"Uhn!"
Kicking her in the ribs, Uncle Jim rolled her onto her ass, then spread his legs on either side of her chest, squatting down until his fat hairy ass pressed against her tits. Cori found herself staring at his long thick cock, the cockhead about to brush her lips. Instinctively flinching away, Cori felt his fingers wrap around her hair and jerk her face up into his crotch. It was so sour smelling, so awful she gagged and nearly threw up on his balls.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my dick! Take it all the way down your mother-fuckin' throat!"
Before Cori could think of what was happening, she felt her mouth opening, felt his thick, hot prick shoving down over her throat until his cockhairs tickled her nostrils. In and out, in and out he fucked her mouth, tearing at her hair, nearly suffocating her with his prickmeat until he let out a howl. She could taste the bleachy wash of his jizz spattering over her tongue, choking her while his big thighs shuddered against the sides of her skull. Cori sobbed, humiliated and frustrated.
"Yeah, yeah…" Uncle Jim sighed, letting Cori go and rubbing his prick across her cumsmeared lips.
"Get up. We're gonna call your momma up later and make her think that the best gift she can give her brother-in-law would be those mining certificates."
Cori huddled into a tight fetal ball, shuddering, feeling her cunt clenching as she thought of the whip and all the pain it would bring if her mission should fail.
CHAPTER TWO
It was terribly wicked of her to do these kinds of things, Rhonda Foster knew. But she couldn't stop herself once things had been set in motion. Lying there in her own bed, feeling the rough hemp rubbing painfully against her wrists, the attractive woman couldn't help but work her ass from side to side. Rhonda felt her cuntlips slipping against one another as the heat increased between her legs. The man kneeling to her right was looping the rope around in a figure eight, cinching it tightly around her flesh until she winced in pain. "Oh, I think it's too tight," Rhonda said.