The Jealous Bitch - Chapter Five

- by Alvo Torelli

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Five: In which Julie is shown a back door and Edgar loses his temper.

Julie was left again, bound and gagged, nearly unable to move. She was mocked by the awful reflection of the bound and helpless blonde child in the ceiling mirror. She was horribly uncomfortable, her ass pulled up off the bed by the evil hook. And worst of all she had to listen to the quiet sobbing, from the next room, of the stupid little girl who had stolen her boyfriend and ruined her life. What the hell did Georgene have to cry about compared to Julie's horrifying situation! Julie's mind swirled through all the horrors and revelations of the day so far. She wanted more than anything to get back at Georgene Petruso, but she also couldn't help but ponder at her shameful reaction to the first two sexual encounters of her life - and wonder what horrors lay before her.

Thankfully Julie wasn't left too long. She'd have gone mad if she'd been left in the painful position any longer. But Dash entered the room and looked down on her vulnerable body. "Hey, hey, hey, girlie, somebody's been playing with my toy. That's hot! Fuck me. I'd like to play a bit more, but Edgar's calling for you."

Dash pulled the hook from Julie's ass and blessed relief coursed through her body as she settled back into the soft mattress. Dash untied her ankles from the bed, but then he tied them together. Julie didn't even resist him. She knew she was doomed, the small body no match for any of the strong young men. She lay limply as he untied her wrists from the bed and rolled her onto her stomach, where he bound her wrists behind her back. She was actually thankful that he didn't pull her elbows together again, remembering how terrible that had been. And then she was over his shoulder and he carried her easily towards the living room.

They paused before entering the main room. Julie felt completely defeated, but she listened to the end of the conversation from the other room.

"Please, I promise, I'll get you the money - double. Just give me a week."

"Fuck right you'll get the money, you stupid shit!" Edgar's voice was loud and filled with rage. "You'll get it in two days, or else."

"Two days? No, it's impossible." The other voice moaned.

"Two days, asshole! I don't think you understand the meaning of 'or else,' do you? We're gonna have a little demonstration of what 'or else' means. You're already late, so you need to be taught a lesson."

"Oh man, please, don't hurt me again. I can't get your money if you hurt me any more. I can barely walk. Please, trust me, I'll get it, I'll get your money!"

"Do I look stupid to you fuck-face?" Edgar screamed and then there was thump and a crash. "Of course I can't hurt you so much you can't get out there and hustle my money! But take that on account. Shit head. I can't hurt you half as much as I want to, but you're not the only person around here I can do stuff to, are you?"

"What? What are you...? Oh god, no, NO!" Romon Petruso screamed as Dash came around the corner carrying the body of his little preteen sister, bound at ankles and wrists and with a nasty looking gag strapped to her face. "Fuck, leave her alone, what have you done?" He leapt forward, but Dash stiff-armed him, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Dash tossed Julie's bound body unceremoniously onto the sofa and turned back to Romon. But Edgar had already grabbed the boy by the hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at his helpless sister's body. She was naked from the waist up and her short skirt was hiked up far enough to show she wore no panties. All the rest of her clothes were gone. Romon struggled to breath as he took in the sight of Georgene's body and despite the horror of the situation; he blushed with embarrassment at seeing his little sister nearly naked.

"No, no, Edgar, you can't do this," Romon wailed. "She's just a little girl. She doesn't have anything to do with it. Please Edgar, I'm begging you!"

Edgar slapped Romon across the face. "Shut up asshole! You brought this on yourself. Now I have to teach you a lesson, a lesson you won't forget and nobody else is likely to forget either." He nodded at Dash and the large boy grabbed Romon's arms and pulled them roughly behind his back, where he secured them with a quick-tie around his crossed wrists. Dash acted so quickly that Romon couldn't even react. He slumped in defeat, a wild look of despair on his face.

Julie watched this scene play out from the couch. She was appalled at Edgar's behavior. Where was the refined and thoughtful boyfriend she knew? Who was this monster?

Edgar turned to Dash and his angry exterior faded back into his usual unruffled demeanor as he stated calmly, "Dashiel, my friend, I think it's time to show our guest the kind of hospitality he can enjoy in the future - if he doesn't meet his obligations that is."

"My pleasure, Mr. Rudel," Dash responded with fake sincerity and formality. "But, where's Mr. Passer - surely he'd like to assist me?"

"I sent Terri on a little errand," Edgar replied. "But please, our guest is waiting. Let's show him our best hospitality - don't hold anything back." With that Edgar resumed his usual place in the armchair, sitting back as if he hadn't a care in the world.

