Waking up at all was a surprise. There was a momentary flash of pain in my head as I opened my eyes, and my nostrils immediately filled with the scent of hay and straw. I squirmed, discovering that I lay in a pile of moist straw, with a single yellow bulb overhead. My flesh began to itch and I realized that I was completely naked.
"What – where…" I began, sitting up.
They came to me, out of the shadows. Luke and Randy, both of them grinning like shit-eating dogs. Consciousness became more general now, and I could see that I was in a barn, lying on the straw-strewn floor of a cow's stall.
"She looks even better when you peel her, don't she?" Randy admired, jerking his thumb in my direction. Even my shoes were gone. I sat up straight, resisting the impulse to cover myself with my hands. They had already seen me bare – my God, they had both raped me! It was too late to worry about modesty.
"Where am I?" I demanded to know. "Where have you brought me? Where are my clothes? If you don't tell me, I'll…"
"You'll what?" Luke wondered smugly, dropping to squat beside me.
He looked at me with a perverted kind of curiosity, then reached. I started back, but not fast enough to evade his hands. He grabbed me by the tits and began to squeeze them in his horny, callused fingers until I moaned and winced with dull pain.
"We just decided to keep you for a while," he told me as he fondled my tits in that crude, animalistic fashion. "Thought you was too good to let get away."
Randy knelt, too, and he placed a hand on one of my thighs. I looked down in panic, watching his fingers amble along my flesh, up and down, back and forth. A ticklish tingling shot through my legs, and they began to quiver uncontrollably. Randy grinned, and his fingers made a beeline for my cunt.
"Aaahhhhh!" I cried in protest.
He caught a handful of pussy hair and pulled as if he meant to jerk out my beaver by the roots. Two fingertips brushed the lips of my gash. That made him smile.
"Look," I gasped, regaining my breath, "if you think you're going to keep me here, you're both crazy!" I tried to shake them off, the way a cat tosses a rat. "Let me up," I said firmly. "I want to go."
It was time for the defiant, determined woman to put in her appearance. No, damn it, it was past time!
I'd taken too much from these cock-suckers already. I would take no more.
"Simmer down," Luke replied, and he pushed at my chest. I flopped onto my back in the straw.
Luke stood up, his hands going to his belt. Oh, my God, I thought, he's going to do it again!
He undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them fall. As gracefully as he could, Luke freed his feet of the fallen trousers, then peeled off his shirt. He had a trifle too many muscles, both for my esthetic sense and for my fear. He was built like a weight-lifter, and he looked as if he could crush me with his hands.
"Please," I said, changing gears instantaneously. "I don't want any more trouble. Just let me go. I won't even," I lied earnestly, "tell anyone what you did to me. I just want to go."
Luke knelt again, and he took his long limp cock in hand. Jiggling it a few times in my direction, he said, "Won't be no trouble at all, long as you do what you're told."
One of his hands reached for my head, catching a few dark wavy tresses, and he pulled me up. I came reluctantly, for his cock hung like a roadblock in the pathway of my face. Only a few more inches, I thought, and surely he must touch me with that ugly prick of his. A gorge stuck in my throat and my eyes began to water.
"Taste this," he invited, rubbing the tip of his soft pecker on my cheek and lips.
I shivered, and I tried to turn my face away, but Luke whipped my head around, then pressed his cock-head directly upon my mouth. It was a vicious-looking prick, long and very dark-colored, with a full foreskin, which his fingers peeled back now and then to give me brief glimpses of the slick, grape-like knob within. When not retracted, I estimated despairingly, his prepuce must extend perhaps an inch beyond the tip of his prick itself. God, how disgusting! It was the first uncircumcised tool I had ever seen, and I knew now that Jewish custom was correct in this matter, at least. A cock was ugly enough when the prepuce was cut away but with the damned thing intact, it was positively hideous.
And right now that prepuce and its hidden contents were slithering about on my lips as Luke tried to persuade me to suck on his prick. I closed my eyes and shook my head in dumb refusal.
"C'mon, you bitch!" he rasped, pulling my hair viciously.
