Sherry had her bags packed. She'd thought about a lot of things when she'd gotten back into the house. She decided that Rick was a lost cause, now. He would certainly hear about her from somebody. A woman who couldn't keep her hands off children was not the sort of woman a man would want to keep around.
Sherry was sick with herself. How could she have allowed David to treat the poor twins that way? Sherry thought herself even worse titan David because she could have stopped it even before it started. She could have just walked away.
His bluff hadn't really frightened her. She'd been excited at the thought of getting into the back of the van with those two innocent-looking twins. She'd known it was possible that Dinah was going to touch her, even love her. She'd known and she'd looked forward to it. That was the most disgusting part of all.
Sherry knew she had to get away. She couldn't stay another day on the farm because every day she grew more and more depraved. Maybe going back to the familiar places of the city would help her control her newly awakened desires. She had to try before it was too late for her.
She couldn't carry all her bags in and she didn't want to ask anyone for a lift. She decided she would send for her bags later and she would walk to town. She would carry just enough to get her back to her apartment in the city.
She dressed in a blouse and simple skirt and sensible shoes. She walked the two miles to town and she didn't see anyone on the road. She purchased a ticket at the bus station. It wasn't much of a station. It was a small place like the town, but there was a bench outside.
She put her bag down and sat down to wait. She was aware of men passing now and then and she was aware that they were looking at her. Once, a big, beefy fellow stopped and grinned at her.
"You going somewhere, Missy?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "I don't see that it's any of your business."
He sat down beside her on the bench and placed his big, rough hand on her bare knee. He squeezed. She took his hand off her knee and gave him a fiery look.
"You keep your hands to yourself," she said.
"Come on, honey," he said. "Everybody in town knows you put out. You don't have to get mad and leave. So what if Tim and Dirk can't give you enough? There's plenty of men in town."
She didn't answer him. So this was what it had come down to. Being mauled while she waited for her bus. Being insulted. Being treated like she didn't have feelings. He leaned over and put his rough hand back on her knee. This time he squeezed harder. His breath was foul.
"Listen," he said. "I know someplace where we can go. I've got a big one. A whopper. You'll love it. I can put it up your cunt until you beg for mercy!"
She was not shocked or surprised. She knew she deserved this kind of treatment. What kind of girl allowed children, truck drivers, and relatives to use her any way they pleased? A bad girl. It was no wonder that men thought she was a pushover. She was tight-lipped as she half turned toward the man.
"Leave me alone," she said. "Or I'm going to scratch your evil eyes out."
There were men standing across the street watching. Probably there had been some kind of bet as to how fast this man could get her to his room. Well it wasn't going to work this time. She had no desire to go anywhere with the creepy-looking man.
"Get out of here," she repeated. "You'd better go right now. Right this minute."
"Okay, sister," the man said.
He wasn't so sure of himself any more. He got up and walked lazily across the street. He talked to the men for a while. She heard the rough laughter and she saw their leers but she ignored them. It was only ten minutes before, the bus was due to win and she knew she could wait that long.
She crossed her legs, aware that her skirt had slipped far above her knees. She tugged it down, again aware of the sly glances of the men across the street. She hoped they were getting their eyes full because this was going to be the last time they ever saw her.
"Your bus, Miss," the ticket-taker said.
She sighed with relief as she saw the bus coming in. The bus was early and she certainly didn't mind. She wanted to get the dust of the little town off her heels as fast as she could. She was aware of a feeling inside. She felt better than she had in a long while.
She handed her bag up to the driver and got on board. She was the only person on the bus. She slipped into the front seat.
"Going far?" the driver asked.
"Back to the city," she said.
"I don't blame you," he said. "I'd shake this little town, too. Nothing here but a few farms. No action. Say, how about us doing the town together when we get in?"
"That's an idea," she said, smiling at him.
The smile left her face when she saw the beat-up pick-up truck pulling into the bus station. Dirk got out of the front seat with a swaggering look. He held his can of beer and she saw him stagger a little. He'd drunk a little more than usual.
Her heart sank as he walked straight for the bus. "Please," she told the driver, "let's leave. Right now."
