For R.D.
Little Gina was fourteen. She struggled hard in the welded metal stanchion to see if she could move, or maybe escape, while she heard her mom (Lauren) and Aunt Tricia laughing in the kitchen. They were getting high on good weed from Dallas, and drunk on the Macallan 15 Tricia’s husband had dropped off earlier. Soon Gina heard kissing, then moaning, coming from there. She turned pink to think that her mom and her sister were incestuous, that they were raping each other with their tongues while she was strapped down a few feet away and could hear everything. They never cared about anything except cumming.
“You want my fingers, bitch? Eat your own fucking ass-juice. Good. Good. That’s it. You want some of my cunt? Let me bend the fuck over.”
“Oh, God yes Lauren. Put it to my face, you cunt.”
Gina imagined from the cries that her mom was being eaten out by her aunt.
Then there was a lot of thrashing and screaming as the mature women came hard, cursing against God, just out of sight. Gina gave up. She couldn’t pull free. They were high and drunk and would soon come over to where she was—her ass positioned high in the air. Then they would sodomize her—both of them—with huge remorseless strap-ons.
Gina and the cold metal stanchion were turned to the window with its sprawling views of Cardaman Ranch, the family estate. It was far out in rolling hills, green with recent rains. She had been forced to commit incest with her teenage brothers, too, and she already had had one child, Anthony’s son, and she was being forced to abuse it orally while her mother filmed it all for sale on the dark net. Today she wore her “uniform”—she was naked except for a dog collar (she was collared to the family dog, Bruno she had to call him her “husband”, and “master” or was beaten); during inspection each morning her small lobed breasts and thick pointed nipples were on prominent display for her mom—as well as wrist and ankle bracelets, so she could be locked and bolted down in any position in the sex rooms. Gina’s tight and shapely backside was always a mass of bruises, welts and purple lash-marks that never entirely healed. She was whipped and caned so hard she screamed bloody murder as her mother enjoyed her pain and got off just from her begging, just watching her try to twist away or piss from the pain. Then, as Gina hung there, exhausted, Lauren would lick her pink, wet, young pussy, which was covered with hair (for the dog) and induce her daughter to cum spasmodically. After little Gina came, tears would roll down her cheeks, not only with the knowledge of her degradation, but with the knowledge that she—Gina—would never escape this hell. Her mother was hugely rich, a Houston socialite—and that meant no one cared what went on out here at the Ranch. Gina was at the top of an empire. These were people who didn’t have any laws because they owned everyone else. Gina was a whore, a slut. She knew that. She was even made to wear a vibrator to church to “test” her “sexual endurance.” She never resisted. But she did weep. She wept as every single hole she had was violated, again and again.
Her aunt came around in front of her—drunk, giggling—and stroked Gina’s head. Then aunt Tricia straightened up and pointed at her muff. It was a huge, hairy pussy; the hair was thick, tangled, curly and brown. As the thirty-something bestialist chuckled evilly and touched herself, she swilled liquor from her short cut-crystal highball glass full of straight liquor, and said in a slurred voice,
“Bruno fucks that cunt,”
Then she thrust her pussy in little Gina’s embarrassed face.
“Lick me bitch. Give your aunt something to live for with your cocksucking whore-tongue…Mmmmmm… yesss…yessss…..that’s it! Good Gina, good! Lick!”
“Ooh god Gina, you make me come so well!! You almost make me believe there’s something to live for here out here at Cardaman, something besides horse-cock and dog-dick. Make me believe that life---life without a God—could ever mean anything!”
Aunt Tricia grabbed Gina’s head and undulated her pussy into Gina’s face as she licked her pussy and clit furiously. Then Tricia let out a long, low wail and started shrieking and almost sobbing from the pleasure as she flooded Gina’s teenage face with copious cunt-juices.
Having had her pleasure from Gina, she jerked her head up sharply by the hair. Gina’s face was smeared with aunt Tricia’s shiny cunt slime. Her eyes were dull, without joy or hope. Gina’s mother and aunt and my brothers with their long gagging cocks hanging out made sure of that. The girl expected only more and better abuse on that unending estate. She was a slut for sure.
Gina’s mom came over to the bench with a whiskey in one hand, dangling a long chrome medical instrument that looked almost like a pliers used in surgery. It had two chrome handles, and an expandable round element in the center. Gina became suspicious and her eyes narrowed.
“Do you know what this is, Gina?,” Lauren asked, matter-off-factly.
“No, Mistress.”
My mom smirked and took a long pull at her drink. Her huge breasts jiggled and her twat—like all the women in the house—sported an immense hairy crotch we would all smooth instinctively like a carpet.
“Doctors call it a ‘speculum’, Gina. It widens a woman’s cavities so he can see deep inside a young girl’s pussy or ass. You insert it into the cavity then crank it slowly open with these flanges, then these weights are designed to keep the bitch’s, I mean, the woman’s cavity nice and wide during the exam. Do you want to try it? Your aunt and I had a fun idea for you, right Trish?”
