Rancho Diablo

by Michael O'Connor

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  RANCHO DIABLO

  By Michael O’Connor

  Kinks Books is an imprint

  of W&H Publishing LLP.

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  This eBook edition published by Kink Books is an imprint of W&H Publishing LLP, Foresters Hall, 25-27 Westow Street, London, SE19 3RY.

  Digital edition converted and published

  by Andrews UK Limited 2012

  www.andrewsuk.com

  Previously published by The Olympia Press

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  Copyright ©Michael O’Connor

  The right of Michael O’Connor to be identified as the Author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead and is purely coincidental.

  This eBook is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by the way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, electronically copied, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent.

  Chapter 1

  Aunt Tonya was drunk again. The fat lady was slumped in her armchair, snoring lightly, a half empty Jack Daniels bottle at her feet. Jenna, her eighteen year old niece, rose carefully from the couch and tiptoed through to the kitchen, where her sister was drying the dishes.

  Zoe turned around. Apart from a tiny brown beauty mark above her upper lip, she was a mirror image of her twin.

  “She’s asleep,” Jenna whispered.

  “Sure?” asked Zoe.

  She nodded. “The bitch won’t come round for hours.”

  Smiling, Zoe put down the dishcloth and embraced her sister. They held one another tightly for a moment, before their lips met and melted into an open mouthed exchange of tongues. Jenna glided her hands down over the swell of her sister’s bottom and squeezed her firm buns through the thin pink cotton of her dress. Zoe moved eagerly against her, wrapping both arms around her slender waist.

  The two young girls French kissed one another breathless. When they finally parted, Jenna reached for the top button of her sister’s dress.

  “Not here,” Zoe whispered, burying her face in her flowing blonde curls.

  “Why not?”

  “I’m scared she might wake up and catch us. Please, Jenna, let’s go upstairs.”

  “We have to stop being scared of that fat bitch,” Jenna replied, undoing the first button. “In a few more days, she’ll be out of our lives forever.”

  “She’d kill us, if she knew what we were doing,” Zoe protested. “Ever since we decided to run away, I’ve been having nightmares. I wish we could go right now. Oh God, Jenna, please stop! You’re driving me wild.”

  “I want to eat you, baby, right here in the kitchen,” Jenna purred. “Tell me you don’t want it, hot sister.”

  “You know I do,” she sighed, squeezing Jenna’s denim sheathed hips. “I’m just so scared.”

  “There’s nothing to be scared of,” her twin said softly, tracing her fingertips around the frilled edges of her bra. “In three more days, we’ll be free. I just have to wait for my cheque from the diner and you must collect your pay from the store. We’ll need all the money we can get to start our new life together.”

  Zoe sighed, as she contemplated the promised future. “Won’t it be great, Jenna? Just you and me in our own apartment, far away from aunt Tonya. We’ll be able to do all the things we love doing together, in our very own bed, without ever having to worry about getting caught. Promise me again that there’ll never be any men. I couldn’t bear to share you.”

  “No man will ever touch either of us,” her sister promised. “We are for each other, and nobody else.”

  “I love to hear you say that, darling sister,” Zoe smiled, surrendering to her burning desires.

  Jenna eased her dress down off her shoulders and it pooled around her ankles. She unclasped her bra with one hand, slipping the other between her parted thighs. The crotch of her white lace panties was hot and humid. Jenna kissed every silken inch of her breasts, sucked both diamond hard, coffee hued nipples, then lowered herself to her knees, kissing a path down along her smooth, flat belly. Her nostrils tingled to Zoe’s musk, as she lashed her tongue over the wet lace of her panties.

  “Lick me, hot sis!” Zoe moaned, running her fingers through her lustrous blonde mane.

  Jenna hooked two fingers in the waistband of her sister’s panties, tugging them down over her slender hips and long, lightly bronzed legs. Through a neatly manicured thatch of dark blonde curls, the glistening lips of her pussy puckered invitingly. When Jenna touched a fingertip to her slit, she shuddered and spread her thighs a few inches wider, permitting her fuller access to her hot honey hole. Jenna gyrated a long finger inside her, withdrew it wet and shiny and sucked it, with a soft murmur of pleasure.

