Rhonda felt her cunt catch fire, her clit shrinking back while her pussy walls tightened like a vise over his fucking prick. Jack slapped her several times, finally hunching over her and biting the nape of her neck. She could feel his prick expanding, ballooning and jerking around in her pussy. He was going to do it, going to cum in her while hurting her this way.

When she felt him shudder mightily, Rhonda bit hard into the rubber ball, twisting and bobbing her ass while sweat oozed from her forehead. She was cumming, feeling the heat explode between her shivering thighs. Again and again, her cum-smeared cuntal walls clasped at the jizz-spitting prick, holding it while Jack's balls pumped more and more white-hot jizz into her fuck-hole.

When it was over, Rhonda felt herself prone on the floor, curled halfway under the glasstopped coffee table. Jack had already pulled the ball-gag from her mouth and was releasing her ankles from the cuffs. He was humming some country tune, not even paying her much attention while retrieving his toys.

"I'll never do this again… never," Rhonda said bitterly, refusing to look at him.

"That's what they all say… at first," Jack said with a laugh, swatting her playfully on the ass.

CHAPTER THREE

"No, Daddy! What are you doing? You promised you wouldn't do that anymore, not after Mommy died! No, no, don't!"

It was awful. Cori clapped her hands over her ears as she stood there naked and watched her cousin Cindy struggle with Uncle Jim. He finally pushed Cindy away, slapping her twice, then backhanding her until she collapsed onto the wooden floor.

"You're all alike, damn it!" he snarled, kicking the door closed. "You can squat there and cry with your damned cousin till I'm ready for you. And you're gonna try callin' Rhonda again."