Bent over the table, staring at her normalizing family

You loosen your grip slightly on the belt, drawing your hand back on its length, and begin to explore Jess' tight ass through her pants. Her head raises, and suddenly she tries to bolt on her slim runner's legs. Luckily she isn't as fast as your hand, though, and you merely tighten your grip; which causes your belt to yank tight around her neck. Jess' head snaps back with the recoil, and slams down on the table with a teeth-rattling bang!

A hopeless whimper escapes her choked throat and you smile blissfully behind her, yanking her jean shorts down in one go; revealing girly, frilly, thin little pink cotton panties.

Contrary to your statement, apparently the rest of her family still can eat. Or is somehow compelled to, as Jess' mother reaches over and begins unstacking their plates with trembling hands, passing one to her husband and son. You stroke her daughter's pussy lightly, soothingly through her panties as you note curiously that the plates are seemingly distributed at random; testament to the internal struggle that Jess' poor mom was going through. No one objects to getting a different meal. Mother and father are carefully avoiding looking at their daughter, while Brad can't seem to take his scared-but-pervy eyes off his big sister.

As you free your confined penis, you note with some surprise that his phone is back out again, in his lap and concealed from his parents but obviously trained on his sister's hellish experience. You wink into his wide eyes and move Jess' pale, freckled behind slightly with your knee to give the perverted voyeur a better angle on his sister as you reveal her pussy for the first time by stretching her pink panties to the side.

A soft, light covering of downy little orange hairs are revealed first, and your fingers press in slightly as they travel over her slit, opening it just a bit as you continue pulling her panties to the side. Finally her warm, soft little box is naked in front of you, and you sigh contentedly right before plowing into it hard and without warning with your thick cock.

It is unbelievably tight, and apparently your limited foreplay did little to make her 'ready' as it is largely unlubricated. You wanted to get your cock in to the hilt in that one powerful thrust, but instead you barely get a third of your shaft into her tiny fuckhole.

Which seems like more than enough to Jess, as after a pained gasp of horrified surprise at her sudden penetration she begins shrieking loudly in pain and fear, her fingers clawing at the lacquered wood of the table.

Across the table both her parents flinch at the primal scream of terrified girl-**** coming from their daughter. Her mother is sawing at her husband's steak with a butter knife, tears falling from her eyes. Her father is chopping up linguini into tiny pieces with his steak knife. He shovels a mouthful of massacred pasta bits into his mouth and chews mechanically.

Heads all around the restaurant turn, but no one interferes, or really stops going about their business. Everywhere you look are eyes filled with disgust, fear, and occasionally a glimmer of lust.

Jess' continuous scream begins to become stuttered when you start pounding your way into her pussy, slamming the breath out of her tight girly stomach as each powerful thrust hits her abs into the edge of the table while busting a little further through her hole's futile attempts to block the intrusion of your thick cock.

Her screaming becomes a little hoarse, and a little tiresome. You yank on the belt to shut her up, and her rage-filled yell of protest turns instantly into a pathetic gurgle. You don't know if it is coincidence or if that really caused her to give up, but your next thrust finally slips all the way to the hilt of your cock. Her gurgle raises in volume, and then subsides completely.

You let go of the belt altogether, letting it hit the table beside Jess' lovely face, letting her see that you don't need it to continue **** her. You both know she isn't going anywhere, with her hips pinned against the table and your rock-hard dick all the way inside her.

Her attempts to shout and struggle stop, and she appears to finally, limply, accept her unwanted fuck right in front of her family. You use the opportunity to explore her slender, pale freckled body with your fingers while you pound her roughly.

"Please... help me..." You realize that, with her throat free of your belt and her own screams, Jess is looking at, and finally talking to, her parents. You make sure to penetrate her deep and hard after her words, causing her to wince right at them as she pleads for help.

"We... can't, Jessica," her father mumbled, eyes downcast. "No one can help you with this."

"You're just going to have to take it, Jessie," to your delight her mother reaches across the table, and clasps one of Jess' slim hands with her own, squeezing it tightly.

"Just be a good girl and take it. It will all be over soon."

You couldn't have put it better yourself. You grin down at Jess evily, then look into her mother's eyes as you take your turn to speak, "Listen to your mom, Jess. Sometimes topless little girls like you get ****, right in front of everybody," you lift her slender torso slightly and **** the flat freckled buds on her chest. "The best thing you can do is be a good girl and do as you're told until I'm tired of **** you." You pinch and stretch her pink nipples cruelly, causing Jess to unleash a pained sob, "... and hurting you."

Jess is propped up on her elbows on the table, both her hands wrapped around of her mother's hand. Her mom is trying to soothe her, through tears of her own, stroking Jess' curly, tangled red hair lightly with her free hand. She flashes you a hateful glare, and you smile again and pound her unwilling daughter harder.

Glancing over, you see that Brad has long-since used a tall water glass to cover his activities, bringing his phone over the edge of the table and capturing his abused sister's face and body in the cold lens of the phone for later contemplation. Or if she was unlucky online distribution.

You grab the belt again, lightly this time, and gently-but-firmly pull on it, raising Jess up. You bite her thin, flushed ear softly, "You're going to be a good slut now, aren't you? Shhh, it's okay, I know you are. I can tell because your pussy is nice and wet now."

"Please... no... it hurts," Jess denies, but whether she's beginning to enjoy any part of it or not her body is compliant under your cruel fingers. She silently shudders when your fingers go low, exploring the little bud just above her stretched hole.