ALL NIGHT LONG
By V.P. Viddler
All night long they took her. Without pause, without stint, without mercy. Hour
after hour. As she lay spread and stretched and helpless for them. All night
long. Again and again. Ravishing her young firm luscious nubile body, ripping
their pleasure from the smooth skin and taut springy breasts and straining
outstretched curving legs and soft tight squirming quivering vagina. Raping all
of it for their lustful satisfaction. Again and again and again. Ceaselessly.
Fifty, forty, thirty, she didn't know. She didn't know who they were, what their
names might be, how they had got here. Except for Carl, who was there through it
all, who was watching all of it all night long, who said to her, smiling,
smiling, "How do you like it, Sis? Is it fun? Is it good? How do you like
getting fucked, Sis? You want more of it? There's lots more of it, Sis. Do you
like it? I like it. I love watching you doing this. You're going to do it for
me, aren't you, Sis?"
And she could say nothing because she was crying, sobbing, moaning, whimpering,
gagging, screaming or babbling futile pleas, prayers, but thinking no, no, god
no, but knowing she would, he would, if ever they finished with her, with that
battered agonized spreadeagled straining tautly bound body, Carl would take his
turn. Raping joyously his sister, raping slowly and deliberately and viciously
his own nubile helpless sister, while telling her of what his plans held for her
future, soon and late.
Smiling now so she could see him as they still on and on taking her, hard,
laughing, panting, thrusting, slapping at thighs and clamping of breast and
pulling of hair to hold still her head so to kiss her twisting sobbing mouth,
push tongues into her crying mouth knowing that if she bit at them they could
hurt her to make her scream.
Carl would make her scream. Carl told her that. Told her how, what he would do
to her as they took her and took her and took her. Raping, ravishing that tight
writhing body, that almost virgin spasmodically twitching vagina. Not her mouth.
Carl was saving her mouth. Carl was planning to rape that mouth himself. As they
still took her, crushing that soft voluptuous jerking body, pounding at that
painfully contracting vagina, kissing that gasping moaning mouth, mauling
breasts and nipples and quivering vainly pulling thighs. Carl told her what that
sweet soft round sensual mouth would do for him.
No, she thought, wild, despairing, no god please no god please.
In detail he told her, slowly, smiling, speaking softly of lips and tongue and
throat, of licking and nibbling and sucking and swallowing, and he said, "Isn't
that right, Sis?" And she said no no and Carl spoke further, softly, smiling,
talking of bound wrists and straining thighs and whipping, whipping of soft
smooth straining flesh, and of cigars and fire and burning of nipples and of
thighs, and of things to bring pain and agony and horror, all said as they raped
her body continually and he watching, and he said again, "Isn't that right,
Sis?"
And she said, cried, choking, "Yes, yes Carl, yes. Yes. Anything."
"Yes," Carl said. "Anything. From now on. Anything at all. Any time. Any place.
Any way. Anybody. Anything. Isn't that right, Sis?"
And "Yes," she said, choked, gagged, "yes Carl yes Carl yes."
"And if not," Carl said, "if not I will bring you back here. And I will let them
use your mouth. And I will let them use your ass. And I will let them whip you.
As much, as long, as hard, as they wish. Whipping. Burning. Raping. As long as
it is. Not just all night. Days. Weeks. Months."
"No stop. I will, Carl," she said, sobbing as still they continued to pound her
taut pain-filled body. Twisting, squirming, writhing, bucking. "I will, please,
I'll crawl for you."
"Say it, Sis," Carl said, smiling. "Say it again. Say it loud."
"I'll crawl for you," she said. "I will crawl for you, Carl."
"Yes," Carl said. "And now you will scream for me. For all of us."
Which she did. As Carl watched, listening to that music, smiling. Music of
screams, shrieks, shouts, squalls, cries, pleas, howls. That young nubile
voluptuous curving body arching against tight pulling bonds as it was carved
into stripes, etched into red hot burns, distorted into elongated agonizing
shapes, and finally the ravishing again, the continuous taking of the thrashing
spread-out screaming tossing begging lovely girl. And Carl saying, "How is it,
Sis? How do you like it, Sis..."