I couldn't help it! I opened my mouth involuntarily as the urge to scream in pain possessed me, and when I opened, Luke jammed his prick into my mouth. He stopped yanking my hair and concentrated on feeding me his sausage.
"Urrrggghhhhh!!" I gagged as the tool pressed into my mouth, as it began to swell with passion from virtually the moment its barrel slid across my tongue. His cock had a foul, pervasive male taste and I felt as if I'd been ducked into a vat of ammonia.
"Suck my dick!" he yelled, pulling my ears.
I had no choice. His cock was growing in my mouth, engorging with blood, and my jaws strained as the bulk grew larger and larger. I thought my eyes were about to pop from their sockets. It felt as if the entire inside of my head were full of cock, overflowing with cock.
"Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck," he chanted, and as his prick swelled, he started fucking it in and out of my mouth. Not so far out that there was any chance of my losing it – no, I wasn't that lucky! He pulled back, so that only the head and a small portion of the shaft remained inside, then he prodded deeply forward, as if he meant to bury his dong in my gullet.
His foreskin had retracted with the erection of his dick, and Luke's knob brushed across my tongue as he mouth-fucked me. It was already leaking a thin watery ooze of male pre-coital fluids which I could taste. And that only reminded me that he was a man, therefore capable of oozing out quite a different kind of male fluid, the very thought of which made me long for the courage to bite off his cock during this degrading act.
"C'mon, suck my prick," he coaxed, punctuating those coaxes by pulling my ears.
One of his hands went down to pinch my nipples, and I squealed around the imbedded stalk of his cock. The squeal must have pleased him, because he patted my cheek and started pumping his rod a little more energetically.
I had no choice. I was only a victim. My God – a victim! What else might I be a victim of? I had thought that their only interest was in fucking me, there in the truck bed. That I could escape safely once they'd satisfied their crazy lusts. But here I was, in a falling-down barn, with a cock fucking my mouth. It looked as if Round Two were beginning. How many more rounds did Luke and Randy have in mind??
Even worse, there are men who take pleasure in first raping women and then – and then killing them. From the rapist's viewpoint, the idea must have some merit. It takes care of potential witnesses. Were these men like that? Would they kill me when they'd finished degrading and abusing my body?
"I can't wait," Randy put in. "I'm gonna fuck her now."
"Go ahead," Luke invited, like a generous host.
His cock kept thrusting into my mouth as I sucked it helplessly. My tongue began to flit around the shaft while it moved in and out – not because I wanted to. I hoped that a little participation from me would make him come faster, that I would be a tiny bit closer to possible escape from these brothers and their degenerate lusts.
There was a rustle of clothing and even without looking I knew that Randy was hurrying to undress. In a few moments his hands were on my legs, spreading them, his frame sliding between. I could have been tight and immovable, but it wouldn't have gained anything. They'd already cuffed and slapped me – they'd pay for it, too, if there were a God of justice – and I didn't want to find out how much violence Randy and Luke were willing to practice upon a defenseless woman.
"Spread 'em," Randy insisted, and I opened my legs until my hip joints ached.
It was a shameful thought to know that my cunt must now be completely exposed to his eyes, and, I was glad that my own were closed tightly while I concentrated on sucking Luke's cock. Hut I could feel the air touching my cunt-lips, and I knew that I was split like a porno-magazine gatefold, lacking only the shimmer of baby oil with which cunt models decorate themselves for extra sparkle. Randy's prick touched my pussy, working around the tight, resistant cunt-mouth, and my hips began to writhe uncontrollably.
It had the effect of stimulating him further, and he began to writhe with me, his dick-head prodding at my cuntal opening. Randy's swiveling hips carried the point of his fuck-stick into my gash, and the tight, clinging lips yielded just enough to allow him a beachhead. He had a slightly easier time with his beachhead than the Marines had on Tarawa; two strokes more and he was in my cunt, fucking like a demon. Apparently my dryness didn't hurt him, for he didn't let up on his attacks, and gradually my cunt began to moisten around his cock in automatic response. I was almost grateful, for the first few fuck-strokes were like driving a square peg into a round hole and my response, albeit unwilled, made the whole thing as comfortable as it could possibly be.