  “Hurry, please, make me come!” Zoe panted.

  Cupping her milky buttocks in both hands, Jenna buried her face between her thighs and eased her tongue into her drooling gash. Zoe tasted of the familiar exotic nectar her sister was hopelessly addicted to. She slurped noisily, as she greedily licked and sucked her, just the way she knew she loved it. Zoe bit her lower lip and breathed feverishly through flaring nostrils, squeezing her own breasts with both hands.

  Her mouth fell suddenly open, in an exclamation of horror.

  “Aunt Tonya!”

  “You filthy little tramps!” came a hoarse cry from the doorway.

  In the second it took for Jenna to raise her head from between her sister’s thighs and look around, her expression changed from pleasure to stunned disbelief. Their aunt was leaning against the doorframe, bourbon bottle gripped in her right fist. Her narrowed eyes were bloodshot orbs of pure hatred.

  Zoe scrambled for her clothes.

  “Leave them!” the fat lady barked. “No use covering up now. Get up, Jenna, you filthy little whore. Well, well, you finally got caught in the act. You two must have thought I was fucking blind. Thought I never suspected the disgusting perversions going on under my own roof, all this time.”

  “You knew all along!” Jenna gasped.

  “Oh yes,” Tonya sneered, taking two unsteady steps towards them. “I know all about your dirty little games. I’ve just been biding my time, waiting for the right moment to make my move. Now, I intend to take care of your sick little lesbian asses, once and for all.”

  “Stay away from us!” Jenna cried, wrapping a protective arm around her naked and trembling twin.

  “Or else?” Tonya demanded, swigging from the bottle, as she advanced menacingly. “Come on, pussy sucker. What are you gonna do, now I’ve caught you?”

  “We’re leaving here,” Jenna declared. “We’re fed up cooking and cleaning like slaves for you, while you spend all day sitting on your fat ass and drinking yourself senseless. We’re not children anymore and we’re not scared of you. You can’t stop us leaving.”

  “You’re leaving alright,” their aunt said, placing her bottle on the table. “But you’re not going where you think. Zoe, come here!”

  The terrified girl cowered behind her sister.

  “I said, come here!” Tonya barked, lunging towards her.

  She flung Jenna aside, pushed Zoe up against the wall and forced her right hand between her thighs.

  “Hot, wet baby bitch!” she hissed, gripping her throat with her free hand. “You like me touching your pussy, huh? Or is it reserved for your sister only?”

  “Leave her alone,” Jenna
shrieked, throwing herself at Tonya.

  The big woman caught her across the face with an open handed blow that knocked her back against the refrigerator door. Jenna had no hope of matching her superior brute strength. A fist slammed into her belly. As she reeled to the floor, Tonya grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head back against the refrigerator. Zoe grabbed at her arm, but was shaken off as easily as a fly off a big dog. A kick to the side of the head from a heavy black boot stunned Jenna. Tonya then turned her full attention to Zoe, huge chest heaving beneath her faded denim shirt.

  The young girl was on her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks. Tonya’s right boot crashed into her midriff. She doubled over, retching and gasping for breath. Her aunt gripped a clump of her hair in her right fist and hauled her back to her knees.

  “Lick me,” she growled, grinding Zoe’s face against her denim covered crotch. “Do me like you do your sister.”

  “No!” Zoe cried, struggling to escape her iron grip.

  “Yes,” Tonya corrected, fumbling with the eagle headed buckle of her belt.

  Holding Zoe upright with one hand, she unbuckled and unzipped her jeans and tugged them down over her broad hips. Her white cotton panties were stained with fresh pussy juices and stale urine. Thick black curls spidered from under the gusset and down her inner thighs. The raw, unwashed smell of her sex was breathtaking.

