legs up and held them so Nick could fuck her good and hard with the barrel of the shotgun that was becoming Bev’s last lover.
She bucked wildly, rolling her hips as he thrust deeper and deeper into her cunt. It looked for all the world like she was fucking the gun back, probably with a lot more enthusiasm than she’d ever fucked her husband. Nick had at least 10” of the barrel in her ravaged pussy when she finally stopped struggling. Her breathing was rapid and shallow and her eyes were glassy.
“Stand back,” he said to me.
I stepped back and he withdrew a few inches of the barrel. Resting the stock by his hip, he squeezed the triggers and fired both barrels into her vagina. Even though I was expecting it, the loud report in the confines of the family room made me jump. Bev’s body jerked then twitched as she went limp, her eyes wide and empty. A pool of blood spread beneath her body, spilling over the edges of the table and blood dripped from her ruined cunt onto her daughter’s upturned face.
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