Lauren looked at her sister and they smiled.
“Oh yeah.”
“Now, Gina we’re going to use the speculum to spread that beautiful tight teenage butt of yours really wide for the camera, and then you’re to volunteer for a little humanitarian work for the local Humane Society, if you catch my drift.”
Gina bucked violently against the stanchion and started screaming,
“No! No! God don’t put it in my butt!”
The young girl burst into tears.
“Just butt-fuck me, please! Or—or you can piss in my mouth! I’ll drink all your piss! Oh, my fucking God! Don’t put that thing up my ass!”
Gina couldn’t see what the sisters were doing behind her. She heard her mom and aunt whispering, and then giggle, and then she felt ointment being spread up and down in her young, sexy ass-crack. Finally, one of the women (as Gina shrieked and pleaded) gently pulled Gina’s ass-cheeks wide apart, while the other placed the round speculum at her ass-hole and pushed it in firmly. It was freezing cold metal. They forced it deep into Gina’s anus as she wept piteously. Then Gina could feel them kissing her ass and licking it before proceeding, and touching her womanly parts. There was a pause, then Gin could feel a pressure along the walls of her whole rectum, as the speculum apparatus started to dilate her wide open. The device was winching her tender pink ass-walls wide apart. She looked un-natural even to her tormentors. The teen’s ass had been split wide.
Her mom came around, carrying a dish with two big cans of the dog’s food emptied into it—a large stock of the finest dog food.
“Now, Gina, dear, you said you forgot to feed Bruno today. That dog has had nothing to eat today, because of your neglect. We need to do something about that, right? You always feed him.”
Gina said nothing. Her head hung down.
“Well we have to feed him.”
Moments later Gina felt some coolness deep in her ass, something buttery or pasty her mom and her aunt were putting in her shitter. They pressed it in. They were scoopng something into her ass. Then packing it down in her rectum and giggling. Soon her whole ass was stuffed full. Oh my God! It was the dog food! Then they took out the speculum and her ass closed involuntarily.
The two sisters appeared in front of her. Tricia, drunk and horny, was swinging around a long Hitachi vibrator.
“Bruno is going to eat his food out of your pretty ass,” announced Tricia. “Shit the food out slowly, understand? We’ll be filming this. As you shit food, we’re going to vibrate your clit. Hold your cumming as long as you can. The dog will eat up every particle of that food and even your own shit, Gina—so keep everything you have coming out for us. The only time we might interrupt that animal is to eat some of your ass-product ourselves, understand?”
Gina looked up in into her mistress’s eyes.
“Please…please…no…don’t make me shit no dog food.”
Next, Gina saw Bruno enter from the porch. She felt the sudden touch of the vibrator underneath her, as Tricia held the buzzing bulbous head up firmly to her clit. It sprang to erection and tarted throbbing. Gina began moaning with involuntary pleasure. Then she heard the dog jump to thee knee-pads on the stanchion, on either side of her young body.
“Shit for him,” her mother commanded, caning the girl’s back smartly till she screamed with the startling pain.
Gina sobbed and focused and dripped some dog-food out of her ass for Bruno. He lapped at it wildly, nipping at her ass-hole, eager for more. His jaws actually widened the girl’s closed anus and he pushed his snout up into her, ravenous to get at the food.
“Give him more. Shit for your husband!”
Uhh…uhhhh….uuhhhh,” grunted Gina like a pig or a sow. She kept grunting and shitting clumps of food out of her ass like a fucking pig. Food extruded slowly out of her as she tensed her muscles. It was obscene.
“Good, good the animal’s eating it. He’s tongue-raping your ass. Shit more Gina. Be a shit-whore for the beast!”
Tricia pressed the vibrator to her clit again and watched Gina’s face change, struggling between blissand shame. The doggie was going wild with the taste of his favorite food. Hs tongue dragged over Gin’as shitter, even nipped her with his pearly fangs he was so excited. When he bit her Gina screamed with the sudden, random pain. A dog was biting her teenage ass now, tearing at its tender folds—and she liked it.
“Scream, good!!”
“Unnnhhh….unnnhhh…omg…I wanna cum! It’s so good!”
“Cumm for us, cum for the camera, Gina, you useless whore! Get into the sex! Enjoy shitting food!”
Gina came by tensing her whole lower back and pussy and a huge flow of dog food slithered out of her rectum as she screamed.
The dog and the sick sisters leapt to lick it up as Gina thrashed her head and howled like a devil. The dog and both the humans were eating Gina’s bowel-matter off the plate of the girl’s smooth white ass. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Gina pissed. She ejaculated a fountain of pee—it came out of her uncontrollably
“Do you have any more food for your husband?” her mother cried.
“No.”
Her mom caned her back hard, leaving a long welt.
“I don’t have anymore!” wailed her daughter.
“Try shitting as hard as you can.”
Gina sobbed and sobbed, and her mom and aunt could see her tensing up her rear muscles—but the bitch was right. She had shit for all she was worth.