"Argghhh!" a voice groaned loudly, nearly drawing a scream from Jessica. A moment later she felt rain come down upon her, most of it striking her hair, but as she tilted her hair to the side a drop landed on her cheek.
"Goddamn that was hot. That Karen is one hot bitch," a voice grunted, and Jessica realized it was her step-father Roger.
Jessica cringed, afraid that he'd see her, but instead he walked in front of her and toward home, leaving her to breath another sigh of relief before she tried to stand.
Pain dropped her back down to her knees, as both breasts, her scalp and her pussy protested at the same time. Tears leaked from her eyes, smearing her makeup down her cheeks before she blinked them away and tried to think her way out of it.
First she followed her cheaply dyed hair with their obvious brown roots until she found the twigs ensnaring her. She broke them one at a time and fished out the twigs from her hair.
Then, feeling how much sorer her tits became when she let her weight up off the rotting wooden boards she instead pressed down until the wood make a satisfying snap and a section gave way. She cautiously did the same until more areas broke and her poor battered boobs were free.
Jessica dug out the splinters she could find, including one that had tried to pierce her nipple, and inspected her big melons. In the dim light they reminded her of how they sometimes looked after she'd fucked a guy. Boys loved to dig their fingers into them, their untrimmed nails leaving dark indentations while their squeezing, pulling and twisting left bruises. She looked like she'd had a group of guys do the same to her, but at least she was free.
Turning her attention to her cunt it never occurred to her to simply remove the bottle. Instead she had a clever idea and stepped up on a rock while crouching a bit. This left the thick strong weed taught and she grabbed the bottle so it wouldn't pop out, then tried to stand.
At first Jessica thought nothing was happening - her legs didn't seem to be straightening, but she knew the weed was moving. It started up at her clit, but after a minute she realized it had moved downward around the beer bottle. Heartened by the movement she renewed her efforts until it reached the opposite side of her pussy and then stepped over the weed so that she was facing the other direction, and strained until she'd pulled the weed back up the other side of the bottle so that it had made a full clockwise circuit of the thick beer bottle.
Jessica smiled down at her progress and spent ten minutes doing the same thing. The prickly weed scoured the walls of her overstretched pussy, leaving little barbs within her that agitated her delicate membranes, leaving their venom within her and making her swell as they rubbed her dry walls raw.
Ten clockwise circuits later Jessica's poor cunt was on fire, but she'd made enough progress that she was standing on another rock a foot away from the first as the worst part of the weed scraped it way free with a suddenness that sent her falling forward into the ground, her tits taking the brunt of the fall.
Wearily Jessica climbed to her feet, and started walking to the beer store, forgetting that she'd removed all her clothes when she'd first inserted the bottles and hadn't put so much as her shoes back on. |