"Can't do it," he said. "I've got to leave on time and…"
He stopped talking as Dirk pulled himself up into the bus. He took a long swallow from his beer. Sherry felt weak and beaten. She knew she could not leave if Dirk wanted her back. There was no way she could fight Dirk. He was more man then men twice his age. At seventeen he was already larger than the bus driver.
"Well," he said, placing his beefy hands on his hips, "leaving so soon, cousin? And without even saying good-bye?"
"I have to go back," she said. "It's time. I didn't plan to stay as long as I did."
"Shit," Dirk said. "You're not leaving. Get off the bus. Put your bag in the truck."
"Now wait a Goddamned minute," the driver said.
It was a mistake. Dirk reacted violently. He turned and slammed the bus driver against his seat. He waved one rough hand before the man's face. He poured the rest of his beer in the driver's lap.
"Open your mouth again," Dirk said, "and I'll break your fucking head."
The bus driver got very still. Dirk patted him on the head and turned his full attention back to Sherry. He was no longer grinning and his eyes were hard. Sherry suddenly felt as if someone had struck her very hard in the pit of her stomach.
"Get your bag." Dirk said.
She picked up her bag and left the bus. She put her bag into the front of the pick-up and climbed in beside it. She heard the jeering calls of the men across the street, and she knew what they were thinking. She was fair pine now. She had tried to leave and Dirk was bringing her back. Any man could try his luck and probably get all he wanted.
Dirk got into the front seat with her. He didn't start the truck. He leaned back against his door and placed one rough hand on the steering wheel.
"What were you thinking, cunt?" Dirk asked. "Did you think we were just going to let you walk away?"
"Why not?" Sherry asked. "I'm not your slave."
"Yes you are," Dirk said matter of factly. "You're our fuck slave. You belong to us."
"That's not true," Sherry protested angrily. "I don't belong to anyone."
He grabbed her head. His thick, stubby fingers grasped her by the hair and pulled her against him. His beer breath blew into her face.
"Who the fuck do you think you're arguing with?" Dirk asked. "I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. You're a fucking slave until I say different."
"No," she protested.
He started slapping her. His rough hand left red marks on her cheeks. She tasted blood and knew he'd cut her lip. She started wondering if he intended to kill her. She wondered why someone didn't break it up. She tried to claw his face and she got one fingernail into his skin. She ripped downward and she saw a deep gash from his nose to his neck.
"Bitch!" he screamed.
This time he hit her solidly with his balled-up fist. She went backward over her bag and against the door. She saw stars for a moment. He had her by the hair and he was dragging her toward him again.
"Bitch!" he yelled.
He struck her again with his fist and then he started slapping her gently. Over and over again. She was numb. She had the feeling that he really was going to kill her.
"Bitch," he said a third time, and then he stopped hitting her.
His hand was still in her hair and he started caressing her. Then his fingers went down to caress the soft curve of her tit. She didn't care. She was too dazed to care. He started unbuttoning her blouse. She remembered that they were right in the middle of the street.
She looked around and saw that there were faces all around them. Grinning men licking lips and staring at her. She knew her face was puffed and bruised from his fist but it wasn't her face they were looking at.
Dirk got her blouse unbuttoned and she felt him reaching behind her back to unsnap her bra. Again she struggled to be free but he stifled slapping her and she stopped. She remained passive as he unhooked her bra and drew it over her head.
"Fuck bitch," Dirk said savagely as his hands lifted her tits for the men outside to see. "You're a fuck bitch and I want the men to see how much you love it. I'm going to let you take it out and suck me dry."
"Not here," she protested. "Not with all of them watching."
"You'll do what I fucking tell you," he said.
Dirk was really enjoying himself. The look of fear and humiliation on her face was arousing the animal in him. God, she was a good-looking bitch with all that blond hair around her face, her soft lips parted just as they'd be parted when he made her suck his cock. He knew the men standing around the truck would be jealous and that turned him on even more. He knew their jealousy would quickly turn to laughter if he didn't make her do as he wanted.
He had the thought that he might be going too fast. Raping her in the hayloft, while she moaned in pleasure was one thing. But taking her on a city street was another. There were too many people around to witness. She might even be able to have him put in jail.
