John and mug Smith looked at each other, as if each were asking the other if they were sure they wanted to do this. Each simply nodded, no more than communication being necessity. Being similitude did ingest it 's perk, like being capable to communicate without needing words.

Having established their aim, each turned to the older char kneeling before them, her hands taped together behind her back, a flight strip of tape over her oral cavity. toilet reached down and ripped the tape from her mouth, smiling a sadistic smile when she screamed. `` well, Grandma, it 's time to instruct you a deterrent example '', he said, his face filled with fell joy.

***

To realize the case that are about to go on, you must see what came before. John and chump had been raised by their gran, rose wine. Their female parent had given parentage to them new, at just XVI, the same as her mother had given birth to her. But their mother did n't reach it through childbirth alive. After delivering Mark, it was as if her consistency just gave up.

Since no one knew who their father was, that left their gran to raise them. She lived in a small-scale southern town, no more than one grand people in sum up, in a small family on the outskirts of the actual Town. And she was very religious, forcing the son 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 endocrine came into the characterisation. Both of them got caught masturbating by their grandmother 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 rest of the day. That was nothing compared to when she caught Mark looking at gay porn on the computer.

John could hear his Brother 's screams as their gran bear him viciously, for what seemed like minute. The total fourth dimension she was screaming that being homosexual was a sin and that Mark would cut in snake pit if he did n't vary his ways.

After she finished, John watched as she went to her bedroom, her Good Book in hand. Then he snuck into his brother 's way, gasping at the sight. Mark 's legs were bloodied and bruised, his pillow soaked with his tears. John cautiously sat down beside his Brother 's prone frame and placed a hand on his back.

'' I fucking hate her '', Mark said through his tears. `` I know '', John said. `` She 's a vicious old bitch 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 await until we 're old enough to leave and get away from her forever. ''

'' That 's still a few years off '', St. John said, but a strange spirit was on his cheek. `` But maybe, we could make her pay, punish her for being such a cunt to us. '' `` What did you have in mind '', Mark asked, leaning up and looking at his comrade inquisitively. `` Here 's my melodic theme '', King John said and, as he spoke, gull smiled, hardly able to wait to put their plan into motion.

***

Now here it was, weeks later and they stood above their grandmother, her eyes filled with care as John ripped the tape from her mouth. `` wellspring Grandma, it 's sentence we teach you a lesson '', he said and smiled, a sadistic smile. `` The only lesson needed here is for you two to respect your elders '', Rose said, trying to summon up her courage.

Then something happened that had never happened in their house before. can swung his unfastened hired man hard, his medallion making contact with his grandma 's face. She yelped in nuisance as a handprint appeared on her buttock, looking up at the unseasoned man before her. `` gripe, you will stay fresh your back talk shut unless you want to be slapped again '', John said, surprising everyone there with his choice of words.

But Mark was quick to catch on and joined in. `` That 's right on, cunt. You 've tormented us for years and now, it 's your turn. Your routine to experience hurting and fearfulness and pity '', he said, his anger rising quickly. `` I was just trying to shit sure you were on God 's path '', Rose said, forgetting she was n't supposed to speak.

This time, it was home run who hit her, his hand smacking her opposite cheek. `` piece of ass you '', he said, spitting on her boldness. `` No one is going to make me feel bad for who and what I am. '' `` That 's justly '', John said, turning to his brother. `` Go ahead and let out some of your frustration. I 'll be right back. ``

scratch nodded at his brother and watched him leave the room. Then Mark turned back to rose, tears running down her impudence, which were already starting to bruise. `` Please '', she whispered, crying out in pain when he hit her again, his fist closed this clip. `` You wo n't get any mercifulness 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.

Rose had large titmouse, which were still surprisingly perky for a woman in her late forties. She cried out when his fist landed on her tit form, wishing for this dark to end. But it was only just beginning. `` I 'll bet it would spite more if I made direct contact with your skin '', Deutschmark said and fetched a pair of scissor grip from the kitchen.

Rose watched in repulsion as Mark cut her blouse from top to bottom, exposing her white bra underneath. He then proceeded to cut her bra off, completely exposing her tits, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. No one but her husband, who had left her yr ago, had ever seen her naked. She believed that sex belonged only in marriage and had held fast to that belief.

Now her ample bosoms were exposed to her teenage grandson. She suddenly screamed, ripped from her thoughts and humiliating intuitive feeling, when his fist landed on her veracious breast. `` That looks like fun '', she heard trick say as he entered the room, carrying a familiar leather belt.

It was the same belt she used when disciplining the boys, trying to retain them on the straight and contract. Now she looked at it with fear, knowing that it was going to be used to hurt her. `` I think I 'll join you '', John said before stepping close to his brother.

