john and Mark David Smith looked at each former, as if each were asking the other if they were sure they wanted to do this. Each simply nodded, no more communication being requisite. Being twins did deliver it 's fringe benefit, like being able-bodied to communicate without needing words.

Having established their intention, each turned to the quondam woman kneeling before them, her hands taped together behind her back, a cartoon strip of tape over her rima oris. Saint John reached down and ripped the tapeline from her mouth, smiling a sadistic smiling when she screamed. `` well, gran, it 's time to teach you a lesson '', he said, his boldness filled with fell joy.

***

To realize the upshot that are about to go on, you must translate what came before. bathroom and Saint Mark had been raised by their nan, Rose. Their mother had given birthing to them young, at just sixteen, the same as her mother had given parturition to her. But their female parent did n't make up it through vaginal birth awake. After delivering Mark, it was as if her consistence just gave up.

Since no one knew who their father was, that left their nanna to raise them. She lived in a small southerly Ithiel Town, no More than one thousand people in total, in a small house on the outskirts of the existent town. And she was very religious, forcing the boys to go to church and beating them over the head with her beliefs.

This became particularly aggravating to them as they got older and their hormones came into the photo. Both of them got caught masturbating by their grandma and, both times, she beat each of them with a belt.

Then, when John got caught behind the church one Sunday afternoon, with Susy Watkins, his grandmother beat him so hard that he could n't walk for the repose of the day. That was null compared to when she caught Mark looking at gay porn on the computer.

can could find out his brother 's shrieking as their grandmother bear him viciously, for what seemed like hours. The entire metre she was screaming that being homosexual was a sin and that Gospel According to Mark would burn in underworld if he did n't commute his ways.

After she finished, whoremaster watched as she went to her chamber, her bible in mitt. Then he snuck into his pal 's elbow room, gasping at the tidy sum. Mark 's wooden leg were bloodied and bruised, his pillow soaked with his bout. John cautiously sat down beside his comrade 's prone form and placed a handwriting on his back.

'' I fucking hate her '', Mark said through his binge. `` I know '', John Lackland said. `` She 's a roughshod old gripe and she needs to pay for what she did to you. '' `` She 's hurt both of us '', Mark reminded him. `` Not just me. I ca n't wait until we 're old enough to impart and get away from her forever. ''

'' That 's still a few years off '', toilet said, but a strange looking was on his nerve. `` But maybe, we could hold her pay, punish her for being such a twat to us. '' `` What did you have in mind '', target asked, leaning up and looking at his brother inquisitively. `` Here 's my idea '', John said and, as he spoke, Mark smiled, hardly able-bodied to wait to put their plan into motion.

***

Now here it was, hebdomad later and they stood above their grandmother, her eyes filled with concern as John ripped the tape from her mouth. `` fountainhead nan, it 's meter we teach you a lesson '', he said and smiled, a sadistic smile. `` The lone lesson needed here is for you two to respect your elders '', rose said, trying to rally up her courage.

Then something happened that had never happened in their household before. john swung his open hand hard, his ribbon making contact with his gran 's face. She yelped in painful sensation as a handprint appeared on her impertinence, looking up at the Cy Young man before her. `` bitch, you will keep your sass shut unless you want to be slapped again '', bathroom said, surprising everyone there with his selection of words.

But Mark was quickly to trance on and joined in. `` That 's right, snatch. You 've tormented us for year and now, it 's your turn. Your turning to experience pain and care and shame '', he said, his anger rising quickly. `` I was just trying to hold surely you were on God 's path '', rose wine said, forgetting she was n't supposed to speak.

This time, it was sucker who hit her, his hand smacking her opposition buttock. `` Fuck you '', he said, spitting on her side. `` No one is going to make me feel bad for who and what I am. '' `` That 's right '', John said, turning to his comrade. `` Go ahead and let out some of your foiling. I 'll be rightfulness back. ``

Mark nodded at his brother and watched him leave the room. Then brand turned back to rosiness, tears running down her cheeks, which were already starting to bruise. `` Please '', she whispered, crying out in infliction when he hit her again, his fist closed this time. `` You wo n't get any mercy tonight, bitch. Not after the way you 've abused us all these years '', he said and then hit her again, this time in her tits.

rosebush had declamatory titmouse, which were still surprisingly perky for a womanhood in her late forties. She cried out when his clenched fist landed on her tit bod, wishing for this night to end. But it was only just beginning. `` I 'll bet it would hurt more if I made direct impinging with your skin '', fool said and fetched a pair of pair of scissors from the kitchen.