The thought was gone immediately because she knew he was past the point of being able to control himself. His prick was hard and throbbing, ready to feel her soft lips around it. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her back against the far window. He put one hand around her throat.
"Do as I fucking tell you," he said softly. "You're going to take it out and suck it. You'll making me mad. Don't make me mad. I'll beat the hell out of you."
The fire didn't leave her eyes. She still looked as if she would cut his heart out if he gave her half the chance. But a look of resignation came to her face. She was smart enough to know when she had no choice, Dirk knew. This time there wasn't going to be anyone around to rescue her like there had been at the turkey shoot. This time she was damn well going to do what he wanted.
"All right," she said softly.
"You're not going to try to get away?" he asked.
"No," Sherry said. She knew she had little choice.
Sherry squirmed and trembled nervously. She wasn't fast enough to get away and one look in her cousin's eyes told her that he meant what he said about beating her up. She had to do as he asked. After all, it wasn't like the hadn't done it before.
Dirk moved away from her. His hot eyes ogled her tits, just like the men who stood around the truck. She didn't try to cover herself up. She looked defiantly at the men and noted a slight hint of shame in their eyes.
But the shame wasn't enough to overcome their excitement. They wanted to see this happen. It would be something to talk about for years afterward. Not one of them thought of stopping it. For one reason Dirk would have killed them. And even if they could stop Dirk, there was Tim to consider. Tim would certainly come for them and nobody in town could handle Tim.
"Get over here," Dirk said. "Take it out."
She moved across the seat until she was pressed close to him. She lifted her face up because she knew he wanted to kiss her and she felt his hard, bruising lips grinding against hers. She opened her lips as his fat tongue wiggled into her throat.
All the while his hands massaged her tits. Despite herself, she began to feel a little aroused. Her nipples were starting to grow hard. She willed herself to be cold. She thought of other things, or tried to. But all the time his fingers caressed her flesh and there was no use in her trying not to like it.
She was just too hot-blooded. She didn't want to be. She could still fed shame in her situation. But there was just something about a man's hands touching her that made her feel weak as jelly inside. It didn't matter what man. Any man could do it.
Dirk lowered his face to her throat and she felt his tongue making wet little patterns against her sensitive skin. She opened her eyes and she could see the hot, flushed faces of the men. It seemed like there were more men watching. She knew that each one of them lusted after her body. Each one of them wanted to be where Dirk was. The thought didn't turn her off. It made her hotter. She moaned softly as Dirk's teeth nipped at the top of her tits.
"God, baby," Dirk said. "I'm getting so fucking raunchy. Let's get it on."
Dirk leaned back against the window. His hand pressed against the back of her head and she allowed herself to be pushed down. His zipper was already partly undone. It was no problem undoing his belt and pulling his trousers apart. His zipper came down easily and she reached inside for his stiff cock.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and drew it out. She could hear the heavy breathing of the men outside. She knew that each of them would have a hard-on. The truck moved a little and she realized it because some of the men were rubbing themselves against it.
She pulled a strand of hair back from her face and lowered her mouth to the purplish knob. First she licked away the drop of jism at the tiny eye. She felt Dirk shudder with enjoyment. His fingers tightened against the back of her head.
She started licking all around his sensitive cock-head, covering his bloated knob with her saliva. She tasted a little more of his salty-flavored jism. She still had her fingers wrapped around the base and she moved her fingers gently up and down while she worked on his tiny hole with her tongue.
Her hair was back in her face and again she had to brush it back. She let go of his cock with her fingers and started running her tongue down the length of his stem. She groaned softly and his hips began to thrust up.
"Baby," he said. "I'm getting hot. Take my cock in your mouth."
She wasn't ready yet. All thought of pain and humiliation were gone. It always happened that way when she began to enjoy what she was doing as she was enjoying herself now. Damn it, she couldn't help it. She liked to suck cock. She could thrill to the sense of excitement at power she got when a man's cock was throbbing in her hand, and when her tongue could cause him to shiver.
It was one time when she had a man completely in her power. She started licking around the base of his cock, sucking up each of his balls and rolling them beneath her tongue. He was jerking at her hair, trying to get her to come up for the head of his cock.