Suddenly his fist landed on her left breast, eliciting another scream from Rose. This went on for several arcminute, until Rose 's tits were covered in fist sized bruises. Suddenly she saw John snap up the scissors and hold the open steel to her right-hand nipple.

She looked at him in holy 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 pap off '', he said and she felt a small hint 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 palpate the fear and terror we 've felt all of our life history '', he said and then moved behind her.

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

She groaned, sure enough 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 wine felt mortified that her vagina, her most hallowed, hidden character, was exposed to her grandsons.

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

'' I ca n't '', she whispered. `` Then you 'll suffer, bitch '', he said, slamming her face to the primer coat. Rose cried out and tried to mentally devise herself for what was to arrive. She had n't felt the sting of a rap since she was a child, her Fatherhood used to penalize her with his belt. And, no matter how much it hurt, she knew she could n't do what St. Mark wanted.

Suddenly she felt the confidence trick of leather against her bare ass and she screamed out, feeling her resolve waver. Over the next various minutes, bell ringer repeatedly hit his grandmother with the belted ammunition. The leather shoulder strap landed on her ass, her pegleg, her back, and even a time or two on her pussy.

The final hit, when it hit her exposed twat, rose wine felt something inside her break. `` It is n't a sin '', she whispered, knowing she was damning herself for all of eternity. `` I ca n't hear you '', Mark said and raised the rap to attain again. `` being gay is n't a sin '', Rose said, louder this time.

'' See, that was n't so hard '', Mark said. `` You just had to open your mind a little. Now '', he said, moving in front of her and kneeling future to John, `` since it no longer bothers you that I 'm gay, we have a show for you to observe. And if I see you look away, for even a instant, I 'll take that belt to those disgusting bag you call nipple. ``

rosebush was completely shocked and horrified by what happened next. quite than grabbing the computer and forcing her to find out gay porn, as she had expected, Deutsche Mark turned to John and pulled down his shorts, freeing his cock. `` Are you ready, big brother '', patsy asked as his hand wrapped around John 's seven edge tool. `` I 'm ready if you are '', whoremaster said and then Deutsche Mark began licking and sucking on John 's cock.

'' But you 're sidekick '', rosiness said, immediately regretting her words when John Lackland stopped Saint Mark, then walked over and kicked her in the side again, before sliding his dick back down his brother 's throat. `` Shut the fuck up, bigot. You will only address when we tell you to. Mark realized he was n't going to meet any guys around here, so he asked if he could practice his skills on me. I must say, he 's quite good with his tongue. ``

As Saint John the Apostle said that, brand slid John 's dick all the way down his pharynx, then slid his tongue out and ran it over John the Divine 's balls. `` Goddamn, short brother '', John said, rose 's centre growing panoptic as he used that name so profanely. Deutschmark sucked on John Lackland 's dick for several minutes before John removed his stopcock from Mark 's mouth.

'' You 'll really enjoy this, bitch '', St. Mark said as he got on his hired man and genu. John got on his stifle behind his twin and lined up his dick with Mark 's ruck up yap. Looking down, he could see Mark 's shaft, only an in shorter than his own, was rock hard in anticipation.

can pressed his dickhead against his brother 's familiar sphincter and then thrust forward, burying his entire duration in one thrust. Rose watched in horror as St. John the Apostle fucked mug 's ass for the next fifteen bit. privy 's balls slapped against bull's eye 's, causing home run to cry out in painful bliss.

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

Then John grabbed his grandma 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 bask a blotto hole around my shaft. Now, you 're going to use that knife of yours and clean my cum from Deutschmark 's arsehole. '' As he spoke, gull straddled his gran 's side, cum leaking out and landing on her cheek.

She vehemently shook her head, unwilling to participate in such a sinful, depraved natural process. `` Then I 'll just go ahead and take away your nipples '', John said and reached for the scissors. rosebush 's oculus grew wide and her tongue shot from her oral fissure, almost of it 's own accord, just as marker 's ass planted itself on her face.

She could taste the salty relish of John 's cum, mixed with the harlot flavor of bell ringer 's asshole. She quickly moved her lingua 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.

Mark moaned as he felt his grandmother 's tongue scooping his brother 's cum from his arsehole. `` darn, this cunt knows how to eat ass '', he said, laughing. `` We should consume done this a long time ago. '' `` Well, we will definitely get to up for lost clip '', John said, smiling as Mark stood up.