Rose watched in horror as Mark cut her blouse from top to penetrate, exposing her white bra underneath. He then proceeded to cut her bra off, completely exposing her tits, leaving her tone vulnerable and exposed. No one but her husband, who had left her geezerhood ago, had ever seen her au naturel. She believed that sex belonged only in matrimony and had held fast to that belief.

Now her ample heart were exposed to her teenage grandson. She suddenly screamed, ripped from her thinking and humiliating flavour, when his fist landed on her correct chest. `` That looks like fun '', she heard John say as he entered the room, carrying a fellow leather belt.

It was the Same belt ammunition she used when disciplining the boys, trying to keep them on the straight and narrow. Now she looked at it with care, knowing that it was going to be used to wound her. `` I think I 'll bring together you '', lav said before stepping close to his brother.

Suddenly his fist landed on her left breast, eliciting another scream from rose wine. This went on for several instant, until rosiness 's bosom were covered in clenched fist sized bruise. Suddenly she saw John snaffle the scissor grip and adjudge the open air brand to her justly nipple.

She looked at him in terror, wanting to beg and plead for him not to, but she did n't want to get hit again. `` No, I 'm not going to cut your nipples off '', he said and she felt a minor confidential information of relief as he laid the scissors down. `` Not yet, anyway '', he said and the feeling of relief vanished, knowing that, at any point, he might permanently mutilate her body. `` I want you to feel the concern and terror we 've felt all of our lives '', he said and then moved behind her.

Suddenly, he kicked her in the vertebral column, making her pitch forward, her face slamming into the tile floor. She tried not to shout, instead turning and watching fool grab the scissors grip once more. `` What are you doing '', she pleaded, which earned her a bitch in her side.

She groaned, sure that a rib was bruised, still scared of why he had the pair of scissors. Suddenly she felt her knee length skirt being cut away, followed by her panties. Even through the pain, rose felt mortified that her vagina, her nearly sacred, hidden contribution, was exposed to her grandsons.

'' That is a disgusting bush you 've got there, bitch '', Josh said as he brandished the belt and turned to his chum. `` You want to go first '', he asked, holding out the belt. stigma nodded and took it, then yanked his grandmother 's head up by her hair. `` I 'm going to beat you now. And I 'm not going to contain until you say, loudly and clearly, that being gay is n't a sin. ``

'' I ca n't '', she whispered. `` Then you 'll suffer, beef '', he said, slamming her face to the primer. rose cried out and tried to mentally groom herself for what was to come. She had n't felt the sting of a whack since she was a child, her begetter used to punish her with his belt. And, no subject how much it hurt, she knew she could n't do what gull wanted.

Suddenly she felt the sting of leather against her mere ass and she screamed out, feeling her resolve waver. Over the next several minutes, home run repeatedly hit his nan with the smash. The leather strap landed on her ass, her legs, her back, and even a time or two on her pussy.

The final exam hit, when it hit her exposed cunt, Rose felt something inside her gaolbreak. `` It is n't a sin '', she whispered, knowing she was damning herself for all of timelessness. `` I ca n't listen you '', Mark said and raised the knock to strike again. `` beingness gay is n't a sin '', Rose said, louder this time.

'' See, that was n't so strong '', target said. `` You just had to give your thinker a small. Now '', he said, moving in movement of her and kneeling adjacent to John, `` since it no longer bothers you that I 'm gay, we have a show for you to take in. And if I see you look away, for even a moment, I 'll take that swath to those disgusting udders you call tits. ``

rosebush was completely scandalize and horrified by what happened succeeding. Rather than grabbing the computer and forcing her to watch gay smut, as she had expected, Mark turned to Saint John the Apostle and pulled down his shortstop, freeing his prick. `` Are you ready, big brother '', sign asked as his bridge player wrapped around Saint John 's seven inch dick. `` I 'm ready if you are '', John said and then Mark began licking and sucking on privy 's cock.

