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Cain sidled up to her close. “You either take it in that velvety purse between your thighs, or you take it up your ass. I’ll let you decide, since it really doesn’t matter to me either way.”
Hannah’s eyes got big as his meaning became clear. “You will do what you will, sir. I cannot fight you. But my womanhood is my husband’s; I’d rather have you any other way than that.”
He sniggered. “Suit yourself. That tight channel is good for buggering, better than a sloppy cunt any day.”
“Just leave my sister be.”
“Oh, I’ll leave your sister be, as long as you can accommodate us all.”
Hannah visibly gulped and her voice almost cracked. “If that is your wish, so be it.”
“Ah, you are the brave one!” He turned to the whimpering Jolie. “What a sister you have here, Miss Noble. I’m so moved by her generosity that I’m going to grant her request, as long as you stay and watch what we do to her.”
Jolie could not speak but her eyes were fixed, if not on the scene, then on some place faraway where her mind could drift and she could pretend this horror was not happening.
Hannah was once again thrust over the kitchen table; her skirt thrown up over her reddened bottom. Her legs were pried apart again and Cain’s thick fingers opened her cleft where he could view the rosy bud of her anus.
“This seems to be virgin territory, ma’am,” he observed.
“Yes, it is,” she said weakly.
He cracked his palm hard against her ass. “Speak to me with respect, Mrs. Crowe, respect!”
“Yes, sir!”
“We’d better have some lard for this one.” He looked at Eldon, who immediately turned to the stove and found a pail with the greasy white substance inside.
A hot hand slathered her ass with the cold lard. A finger worked its way beyond the sphincter and she jerked forward. A moment of sharp startling sensations rifled through her body, like none she’d ever experienced before. Another hand moved deeper to the clitoris and those dark and sensitive places that Daniel’s erection caressed with love.
“I think she’s wet, Jarrett.”
“A good woman is wet in the presence of a man with the will to have her. The spirited ones may clench up tight like they’d never be so humiliated, but the truth lies plain for anyone to see. You do the honors first, Lyle. Loosen her up for Eldon and me. In mere seconds, the quiet man was ready, standing poised between Hannah’s legs. His open pants unveiled a curved erection that slid between her reddened cheeks, then slowly, delicately worked its way into the tight hole, pressing a bit at a time into Hannah’s rectum.
Hannah gasped when he first breached the tight barrier.
“Easy, girl. Nothing to fear,” Cain said.
Lyle worked his member a little deeper, while Hannah tried to breathe, as she attempted to relax the tightly clenched muscles.
“See how nice that feels?” Cain said. He held her hair in his hand and forced her gaze, although her eyes were glassed over. She was somewhere between fear and a tremulous worry, as the rush of physical sensations almost made her go mad.
While Lyle moved steadily inside her ass, his hand reached underneath and toyed with the portal below, stimulating the well-known place of pleasure despite her desire to quell the unwanted arousal. She sought with every bit of strength she had to contain her physical reaction—it was too abominable to believe. But a wanting, a longing that was so unexpected rose up like a beast; while the beast in the guise of Jarrett Cain stared her in the eye.
After several minutes of an easy ride, Cain said to Lyle what he most wanted to hear.
“The time for tenderness is over, boy. Take your pleasure so Eldon and I can have a chance at the little vixen.”
Lyle wasted to no time at all. He grabbed Hannah’s hips in his large hands and began thrusting his erection into the woman’s ass as deep as it would go.
Jolie stood by in wonder, gripped by fear that rained down her face in salty tears. She watched as Lyle’s cock speared her sister’s entrails, as Hannah gritted her teeth, as she gasped in obvious pain and as she finally moaned in a way that suggested she actually found some pleasure in being raped. A small roar escaped the man’s mouth when he finally thrust with one last burst and held Hannah’s impaled bottom against his groin as he pumped his seed inside her.
For a brief moment, Hannah breathed more easily as Lyle’s spent cock slipped from her rectum.
But the exchange was swift. A ready Eldon took over, with nothing but ruthless force—no gentle caress this time—and pummeled her hard. The assault might have lasted two minutes, but no more. It was clear that this rape was less invasive, less painful for Hannah. Being less painful it was more work for her—more work to contain, to stifle, to reject, to drive back what threatened so vilely to consume her. Her body was given no mercy, and it had every means of betrayal handy to display what a raunchy woman this wife of Daniel Crowe truly was. The tiny, breathless gasps, the way her bottom wiggled as if pleasured, the look of shamed anguish on her face did not go unnoticed.
With the second man finished, the third stepped into place. Hannah knew when Cain’s fat erection thumped against her sore bottom that he would be more of a challenge than either of the first had been. After his thick member warned her first with the lewd poking, Jarrett shoved hard, nestling deep, while widening the portal far beyond what Hannah believed her bottom could take.
“Oh, gawd, owwww!” she moaned in pain. Sharp and unremitting pain forced her belly and bottom into a steely clench. “No! No! I can’t take anything so big.”