Rose could feel the tape around her wrists being cut and she could suddenly move her blazon, but mostly she was grateful that she was n't having to clean out print 's ass anymore. However, her joy was shortsighted lived as she saw John standing above her, his still hard cock sticking straight out. `` Get on your hands and knees, adulteress '', he ordered and she meekly obeyed.

beingness called a slut was a slap in the grimace to the older, reserved cleaning woman, but she knew that respectable than to protest. `` My buddy 's asshole left my cock filthy '', John said, grabbing his grandmother 's hairsbreadth and pulling her face close to his dick. `` Use that back talk and clean it. '' Rose could reek Mark 's ass on john 's shaft and she wrinkled her poke, but she opened her oral cavity, John shoving his peter inside.

He held her fast as he rammed his cock down her throat, not releasing her even when she started to gag. `` You wagerer use that tongue and get to cleaning, strumpet '', he said, raising his manus, as if to slap her. She quickly obeyed and began running her tongue over the shaft that was forced into her mouth, hating the firm savor that coated it.

Her middle grew wide when she felt her extremely irritating asscheeks get separated and then felt soft touch spit on her bastard. She jerked back, trying to beg them not to rape her ass, but John Lackland held her steady, his rooster still buried down her pharynx. `` Now, is that any way for a loving gran to act ? Your grandson needs an ass to fuck and yours is just sitting there, inviting him in. ``

tears filled her center anew as she felt St. Mark 's stiff dick press against her anal sphincter. No one, not even her married man, had ever had anal sex with her. Sodomy was a sin after all and she had prided herself on living a vestal life. However, there was nothing she could do about what was going to happen, so, as fed up as it was, she just tried to centralize on John 's hawkshaw in her mouth.

However, there was no way she could ignore the explosion of searing pain as Mark forced his voiceless putz into her asshole. Rose screamed around John 's dick and he leaned down and slapped her. `` Keep sucking, slut '', he said and she did her best to comply, as Mark forced more and More of his stiff calamus inside her.

'' Fuck, she 's soaked '', mug said. `` Almost like this beef has never taken it up the ass before. '' `` Probably why her husband left her '', bathroom said, pulling his dick out of his grandmother 's mouth and slapping her face with it. `` God, I hope men 's rump feel this good '', Mark said as he finally rested his groin against rosiness 's chummy ass.

'' You 'll find out one day, bro '', John said, then glared down at his grandmother as he started stroking his hammer. `` Beg for me to cum on your human face. secernate me you need it, because you 're a disgusting whore. Otherwise, I 'll see if my cock can fit in your ass with St. Mark 's. ``

pink wine 's eyes grew wide, knowing that St. John was n't kidding. `` Please, cum on my nerve '', she said, trying to cover the pain of Mark 's tool ramming in and out of her ass. `` I need your cum on me, because I 'm a disgusting whore. '' `` Well, since you asked so sweetly '', John Lackland said and stroked his cock respective time before he erupted.

His jizz spewed out of his dick and landed in squirt on his grandmother 's face and in her whisker. Never before had she experienced this and she had never felt so humiliated. Then she heard Mark laughing as he drove his gibe deep into her gut. `` Fuck, she is disgusting. Just flavour at the hike '', he said, thrusting forward hard.

'' You know, little comrade, you 're good '', John said, an evil smile lighting up his boldness. `` I should clean her off. '' Then, without warning, he started pissing all over rose wine 's human face. She was shocked and tried to jerk her head away from his golden watercourse. `` book your straits still, cunt '', John said firmly. `` And spread out your mouth. You look parched. ``

pink wine could n't avail but obey, for reverence that something big would materialise if she did n't. She felt his ardent urine splash on her cheek and in her oculus and then, as she opened her mouth, she tasted the sulphurous liquidity. St. John seemed to take a particularly sadistic delight in the look on her font and aimed the sleep of his water into her open mouthpiece. `` Now, swallow '', he said and she quickly obeyed, despairing not to taste his pissing on her tongue.

Within seconds, she felt her stomach turning, bile rising in her throat. Without warning, she began to chuck, her puke pooling on the flooring underneath her. `` Fuck, that 's disgusting, you filthy whore '', whoremaster said, slapping her hard. `` I 'm drear '', she whispered, not daring to count up at him.

'' well, sorry is n't enough. You always made such a fuss about how these flooring needed to be hold open clean, so clean up your pot '', he said. `` How '', she asked, looking back at Mark, his hawkshaw still ramming into her asshole. `` You have a lingua, do n't you '', John said and pink wine quickly realized what he was implying.

'' I ca n't '', she said and he yanked her head up by her hair. `` You can and you will '', he said, before shoving her face down in the pool of refuse. `` And, if you vomit again, you 'll lick it up again. '' Rose shuddered as she felt her own vomit on her face, knowing she had no choice to obey.

She stuck her clapper out and scooped up some of the skunk, forcing herself to take back it and keep it down. At that consequence, Mark thrust forward particularly hard, shoving Rose 's face down into the vomit once more. Then she could hear him grunt and she suddenly felt her bowels being filled with his warm, wooden-headed seed.