Randy grabbed my legs and raised them, using them like levers as he plowed my furrow. I could hear him grunting and groaning, and I could certainly feel the ramming penetrations of his prick, but most of my conscious attention was devoted to Luke's cock in my mouth. My hips and groin ached from the lusting urgency of Randy's attack, and my jaws felt as if they'd been pulled out of socket where I struggled to do something to hasten Luke toward his climax.
They were big-pricked, both the brothers, and they used their pricks with all the subtlety and finesse of jackhammer operators tearing up a street. I was battered and banged from both ends, and I wondered from time to time if my body could even endure this rough usage. And there seemed to be no let-up. They'd both raped me in turn, how long ago? Had I been out for an hour? Through a crack in the barn wall I had noticed sunlight outside, just before they set upon me for this second assault, so it couldn't be much later than when I had first met them. And here they were again, both with hard-ons, both horny, both eager to have a go at me.
"Suck my cock harder," Luke commanded. "I'm gettin' ready to come!"
That was the best news I'd heard all day. The sooner he discharged his vile sperm into me, the sooner his cock would go soft, and the sooner I'd be at least half-delivered from this rape-bondage. I let my tongue play around the driving shaft of his rod, and I pulled in my cheeks to create a vacuum on it. Come, you bastard, I was praying silently.
Come and get it over with!
And then he was coming, shooting my mouth full of enormous thick gobs of jism. I hadn't tasted male seed in years, so perhaps my imagination had magnified the disgusting qualities of sperm. At any rate, I'd been willing myself not to vomit at the first ejaculation, but as his cum flowed, I found that it really didn't taste so awfully bad, after all. Not pleasant, certainly, but I couldn't detect the spoiled-fish flavor I seemed to recall. His cum was thick and very warm and sticky, and it began to ooze down my throat in a slow viscous dripping. Luke had me by the head, so I couldn't do anything but swallow, and he kept on squirting into me, as if he meant to make sure that I didn't go hungry.
Randy had my legs very high, sticking up at right angles to my crotch, it felt to me, and while the small of my back was touching the floor, my ass was slightly uplifted, suspended on his dick. He rammed his cock up me with sure, fast strokes that sometimes went deep, sometimes played coyly around the sensitive ring of flesh at the mouth of my pussy. As he fucked me, he gave my legs and feet little jerks that caused my cunt to twist and wiggle around his plunging prick.
That seemed to do something to me. I couldn't say what, for most of my attentions still centered around the spurting cock in my mouth, but a warm feeling started to build in my cunt. As Randy kept on plugging away, that feeling clung and held. I was astonished to find my pussy beginning to thrust back at him during the attacks – as if I were participating too.
No! I told my body. Don't encourage them! And even though my mind stayed as chaste and as removed as it had ever been, I knew that I was drifting into a replay of that rather disgusting incident that had occurred the first time they raped me. A come was building in my cunt, a come that I could neither restrain nor delay, and Randy's cock was fucking it out of me.
"Mmmmmmmppppphhhh!!" I warbled around Luke's cock as little flares began to explode in my pussy.
It wasn't natural, it wasn't right, but I couldn't stop it. My body was reacting the way a woman's body is supposed to respond to sex. Apparently, my stupid body didn't know the difference between sex and brutality.
It was nothing to be ashamed of, really. My pussy snapped at Randy's cock, twitching as if I were seeking to milk the cum out of him, but my heart and mind were still repulsed by what was happening.
"Mmmmmmmm!" I whined with Luke's cock rigid in my sperm-coated mouth. They could conquer my body, perhaps, but they'd have to wait for a cold day in hell before they overwhelmed my spirit.
That day in the prison laundry room when the dykes had gang-shagged me and Angela; I'd orgasmed then, too, with a pair of women working on me with fingers and tongues and a thick rubber diddle-stick, with another cunt mounted on my face for me to suck and lick. It hadn't been pleasant to think that I could still respond in such circumstances, but then, too, it had been a response of my body alone. And now it was happening again.