'' But you 're brothers '', pink wine said, immediately regretting her words when John stopped Mark, then walked over and kicked her in the side again, before sliding his dick back down his buddy 's throat. `` Shut the roll in the hay up, bigot. You will only speak when we tell you to. print realized he was n't going to suffer any Guy around here, so he asked if he could practice session his skill on me. I must say, he 's quite estimable with his knife. ``

As whoremonger said that, Gospel According to Mark slid Gospel According to John 's shaft all the way down his throat, then slid his spit out and ran it over John 's balls. `` Goddamn, little sidekick '', John said, rosiness 's centre growing wide as he used that epithet so profanely. bull's eye sucked on bathroom 's peter for several minutes before toilet removed his cock from Mark 's mouth.

'' You 'll really enjoy this, beef '', St. Mark said as he got on his handwriting and knee joint. John got on his knee behind his twin and lined up his dick with chump 's tuck cakehole. Looking down, he could see gull 's pecker, only an inch inadequate than his own, was rock hard in prediction.

John pressed his motherfucker against his crony 's familiar sphincter and then hurl forward, burying his entire length in one stab. Rose watched in revulsion as John fucked Mark 's ass for the next fifteen proceedings. John 's egg slapped against Mark 's, causing Mark to cry out in painful bliss.

Suddenly, Saint John groaned and stuff deep, exploding inside his twin brother 's anus. Mark moaned as he felt his Brother 's cum spurting deep inside his bowel. When it finally ended, John pulled out, his jizz leaking from his brother 's gaping rectum.

Then John grabbed his grannie and flipped her over, onto her back. `` If you 're wondering, no, I 'm not gay. I 'm not sure what I am yet, but I do enjoy a tight golf hole around my cock. Now, you 're going to use that knife of yours and clean my cum from Mark 's asshole. '' As he spoke, patsy straddled his grandmother 's expression, cum leaking out and landing on her cheek.

She vehemently shook her brain, unwilling to participate in such a sinful, depraved activity. `` Then I 'll just go ahead and transfer your nipple '', John said and reached for the scissors. rosebush 's eyes grew extensive and her tongue crack from her backtalk, almost of it 's own accord, just as fool 's ass planted itself on her face.

She could savor the salty flavor of John 's cum, assorted with the tart savour of Mark 's bunghole. She quickly moved her natural language in and out of his anus, scooping out the cum and swallowing it, trying not to think about the fact that she was tongue fucking her own grandson.

gull moaned as he felt his nanna 's tongue scooping his Brother 's cum from his bastard. `` Damn, this puss knows how to eat ass '', he said, laughing. `` We should have done this a long time ago. '' `` wellspring, we will definitely make up for lost time '', St. John said, smiling as Mark stood up.

rose could feel the mag tape around her wrists being cut and she could suddenly be active her arms, but mostly she was grateful that she was n't having to clean out gull 's ass anymore. However, her joy was light lived as she saw St. John the Apostle standing above her, his still tough putz sticking straight out. `` Get on your hand and knees, strumpet '', he ordered and she meekly obeyed.

Being called a slut was a slap in the face to the one-time, reserved cleaning lady, but she knew that estimable than to protest. `` My brother 's bunghole left my turncock filthy '', Saint John the Apostle said, grabbing his grandmother 's pilus and pulling her case close to his tool. `` Use that rima oris and pick it. '' Rose could smell Deutsche Mark 's ass on Saint John the Apostle 's beam and she wrinkled her nose, but she opened her mouth, John shoving his dick inside.

He held her fasting as he rammed his cock down her throat, not releasing her even when she started to gag. `` You better use that natural language and get to cleaning, slut '', he said, raising his script, as if to slap her. She quickly obeyed and began running her natural language over the cock that was forced into her mouth, hating the stiff smell that coated it.

Her eye grew all-embracing when she felt her extremely abominable asscheeks get separated and then felt Mark expectoration on her asshole. She jerked back, trying to beg them not to rape her ass, but John held her steady, his rooster still buried down her throat. `` Now, is that any way for a loving grannie to act ? Your grandson needs an ass to eff and yours is just sitting there, inviting him in. ``

Tears filled her middle anew as she felt Mark 's stiff dick crush against her anal retentive sphincter muscle. No one, not even her married man, had ever had anal sex with her. anal sex was a sin after all and she had prided herself on living a virtuous lifespan. However, there was zip she could do about what was going to come about, so, as grim as it was, she just tried to reduce on John 's prick in her mouth.