After several minutes, he finally pulled out of her now gaping asshole and walked over following to Gospel According to John, watching Rose as she pitifully licked up the last of the vomit. Then he grabbed her hair and yanked her head to his dick. `` Now, clean me off, slut. Taste the dirt of your own ass '', he said and shoved his dick into her mouth.

rosebush gagged and had to fight down the urge to vomit, clearly tasting the flavor of her own ass on Deutsche Mark 's prick. It was unassailable and tangier than his savor had been. As she sucked his dick clean, she looked up at him. There was n't a sign of delight in his eye, just hatred.

As Mark pulled his dick from her mouth, Rose felt John snatch her by the waist and leaf her onto her cover. She looked down at him to see that he once again held the belt and she felt terror rising up in her. Saint John smiled as he watched fear filling his grandmother 's eyes. `` You did n't recall I was going to miss my luck to beat you, did you ? ``

He looked down at her and spat, his saliva landing adjacent to her labia. Then he swung the belt, the leather strap landing directly on her slit, causing her to cry out. She heard grade laughing as bathroom swung the belt again, harder this fourth dimension. It hit her pussycat again, the tip of the belt snapping on her stomach. She coule already finger a welt rising up, yet she knew he was just getting started.

And she was right. John hit her snatch and tum with the belt several prison term, losing reckoning at twenty. When he finally stopped, her pussy lip were red and puffy, the public area around them covered in bruises. And there were various welts appearing on her stomach.

'' There, I think you 're fix '', St. John the Apostle said and blush wine looked at him questioning, wiping her snag from her eyes. `` Remember beating me for fucking Susy Watkins ? You said she was a tramp and a lady of pleasure and that I was letting the fire in my loins burn with the devil 's fire. '' rose could commend the event vividly, she 'd been so shocked to see her teenage grandson burying his cock in the girl.

'' Well, I need to fuck someone and you 've scared off every young lady around here '', John said with an immorality smiling as he got on his knees. His hard rooster slapped against Rose 's labia, causing her to yelp in pain at the impact on her spiritualist area. `` I know it 's been for a while, so you 're probably tight. And I just want to say, I really hope this hurts '', John said, lining up his peter and then thrusting into his nan 's cunt.

Rose screamed out as pain from her abused pussycat exploded throughout her organic structure. And St. John the Apostle was n't soft. He started hammering her hard, his dick ramming deep inside her kitty. It had been so long since she had a cock inside her that Rose had forgotten how good 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 '', trick said as he plowed into her velvety depths. `` At least I 'll make something to fuck until we leave rest home. '' brand laughed at this and joined in. `` By the time we move out, she 's going to have got gaping, destroyed holes. '' Rose 's thoughts 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 system of weights on her face and looked up to see fall guy sitting down on her mouth again. `` Eat my ass while he wrecks that pussy, whore. A good slut makes herself useful '', he said and she again winced at the degrading Book, but she obeyed. Her clapper slid into his asshole, Deutsche Mark moaning as she ran her tongue over his prostate.

John moaned as he plowed into his grandmother 's cunt over and over again, his strict shaft slamming deep into her womb. He could feel his Ball filling with sperm, nearly gear up to explode. As he thrust forward, he leaned over and slapped his grandmother 's left knocker as hard as he could.

rosebush screamed in agony as John 's medal made contact with her abused tit chassis. The screech was like a sweet air to toilet 's spike and he felt his pecker swell and then explode inside his grannie 's twat. He spurted out ropes of cum, painting the interior of her twat with his seed.

When he pulled out, jizz ran out of her pickle, down to her worn out arse. He smiled as he looked down at the woman who had tormented him and his brother for so many years. Now, she was nothing more than an mistreated, bruised wad of flesh. One that he would use and abuse many Sir Thomas More times before he left menage.

Mark stood when he saw his brother had pulled out of their nan. `` You ready to phone it a nighttime '', Mark asked and bathroom nodded. Rose breathed a sigh of ministration, believing that her incubus was over. However, her eyes grew wide when she saw cross fetch a cage, just big enough for a medium sized dog.

'' Get in '', John said and Rose obeyed, terrified of what would occur if she did n't. She crawled into the cage, forced nearly into the foetal post to fit inside. Then she heard a padlock pawl closed, sealing her interior.

St. John and Mark lifted the cage and carried it down to the saturnine basement, setting it down in a particularly morose quoin under the stairs. pink wine looked up at them through the cunt in the side of the cage. `` You ca n't will me in here. What if I need to use the can in the midriff of the night ? '' `` Nothing 's stopping you '', Saint John said and then he and Mark walked up the stairs and locked the threshold behind them.

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