Without another word, Dash grabbed Romon by the hair and threw him to the ground on his back. Romon struggled, but Dash easily stripped the younger boy of his pants and boxers. His legs were then spread and tied to the legs of the couch. His bound wrists dug painfully into his back, but when he tried to twist to his side, Dash kicked him and he immediately gave up the effort.

Julie could see the intense fright and discomfort of the young man on the floor, but she knew that the coming horror wasn't just for him. She was terrified but not surprised when Dash grabbed her too, dragging her to one end of the couch, where he untied her ankles and then pulled off her skirt, leaving her completely naked. She was far to frightened of the sadistic boy to fight him as he lifted her small body off the couch, turned her over and placed her on top of Romon, straddling his hips. She lay on top of him, her cheek pressed into his broad hairless chest, resigned to her fate and crying softly. She looked up into his face and saw the torment and embarrassment there. Romon was overwhelmed by the intimate contact with the girl he thought was his sister. But Julie could see that Romon still didn't understand what the awful older boys were going to do to them. She almost felt sorry for him, but she looked away - she only had enough sorry for herself.

"Please, I'm begging you, leave her alone," Romon whined piteously. "She's just a baby. No, what are you..., no, oh god, no!"

The sight of Georgene's fantastic naked young body would excite any boy and her brother wasn't immune. Having her warm, smooth, naked skin pressed against his body was even worse. He was mortified, but he couldn't stop the half-staff erection hanging from his crotch. His scream of despair came when Dash grabbed the sensitive cock and pushed the head of it into the little girl's cunt. Horrifying comprehension suddenly dawned on him, even as he felt his cock harden and grow inside of his little sister's body. She was so warm and tight, so vulnerable and beautiful, no boy could have damped his arousal.

Julie was resigned to the idea of being raped by the second boy in as many hours. This nightmare was so much worse than anything she could imagine, but she had no idea what was really coming. Her pussy responded to the newest intrusion, despite her, by clutching at the hot meat that was just parting her lips, teasing the boy mercilessly, daring his cock to take her fully.

"Oh god, Georgie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me," Romon whispered into what he thought was his sister's ear. His cock hardened further and he fought against the intense desire to thrust it into her warm inviting tunnel.

"Oh god, Georgie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Dash mocked Romon, who flinched at the words. "What, you're sorry you got her into this mess? You're sorry you're gonna have to fuck her brains out? You're sorry everybody in town's gonna know what a hot fuck-slut your baby sister is? Or you're just sorry 'cause you're a sorry pothead fuck! Huh? Go on, fuck her, fuck her hard, asshole!" Dash grabbed Julie's hips and shoved her down onto Romon's fully erect cock, embedding half of it inside her. He lifted her up, then plunged her down again. He repeated this again, twice, three times, and then he could stop, because Romon was thrusting his hips upwards, fucking his little sister on his own. He couldn't help it.

And Julie couldn't help herself either. Her young body wanted the boy's cock inside of her, the deeper the better. As awkward as it was with her arms bound, she thrust down onto him, matching his rhythm and squirming to get as much physical stimulation as she could. She felt someone touching her behind the head and then at the chin, but she didn't care. Even as the evil gag was pulled from her mouth and she gasped for a satisfying deep breath, she ground her young pussy against Romon's cock.

"Georgie, I'm sorry, I can't help it!" Romon wailed. His thrusts upwards into her sopping tight pussy were as hard as he could make them in his awkward position. And then his eyes went wide with horror as he looked over her shoulder. "NO, NO, YOU CAN'T!"

Julie sensed something behind her. She strained to look over her shoulder and found Dash behind her, on his knees, straddling Romon's legs and leering at her wickedly. He spat into the palm of his hand but Julie couldn't see what he did with the spittle. She only figured it out when she felt Dash grab her by the hips, hold her still and then push the huge head of his manhood against her tiny sphincter.

Romon and Julie screamed "NOOOOO!" in perfect unison. But the moistened cock head popped into her anus regardless. Dash lost no time thrusting into her back door, rapidly getting most of his large cock deep inside of her. And as soon as he had a good rhythm going he controlled the small body and began to plunge her up and down on Romon's erection too.

Romon couldn't help but respond; his sexual instincts and desires were far stronger than his conscience, even if it was his sister he was helping to double-rape.