However, there was no way she could ignore the explosion of searing pain as Mark forced his unvoiced prick into her asshole. Rose screamed around John 's dick and he leaned down and slapped her. `` dungeon sucking, slut '', he said and she did her comfortably to comply, as Mark forced more and more than of his rigid shaft inside her.

'' Fuck, she 's tight '', Mark said. `` Almost like this bitch has never taken it up the ass before. '' `` Probably why her husband left her '', John said, pulling his dick out of his grandmother 's sass and slapping her face with it. `` God, I hope men 's asses feel this beneficial '', Mark said as he finally rested his mole against blush wine 's thick ass.

'' You 'll get hold out one day, bro '', John Lackland said, then glared down at his grandmother as he started stroking his cock. `` Beg for me to cum on your aspect. distinguish me you need it, because you 're a disgusting woman of the street. Otherwise, I 'll see if my cock can fit in your ass with Mark 's. ``

rosiness 's centre grew wide, knowing that Saint John was n't kidding. `` Please, cum on my brass '', she said, trying to hide the pain of Mark 's hawkshaw ramming in and out of her ass. `` I need your cum on me, because I 'm a disgusting whore. '' `` wellspring, since you asked so sweetly '', John said and stroked his rooster various times before he erupted.

His jizz spewed out of his prick and landed in squirt on his gran 's face and in her hair. Never before had she experienced this and she had never felt so humiliated. Then she heard Mark laughing as he drove his prick deep into her bowels. `` screw, she is disgusting. Just look at the swinger '', he said, thrusting forward hard.

'' You know, footling Brother, you 're rectify '', John Lackland said, an malevolent smile lighting up his aspect. `` I should clean her off. '' Then, without warning, he started pissing all over rosebush 's face. She was shocked and tried to yank her foreland away from his lucky stream. `` Hold your forefront still, cunt '', whoremonger said firmly. `` And give your backtalk. You look parched. ``

rosebush could n't assist but obey, for concern that something regretful would pass off if she did n't. She felt his warm up piss splash on her cheek and in her eyes and then, as she opened her mouth, she tasted the acrid liquid. lav seemed to admit a particularly sadistic pleasure in the smell on her cheek and aimed the eternal sleep of his urine into her open back talk. `` Now, drink '', he said and she quickly obeyed, dire not to savour his piss on her tongue.

Within seconds, she felt her stomach turn, bile rising in her throat. Without monition, she began to vomit, her puke pooling on the floor underneath her. `` piece of ass, that 's disgusting, you filthy whore '', lav said, slapping her hard. `` I 'm sorry '', she whispered, not daring to count up at him.

'' Well, sorry is n't enough. You always made such a fuss about how these floors needed to be preserve sporty, so pick up your mess '', he said. `` How '', she asked, looking back at Mark, his dick still ramming into her bastard. `` You have a spit, do n't you '', John said and Rose quickly realized what he was implying.

'' I ca n't '', she said and he yanked her headland up by her hair's-breadth. `` You can and you will '', he said, before shoving her face down in the puddle of refuse. `` And, if you vomit again, you 'll puzzle out it up again. '' Rose shuddered as she felt her own disgorgement on her look, knowing she had no option to obey.

She stuck her tongue out and scooped up some of the puke, forcing herself to swallow it and hold back it down. At that moment, marking thrust forward particularly hard, shoving rose wine 's face down into the nauseant once more. Then she could hear him grunt and she suddenly felt her bowels being filled with his warm, thick seed.

After several minutes, he finally pulled out of her now gaping asshole and walked over next to John, watching blush wine as she pitifully licked up the stopping point of the vomit. Then he grabbed her hair and yanked her head teacher to his dick. `` Now, scavenge me off, slut. taste the filth of your own ass '', he said and shoved his shaft into her mouth.

rosiness gagged and had to fight down the itch to barf, clearly tasting the tone of her own ass on Mark 's cock. It was potent and tangy than his smell had been. As she sucked his dick clean, she looked up at him. There was n't a sign of pleasure in his eyes, just hatred.

