I was too intent on the feel of my cock in the girl’s tight canal. Her hymen barely slowed me down as I tore through it, and I began to pump back an... forth inside her, the blood and the juices from her excitement lubricating my motions. Vardhini screamed again, but it was from shock, more than anything. The pain was already ebbing, and in time it was almost forgotten. Soon it was gone, replaced by another sensation. The brutal pounding inside her began to produce pleasure, in spite of her. She was now in no immediate danger, but any other torture would have to wait until tomorrow. It hadn't been a bad session, he was sure she was almost ready to talk, had she not being coughing so much. He extracted all the needles from her body and undid the ropes, applying some cream to her wounds. She was half-carried, half-dragged out of the chamber and to the hall with all the cell doors. There was some wooden structure, like a bench about waist level. She was made to lie face down over it,. Since she was working in the tiny cannery hospital, she knew the other housekeeping employees, and decided to invited a girl friend named Helen, who worked in the cannery laundry, to join us.Helen was truly a beautiful girl in her late teens, early 20s, who lived in Bethel with her family during the winter, but who had accompanied her father (a fisherman) to the cannery that spring. Her mother was a Yup'ik Eskimo and her father, a Lapp who had come to Alaska sometime in the 1920s as a reindeer. . I trembled, my eyes locked on my mother’s pussy. Her bush was parted in strange ways, her curly hair pushed down from Ji-Yun’s nuzzling, leaving them frozen in place. I could see my mother’s labia spread apart by Ji-Yun’s licking tongue. Inside her depths, I spotted my brother’s cum that was frozen before it could leak out of her.“Do it,” Ji-Yun purred. “Lick your brother’s jizz out of your mother’s pussy. You know you want to. You know that will be so hot.”I let out a groan. I couldn’t.