  “Eat me, bitch!” she hissed, thrusting against Zoe’s face.

  The girl refused. Tonya slapped her hard across the face, repeating the command. Still Zoe refused. She slapped her several more times, then threw her to the floor and removed her thick black leather belt.

  Zoe screamed for mercy, raising her hands to ward off the vicious blows from the metal buckle that rained down on her. Tonya’s jeans slipped down to her ankles as she beat her, her panties further dampening with excitement. Zoe’s hands provided scant protection from the heavy buckle. It struck her arms, shoulders and breasts, each blow leaving a scarlet welt in its wake.

  Jenna groggily raised herself from the floor and reached for a carving knife, in the wall rack next to the refrigerator. Gripping the weapon tightly, she launched herself at her aunt, raising it high above her head.

  Sensing her movement, Tonya turned with lightning speed, swinging her belt. The buckle cracked painfully on Jenna’s knuckles and the knife clattered to the tiles. Face twisted into a demonic mask of rage, Tonya beat her back against the wall. Jenna tried to grab another knife, but the bigger woman was too fast. She grabbed her by the hair, wrenched her to her knees, then wrapped the belt around her throat from behind.

  “No little pussy slut will get the better of me,” she growled, pulling it tight.

  “Stop, you’ll kill her!” Zoe screamed.

  “You gonna do what I tell you?” her aunt demanded.

  “Yes, anything,” she cried. “Just don’t kill Jenna.”

  “Come and kiss my ass,” Tonya barked, slightly easing the pressure of the belt. “You’d better hurry, otherwise your sister’s had her last taste of pussy this side of hell.”

  Zoe crawled across the floor and pulled down the fat woman’s panties. Her buttocks resembled two sweating slabs of white meat, the left adorned with a faded tattoo of a red rose. As Zoe’s lips touched her backside, Tonya farted loudly. The smell was revoltays clean and tasted almost as lovely as her pussy. Aunt Tonya was a smelly, sweaty old drunk, who bathed only once a week.

  “Get your tongue right up there,” she demanded. “Aaaaahhhhh, yes! Don’t tell me you ain’t enjoying that, baby. Deeper! Lick that shithole like it was your sister’s hot pussy.”

  Jenna felt dizzy and could scarcely breathe from the pressure on her windpipe. She resisted the urge to struggle, knowing her aunt was quite capable of strangling her.

  After several minutes of having her anus licked and sucked by Zoe, she spread her legs wider and commanded her to do the same to her pussy. The girl did not hesitate to obey. No matter how distasteful it might be, it had to taste better than her dirty rear hole. Her tongue dived into the soaking slash, Tonya’s thick pubes brushing her face. The big woman gripped a fistful of her hair in her right fist and aggressively rode her face, maintaining her grip on the belt around Jenna’s throat.

  After she had climaxed, with an animal grunt, she raised both girls to their knees by the hair and forced them to kiss. Their tears mingled on their faces, as Jenna sucked her sister’s tongue, tasting her aunt’s strong, sticky honey.

  “Ain’t that sweet!” Tonya sneered. “Here’s something else hot for you two little pussy rats.”

  Arching her back, she released a powerful golden torrent from between her thighs, directly over the faces and into the mouths of the two young girls.

  “Drink up, toilet twinnies,” she cackled, wrenching their hair.

  When she had showered them in every last drop from her bladder, she pushed them face down onto the floor and ordered them to lick up the piss that had splashed onto it. Whimpering in pain and fear, they polished the golden pool from the white tiles with their tongues.

  While they were doing this, Tonya used her belt to tightly bind Zoe’s left ankle to her sister’s right. She then wrenched Jenna back to her knees and ripped open her lemon blouse. Underneath, she wore a pink lace body stocking. Tonya ripped this down the front, before unzipping the girl’s jeans and pulling them down to her knees. She ripped the body stocking off in several pieces and stepped back to admire the terrified pair.

  “Still feeling horny, Jenna?” she demanded.