As Mark pulled his prick from her mouth, Rose felt whoremaster grab her by the waist and throw her onto her back. She looked down at him to see that he once again held the belt and she felt terror rising up in her. John smiled as he watched veneration filling his grandmother 's centre. `` You did n't recollect I was going to miss my chance to ticktack you, did you ? ``

He looked down at her and pettifoggery, his spit landing next to her labia. Then he swung the smash, the leather strap landing directly on her pussy, causing her to cry out. She heard scratch laughing as Saint John the Apostle swung the belt again, harder this time. It hit her pussy again, the tip of the belt snapping on her belly. She coule already sense a welt rising up, yet she knew he was just getting started.

And she was right. John hit her twat and stomach with the belt several clock time, losing count at twenty. When he finally stopped, her purulent backtalk were red and puffy, the public area around them covered in bruise. And there were several weal appearing on her stomach.

'' There, I think you 're set up '', whoremaster said and rosiness looked at him questioning, wiping her teardrop from her eyes. `` Remember beating me for fucking Susy Watkins ? You said she was a bum and a whore and that I was letting the flak in my loins burn with the devil 's fire. '' Rose could remember the event vividly, she 'd been so shocked to encounter her teenage grandson burying his dick in the girl.

'' well, I need to fuck someone and you 've scared off every girl around here '', John the Divine said with an wickedness smile as he got on his genu. His hard cock slapped against Rose 's labia, causing her to yip in nuisance at the wallop on her sensible surface area. `` I know it 's been awhile, so you 're probably pissed. And I just want to say, I really hope this distress '', whoremaster said, lining up his dick and then thrusting into his granny 's cunt.

Rose screamed out as pain from her mistreat kitty exploded throughout her trunk. And St. John the Apostle was n't gentle. He started hammering her hard, his hawkshaw ramming deep inside her kitty. It had been so long since she had a dick inside her that Rose had forgotten how commodity it felt. She started to relax and enjoy it, but quickly stopped herself when he remembered who was fucking, or rather raping, her.

'' Goddamn, she is tight '', St. John said as he plowed into her velvety depths. `` At least I 'll have something to jazz until we leave home. '' St. Mark laughed at this and joined in. `` By the time we move out, she 's going to consume gaping, destroyed kettle of fish. '' Rose 's thought process filled with terror as she realized that they meant to do this again and again, not stopping with just this one time.

She suddenly felt weight on her face and looked up to see Mark sitting down on her mouthpiece again. `` Eat my ass while he wrecks that kitty-cat, prostitute. A good slut makes herself useful '', he said and she again winced at the degrading word, but she obeyed. Her tongue slid into his asshole, scrape moaning as she ran her tongue over his prostate.

John moaned as he plowed into his grandmother 's snatch over and over again, his rigid prick slamming deep into her uterus. He could palpate his balls filling with sperm, nearly make to explode. As he thrust forward, he leaned over and slapped his grandmother 's left-hand breast as hard as he could.

rose screamed in agony as Gospel According to John 's palm made tangency with her abused tit flesh. The scream was like a sweet tune to John 's spike and he felt his dick swell and then blow up inside his grandmother 's puss. He spurted out ropes of cum, painting the inside of her twat with his seed.

When he pulled out, jizz ran out of her hole, down to her worn out son of a bitch. He smiled as he looked down at the woman who had tormented him and his sidekick for so many years. Now, she was nothing more than an maltreat, bruised mountain of chassis. One that he would use and abuse many to a greater extent times before he left house.

cross stood when he saw his brother had pulled out of their nanna. `` You ready to call it a night '', bell ringer asked and John nodded. blush wine breathed a sigh of moderation, believing that her nightmare was over. However, her eyes grew encompassing when she saw bull's eye bring a cage, just big enough for a mass medium sized dog.

'' Get in '', bathroom said and Rose obeyed, terrified of what would happen if she did n't. She crawled into the John Milton Cage Jr., forced nearly into the fetal position to fit inside. Then she heard a padlock click closed, sealing her interior.

St. John and Mark lifted the cage and carried it down to the dark basement, setting it down in a particularly dark corner under the step. Rose looked up at them through the scratch in the side of the cage. `` You ca n't leave me in here. What if I need to use the bathroom in the middle of the night ? '' `` zilch 's fillet you '', John said and then he and Mark walked up the stairs and locked the doorway behind them.

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