But it was different now, in a way. These were men, and they were using me for their shallow male pleasures. The dykes in the penitentiary had, at least, been women, the sex I preferred to make love with. Indeed, their attack had helped to propel me into a conscious declaration of my lesbian inclinations. Luke had just filled my mouth and throat with his cum, and Randy was screwing toward a repeat performance in my cunt. Under no circumstances would this brutality return me to a desire to be fucked by other men. When this was all over – and I knew that sometime or other it must be over – I would take my revenge.
Luke jerked his hard cock out of my mouth, and I choked, filling my lungs with the barn's hay-scented air. There was also a pungent stench of male sweat, which sickened me, and I coughed in reply to it. Luke's cum was still thick in the corners of my mouth and around the entrance of my throat. It had begun to dry somewhat, and the taste grew unpleasant in the extreme.
But before I could ask for a drink of water, my unwilling orgasmic flashes struck and blazed, and I was astonished to find myself humping at Randy where he fucked me. Even more astonished to hear myself screaming like a fucking nymphomaniac!
"Cooomnmmeee! Coommiinnggg!"
My legs were high, and they seemed to operate with a mind of their own. I wrestled them out of Randy's grasp and wrapped them around his neck, toes wriggling as I tied them tightly. My pussy sucked and swallowed his thrusting rod, and I blushed from head to navel in shame. But I couldn't stop it. The muscles of my cunt were tippling around his hard-driving cock and I was still moaning and purring my come, with a slight husk in my voice, thanks to the jism that still clogged my throat.
It was a good come for me, much more vibrant than I'd dreamed possible, though it couldn't compare in any way to the ones I had as a matter of course with Angela.
Angela. Damn Angela! If it hadn't been for that mother-fucking faithless bitch, I'd be in a warm bed in Boonesfield right now, purring wards of love into the cunt of the woman who had meant so much to me. But I wasn't. She'd thrown me out of her life and I had stumbled into a picture out of Erskine Caldwell – I was being gang-banged in a barn by a pair of hillbilly louts whose blood I ached to spill.
And I was coming like a bandit! Thrusting my pussy up to meet Randy's steady fuck-strokes, clutching my tits where I half-lay, half-sat in a pile of old straw, and my nipples were hard as rocks between my fingers. I tweaked them endlessly, cupped my tits from beneath, squeezing, fondling, coaxing every ounce of reaction out of my flesh, as if I meant to degrade myself fully now. Perhaps that way I could savor my revenge so much more when the time came.
Luke thrust his dick into my face. It was red and hard, and dripping stray bubbles of jism. At the tip, his foreskin had retracted about halfway down the head, so that the wet swollen knob, purple as a grape, protruded slightly. He took his prick in hand, working the layer of loose outer flesh, alternately exposing and concealing his knob. The old shell game, I thought in my flashes of conscious reflection. Now you see it, now you don't.
"Lick me clean," he commanded, working his prick back and forth across my lips. Moaning as my orgasm persisted, I extended my tongue and glided it over Luke's prong. God, didn't his cock ever get soft? It was as fucking rigid as it'd been during my blow-job on demand, and it showed no signs of going limp.
"Mmmmmm, yeahhhhhh," he groaned. "You got a tongue like velvet, honey. Lick me some more! Oh, right on! Damn it to shit, Randy, get your dick out of her! I need a little piece of nookie, right now!"
My snatch, feeding on Randy's cock, was as reluctant to let it go as I was humiliated to have it there in the first place. I suffered the indescribable shame of feeling my twat gobble Randy's dick while he tried to obey his brother's command and pull it out of me. Little fish-snaps of my pussy-lips teased and coaxed him, and those ripples of excitement continued even when he jerked his cock free and I saw it lancing above me, red and swollen from sex.
"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" I moaned, no longer certain what I wanted. My cunt had been opened, now it was empty. There was an itching emptiness between my legs and I writhed in uncertainty.