She felt a little wetness against her cheek and she knew he was getting close. Quickly she raised her head. She opened her lips just above the blood-engorged knob. Slowly she sucked his prick between her full lips, thrilling to the collective gasps of all the men standing outside.
"That's it, fuck bitch," Dirk said. "That's it. I love it. Get my cock in real deep!"
She knew the men wore watching in disbelief as she kept sucking his prick into her mouth. She felt his cock-head press against the back of her throat and she still didn't have it completely in.
She willed herself to relax. She felt his cock-head slipping deeper into her throat. She closed her eyes as her cunt pew wet at the excited feeling of having a man's cock so deep in her throat. Still, she got him deeper. She could feel him pushing so deep that she thought he was going to end up in her stomach. It was a fantastic feeling. His magnificent throbbing prick filled her mouth completely.
"God," Dirk groaned. He had never had a girl take him that far into her mouth before. Another inch and… He felt himself slide deeper until his balls pressed against her lips and he could go no farther. He was shocked. It was impossible. Nobody could do that, but she was doing it.
"Oh Christ," Dirk groaned. "I can't hold it back! I can't stop it. Christ! Christ!"
He exploded into her mouth with the force of an erupting volcano. His thick jism went deep into her throat and she swallowed quickly to keep from choking. She hadn't been ready for him to come. She hadn't expected it that fast. Some of his thick jism escaped the sides of her mouth.
Dirk really didn't mind that. He wanted the men to see that she was really taking his cum. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. He hadn't realized she was such a good sucker. He had never had a better blow-job.
"Sweet Jesus," he gasped softly.
Sherry raised her head from his now-limp prick. She knew she had drained him and now her cunt was burning hot. Her panties were damp from her dripping juices. She knew she had to get away quickly or she would be begging men in the crowd. And she didn't think she could ever get over doing something like that.
"Let's go, Dirk," she pleaded with him.
He knew what was wrong with her. He slipped his rough hand between her legs and felt her damp panties. He laughed loudly and roughly.
"What's the matter, cunt?" he asked her. "All hot and ready? Maybe we could ask some of these nice gentlemen to help you out."
"No," Sherry begged. "Please, not that."
"You don't like any of these men?" he questioned.
"Please don't tease me," she said. "Let's go back. Let's go back right now."
Dirk looked around at the pinning faces. He knew any one of them would jump at the chance to put his cock in Sherry's cunt. And he damn well knew Sherry wouldn't protest for now she was hotter than a firecracker. He almost offered one of the men that chance but then he had a better idea. He knew a way to break Sherry's spirit.
"All right," Dirk said, "You don't like any of these men so I guess you'll have to do it yourself."
"What do you mean?" Sherry asked.
"Play with yourself," he said. "Spread those pretty legs and play with yourself. Let the nice man see you with your fingers in your cunt."
"No," Sherry whispered.
"Goddamn you!" he yelled. "Don't argue with me!"
She was half-second away from getting clobbered. She could see it in his eyes. She leaned back against the seat and pulled her skirt up. She could hear the grunts of admiration. She quickly slipped her panties down her legs and spread her legs. She closed her eyes because she couldn't stand to see the drools of the men.
She pushed two fingers inside herself and began to massage her cunt. She was already hot and it didn't take a moment before her hips were moving in response to her fingers. She knew it was depraved to show herself this way to all the hungry eyes, but she found herself leaning back more and spreading her thighs wider.
Her fingers searched until she found her sensitive clit and she began to frantically massage it. She felt the warmth spreading from her cunt all over her body. Tingly feelings went up her spine and made her skin burn.
"Oooooh," she groaned softly. "Oh, I'm making myself come! Oh, it feels so good! Oh my goodness!"
Her cunt got juicier as her fingers slipped out of herself. For a moment she couldn't seem to move and then she slowly became aware of the staring eyes.
"Put your panties, on, cunt," Dirk said. "You should have known you couldn't get away from me."
She pulled her panties back on. She was aware of the men laughing roughly as Dirk started the truck and jerked away from the curb. Ugly laughter that burned her ears. The way some men might laugh at a dirty joke.