The poor young girl in the middle of the action couldn't believe the intensity of the sensations coming from being fucked by two big cocks at the same time. The mass of hot meat shoved inside of her should have been far beyond the capacity of her tiny body, but somehow it was happening. She screamed incoherently. Her bowels were on fire and her abused pussy ached. But some part of her couldn't help respond to the complete helplessness and depravity of her situation. Her screams were soon moans, timed to the savage double-thrusts that were nearly tearing her apart. The two boys assaulted her in unison and with each upward thrust she tightened every muscle in her lower half involuntarily.

Dash was holding Julie by the waist now, positioning her body upright to give both boys better, deeper, access to her two cock-gripping orifices. She looked to Edgar for some hope of succor. She was going to go insane if the savage rape didn't end soon. But Edgar sat on the edge of his chair, intense excitement on his face. His cock bulged in his pants and he rubbed it absently as he drank in the depraved scene in front of him. His eyes were wild with lust. And then Julie looked past Edgar, confused for a second, to see herself standing just inside the entrance to the room. Georgene had entered the living room silently and now she stood just behind Edgar's chair - gapping in horror at the sight of her brother helping another boy to double-rape her own body. The two girls locked eyes, for a moment, and then Julie's body betrayed her completely and she began to shake all over in the throws of an intense and unwanted orgasm.

"Fuck her, asswad, fuck her hard! Cum in her, come on, cum in her, you know you want to!" Dash was yelling down at Romon, egging him on, tormenting him. "What are you waiting for? Aren't you man enough? Come on, shithole, shoot your wad into her! Do it! She it wants it - she wants it bad!"

"No, no! I won't! Oh, god, no, no, I won't!"

Edgar was on the very edge of his chair, breathing hard with excitement. It was the wrong moment for Georgene to cry out, "Nooooo! Nooooo! Stop!" Edgar whirled out of his chair and grabbed her. His face was insane with lust. He pushed her down onto the couch, on her chest, with her legs kneeling on the floor. She screamed, but he took no notice, desperately pulling at her jeans, sliding them down her legs. Her panties followed and he pushed her legs open as far as possible with the jeans still around her knees. Georgene screamed and fought desperately, trying to push herself up off the couch, but Edgar grabbed and twisted one of her arms behind her back. With his other hand he quickly pulled out his massive hard-on, spat on it for lubrication and then pushed it hard against the little girl's cunt.

"Help! Help!" Georgene screamed from the couch. "Romon! Help me!"

Julie spasmed uncontrollably as she watched her boyfriend trying to force his dick into the girl on the couch. It was so confusing - watching herself being attacked and feeling the two massive cocks that were splitting her apart at the same time.

Georgene writhed and swung her free arm. She desperately tried to get to her feet, or twist out of Edgar's grasp. But he was far too big and strong for her, and held her down as easily as if she was a doll. His dick rammed into the warm, tight cunt of Julie's body and Georgene screamed in terror and pain as he rammed it home, savagely fucking her. This wasn't the sweet, gentle love making he'd shown her earlier. This was hard, savage rape.

All three pairs of eyes in the sexual sandwich on the floor were fixed on the sight of Edgar's sudden and brutal taking of Julie's young body. Romon and Dash rammed even harder into poor Julie, who moaned along with Georgene's screams - and then both boys came at the same moment, filling Julie with hot cum. It boiled up out of their hard rods and she could feel it searing her cervix and her bowels as her uncontrollable shaking went on and on.

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh god, yes, yes!" Edgar grunted wildly. He was lost in a haze of lust and he didn't really care who or how he was fucking, he just had to feel his throbbing meat go deeper and harder into some tight cunt. "FUCK, FUCK, YES, YES, AGHH!" He came in the pretty little girl's womb after only thirty or forty seconds of raping her, but it was the most explosive and energetic orgasm of his life.

Dash pulled his shit and cum-covered cock from Julie's ass and quickly moved around to the front of her, kneeling next to Romon's head. Romon panted from exertion, but he managed a weak, "Oh god, no, please!" as he watched Dash pull the little girl's face down to his still-erect cock and force it past her full red lips, stretching her mouth wide and shutting off the end of her moaning. She couldn't stop herself from clutching at Romon's wilting hard-on with her pussy, milking every last drop of his cum into her womb. She gagged on Dash's big dick, the shit and cum making her nearly vomit, but she sucked hard on him, hoping that he would stop pulling her hair so savagely.

Edgar pulled his dick from inside Julie's body and slumped into a sitting position next to her on the floor, panting. "Jesus" was all could he say as he took in the sight of the other girl sucking off Dash. Suddenly there was near silence in the room as Georgene had devolved to quiet whimpering and Julie's mouth and throat were too full to make any noises. Even Romon could do no more than try to look away as his sister's mouth was horribly abused by the evil Dash.