But only for a moment! Luke switched places with his brother and that emptiness was suddenly full of the thickest, hardest prick I had ever seen, let alone felt inside me.
"Aaaaaihheeeee!!" I screamed when he tickled my clit with his knob, then slipped it up my cunt without missing a stroke.
My snatch was crammed with pecker, and I could feel the throbbing of his race-tempo pulse as it shuddered through the barrel of that pecker. Like a vibrator buzzing away inside me, that pulsating beat skittered along the walls of my cunt with his strokes.
I bucked upward, throwing my pussy at him, and he took it with his tool. His fingers dropped into the fray, and he placed them alongside the splayed lips of my cunt, pushing my gash together, so to speak, around the buried length of his root. Again and again he brushed a fingertip across my swollen, throbbing clit, and again and again I burst into unwanted but irresistible orgasmic upheavals.
"Lookit her goin' to town," Randy chuckled. "Acts like she ain't had no cock in years. Hell's fire, do you think me and you can take care of her all by ourselves?"
"Fuck if I know," Luke grunted, putting it to me.
"But if we can't handle her, we'll whistle up Ole Blue and let him shove her a few inches, too. Hell, he's just like one of the family. Go holler for him."
Who or what was Ole Blue? I wondered, but I didn't wonder for very long, because I couldn't seem to train my consciousness upon anything. I had never climaxed like this with a man before; God, the only comparable comes I'd known were the magical ones with Angela. What did it mean? Probably – hopefully – no more than that I was starved for love and sex, open to the attacks of whoever happened to attack me when I most needed it.
Moral values tended to fade in that setting. A come was a come, after all. Some were better but all were good. Perhaps this one would give me the strength I needed to escape, to get revenge on Luke and Randy. I could have murdered them easily, even after the orgasms they were bringing me to. Those orgasms were a taunting and a sneer at me, at my sense of womanhood. Randy and his brother would pay for them.
"Hell with Ole Blue," Randy scoffed. "Let him find his own pussy. I got me a hard-on, and I'm gonna get rid of it real soon. Open up wide, honey, 'cause I got me a big one and I want you to suck it real nice and sweet, the way you did ole Luke's dingus."
Even as he spoke, he was moving into position, caressing his pecker as he readied it for my mouth. My eyes were blurred, but that big dick of his cut through the blur and I saw it coming nearer and nearer, and I knew I'd have to suck it, that there was no other way. I opened my mouth as he stroked his cock on my lips, and he thrust right into my wet cave.
The taste of his prick was incredible, especially when compared to Luke's. And as soon as I began to suck his rod, I knew why. Randy had been screwing into my churning, orgasmic cunt, and his barrel was thickly coated with my juices. I had drunk them often enough from Angela's mouth to know how they tingled on my tongue, and it was magical in a way to receive them here, now, from the shaft of Randy's prong. I began to suck his cock with growing interest, lashing it with my tongue, slurping up the sweet savors of my own cunt.
"Goddamn," Luke panted, "why in the hell didn't you suck my cock that way, bitch?"
He punctuated the question with a couple of deep, piercing jabs that irritated the tip of my womb but which passed by me almost unnoticed. Randy was musky with my pussy essences, and drinking them from his hard thick cock was the only way I could retain any sense of self-respect in this entire episode of degradation.
I caught him by the balls and made his cock jiggle in my loosely clutching mouth. He hummed in appreciation and patted the top of my head. My tongue raced up and down his shaft, and once or twice I even allowed his rod to slip free while my tongue flitted south along his tool to pick up stray drops of my cream that had caught in his crotch hair or even – God help me! – on the dangling sac of his nuts. I licked his cock like a slut, and there seemed to be no end of the fragrance of me on his meat. Or perhaps that was only the way it appeared to me! I couldn't have coated him so thickly in my girl-cum.
On the other hand, Luke's dick swished as it slammed time and again into my wet, dripping hole, and this time there was absolutely no sexual pain. He entered my hole easily, and my rippling cunt muscles swallowed his prick hungrily. It was better, so much better, than the encounter in that Goddamned truck bed. I could almost get to like this, I thought madly, sluttishly, wishing almost immediately that the thought had never crossed my mind.