  The girl shook her head.

  “Why are you doing this to us?” Zoe sobbed. “We never did you any harm.”

  “I’m doing it because I hate you both,” she replied. “I’ve hated you since the day your father dumped you on me. I only let you stick around because I owed him a favour and you were useful around the house. But I don’t have to put up with you any longer. I don’t have to live with the sick shit you’ve been doing under my roof, the whispers and the secret little looks you thought I was always too drunk to notice. It’s payback time, girls, and I intend to see you off in style.”

  “What are you going to do to us?” Jenna croaked, rubbing the livid crease on her throat.

  “That’s a surprise,” Tonya answered. “Right now, we’re going upstairs to my bedroom. I’ve got some toys for you little lesbie girls to play with.”

  Holding the bourbon bottle in her right fist, she forced the twins to crawl up the stairs in front of her, frequently kicking them along the way. By the time they reached the landing, their thighs and buttocks were bruised from her boots.

  Aunt Tonya’s bedroom was a mess. The twins had always maintained the rest of the house in spotless fashion, but this was her private domain, a stark testimony to her carefree attitude to cleanliness and hygiene. Clothing, dirty underwear and empty bottles littered the floor. The bed was unmade, the wallpaper stained and discoloured.

  “Last stop before hell,” she announced, slamming the door shut and taking another deep swallow of bourbon.

  “She’s going to kill us!” Zoe screamed hysterically.

  Tonya laughed. “Before this night is over, you may well wish I had. But you two are far more valuable to me alive. Move over beside the bed.”

  Still joined at the ankles, the twins shuffled across the floor. Tonya knotted a length of Zoe’s blonde hair around one of the brass bars at the foot of the bed. She performed a similar operation on Jenna, then slapped both girls several times across the face. While they wiped the tears from their eyes, she stripped down to her laced up calf high boots. Naked, she appeared even larger. Her mammoth white breasts, with brown nipples the diameter of coffee cups, sagged low enough to rest on the rolls of fat around her belly.

  She rummaged under the bed and produced a thick length of rope, which she tied so tightly around Zoe’s right ankle
that the girl cried out in pain. Winding the rope around a bedpost, she wrenched Zoe’s leg upwards, until her ankle touched her face. She forced Jenna’s left ankle up into a similar position, then knotted the rope around it. Each girl now had one leg straight out before her, the other raised at an agonisingly uncomfortable stretch. From the top drawer of her dressing table, Tonya produced a set of handcuffs and locked the twins together, twisting one arm each behind their backs.

  “You’re hurting us!” Zoe protested.

  “Get used to it,” she retorted. “Now, girls, either of you ever seen one of these?”

  She was holding up a huge gold vibrator, with a fist sized head of black latex. Both shook their heads, eyeing the object with naked terror.

  “I like this in my pussy,” Tonya continued. “Sometimes up my ass too. I bet neither of you has ever had a cock in her lesbian pussy.”

  “We don’t like men,” Jenna replied.

  “Just each other,” her aunt sneered, slapping her face. “Well baby, this fucker is bigger than any cock I’ve ever seen. And it hurts.”

  Jenna screamed and thrashed, as the vibrator was slid down between her thighs. Tonya flicked the small switch at the base and the machine came to life with a low buzz, the head pulsating vigorously.

  “Relax,” Tonya purred, her mouth only inches from Jenna’s. “Your virgin pussy has been reserved.”

  She rammed the vibrator into her rectum, pushing until it was almost completely buried inside her. Her shriek of agony was long and loud. The vibrator head violently pounded her guts and the shaft felt like it were splitting her in two.

  Tonya left it throbbing inside her and waddled back to the dressing table. With her back to the girls, she took something from the top drawer and strapped it around her waist with two thin strips of leather. When she turned around again, she was sporting a monstrous black erection, complete with a huge pair of balls hanging low between her thighs. These bristled with tiny spikes of silver steel. Zoe knew this awful object must be intended for her and cried out even louder than her sister.