The silence was broken by Georgene's uncertain frightened voice coming from Julie's body as she rose and struggled to pull up her panties and her jeans. "L-let him g-go, Edgar, let him g-go!"

"What?" Edgar replied confused, looking up at the girl he thought was his girlfriend.

"Y-you promised. Y-you promised me a-anything. I, I, let you do that to me so you would p-promise. You did. S-so let him go. Let him g-go and t-tell him he doesn't owe you a-any mo-mo-money."

"Jesus, Julie, what are you talking about? You're right I made a promise and I keep my promises, but what the fuck do you want with this loser? Holy shit, are you banging this asshole? Are you sneaking around behind my back!?" Edgar was up on his feet and he grabbed Georgene by the arm, shaking her roughly.

Julie watched from the floor in awe at the strange turn of events. What was the girl in her body trying to do? Dash was confused too and he pulled his wilting but clean cock out of her mouth. Everyone was engrossed in the interchange between Edgar and the girl who looked like Julie, so Julie took advantage to roll off of Romon and try to get to her feet.

"No, no, I'm not!" Georgene screamed, terrified at the look of violent malice brought on by Edgar's intense jealousy. "No, he's, he's, a-ah, he's my...." But the magic wouldn't let her get the words out.

Julie was in awe - she understood Edgar's insane jealousy - she felt it herself and it warmed her heart to know he still loved her, even if he clearly was some kind of monster, even if he'd just raped her body in a fit of uncontrolled lust. He loved her! But it wasn't to be.

"You are, you bitch, you're fucking around with that fuck-ass pile of dog shit. I can tell. Fuck me. Get out! Get out of here! Take your stupid lover-boy and get the fuck out of my sight! I never want to see you again, ever. I'm honoring my promise - he's free and he doesn't owe me any money, but if I ever cross paths with him again I'll kill him! You got that, bitch! I'll kill him, and I'll make it hurt! Now get out! And stay the fuck away from me!" Spittle flew from Edgar's lips as he screamed in Georgene's face and shook her like a rag doll and then he threw her to the ground next to Romon. Julie and Dash looked on in stunned silence.

From the floor, Georgene scrabbled at the ropes binding Romon's ankles to the couch, weeping at the effort. Confused, but at a scowling sign from Edgar, Dash helped her and then cut the plastic straps securing Romon's wrists. Romon quickly pulled on his pants, even as Georgene was pulling at his arm. "Come on, come on, Romon, please, come on, we've got to get out of here, before he changes his mind," she whispered at him hoarsely. "Come on!"

Romon looked at Georgene in complete confusion. He didn't even know this girl who was trying so desperately to help him, and she wasn't doing a damn thing to help the girl he thought was his sister. Georgene pulled at his arm, but he hesitated, trying to figure out what to do about his naked sister. He was terrified, but he couldn't just leave her.

"Get OUT!" Edgar screamed and from somewhere he produced a gun, pointing it straight at Romon's head. "NOW!"

Everyone backed away from Edgar. Georgene pulled even harder at Romon's arm. Finally, with a gun inches from his face, Romon let her pull him away and out the door, escaping into the early evening air.

Edgar spun around and glared down at Julie, the gun waving erratically. He reached down with his free hand and grabbed her by the throat, pulling her to a standing position in one quick and painful move. "That fucking brother of yours. I should have killed him. I should kill you instead!"

"Edgar!" Dash warned. "It's not worth it - think it through man. They know she was here."

Edgar looked at Dash, then back into Julie's terrified big blue eyes. "You're not worth it, he's right. The chicken-shit asshole didn't even care about you, he just left you here. How could she cheat on me with a guy like that? Get out of here. Go!" He let go of Julie's windpipe and she staggered back, gasping for air. "GO!" he screamed again.

Dash stepped up and quickly cut the ropes that still bound Julie's arms tightly behind her back. Her shoulders screamed with pain when they were released, but she couldn't let that slow her down. Edgar was practically foaming at the mouth, veins bulging in his forehead and he waved the gun around wildly.

Where were her clothes? Julie spotted her short skirt and grabbed it, but none of her other clothes were to be seen. She staggered towards the door, tripping as she pulled the skirt up around her waist. She had no way to hide the rest of her nakedness and no one was offering to help her - but she had to get out of there as soon as she could. Edgar was insane with grief and betrayal and there was no telling what he might do. Julie yanked the door open and darted out into the dimming light, amazed at how long she'd been a captive in Edgar Rudel's chamber of horrors.

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