My hand locked around the root of Randy's tool and I pulled it into my mouth.
"Suck my cock deep," he commanded, and I swallowed as if I meant to take his tool all the way down my throat.
I couldn't stop myself. My head pistoned up and down on his shaft, and my fingers made a viselike grip on the base, and I twisted and pulled his dick while I sucked it eagerly.
And when he came, when that huge dammed-up flood of jism burst into my gulping mouth – what can I say? I drank Randy's seed, and I sucked him and shucked him till he shot out more, and still my lips nibbled at his knob, teasing it, coaxing it, begging it to drench me with still more of his sticky white fuck-cream.
In another moment Luke had jammed his belly against mine and he was filling my cunt with the fluid of his own orgasm. My hole was nearly raw from the constant in-out frictioning of pricks, but my pussy had enough energy left to lock itself around his rod, and he came into my orgasm, cock wagging about friskily where it was thrust up the full length of my cunt-tube. My legs came up, wrapped around him, and he seized my tits.
"Drink my cum," Randy whispered, sounding fully as exhausted as I was.
Luke seemed not to have the strength to abuse my tits the way he had before. His body lay upon mine, heavy, burdensome, and I could feel his cock melting in my gash. Randy's cock began to go soft, too, and with a last little squirt it slackened and eased from my tips. Surplus jism leaked from my mouth, and I could feel a similar hot wet oozing at my snatch, the bubbles of Luke's cum dribbling their way into the crack of my ass. Beneath Luke I gave one final shudder before my legs surrendered their hold on his body and I lay beneath him, limp, sprawled, nearly senseless.
They rose, whewing and trying to laugh. "Woman like that could kill a man," Randy sighed, and his brother agreed.
"Die with a smile on your face the fuckin' undertaker'd never wipe off though."
Both of them laughed. I couldn't.
The memory of my climactic explosion was too strong, too painful. What had they done to me?
They'd not only abused my body through the brutality of rape, they had forced my body to respond and, in the process, assaulted my spirit as well. Oh, God, they'd pay! I'd make sure they paid!
"See?" Luke asked. "An' you was afraid we'd get ourselves in trouble. Damn, I told you soon as we seen her tryin' to flag us down, I said, 'There's a piece of tail for you an' me, little brother.' Now didn't I tell you that?"
"Damn sure did," Randy agreed. "You said 'She's got tits and ass enough to keep the whole Marine Corps happy'. And damn if she don't, Luke."
It was almost as if I weren't present at all. They talked about me in a strange, alienating fashion that left me feeling like an eavesdropper on some private conversation. Randy prodded me with his bare toes.
"Roll over," he said, pushing me harder when I didn't comply at once.
"Fuck off!" I snapped, and then he kicked me in the ribs. I rolled over.
Randy knelt behind me, and he spread the cheeks of my butt.
"Lookathere," he told his brother. "See that little brown asshole, with a few little kinks of hair curlin' around it? That's where I wanta put my pecker, big brother. Right up her poop-chute."
He prodded my bung with his finger, as if to make sure I hadn't missed the point. I squirmed and squealed. "Looks tight as fuck, don't it? Betcha she'll do some squealin' when I give her old Pete there, won't she?"
There was another finger on me then, a slightly bigger finger, and it pushed more insistently at my asshole. That had to be Luke, I decided, for it was a cruelly gauging finger that seemed determined to breach my sphincter and bury itself in my unprotected rectum.
"I've seen plenty tighter," he volunteered, still gouging at my asshole, "and they always opened up big enough to take my prick."
"Get her shoe," I heard Luke say. "It's got one of them thick high heels. Little bigger'n a carbine barrel, but it oughta do the trick. I'll widen her out for you, an' you can have first digs at her ole shit-hole."
I went cold all over, and I started to crawl away. God only knew where I could find a hiding place, but I was determined to try. The evil perversion of these men staggered me, and for the first time I seriously wondered if I could hope to escape their clutches at all.
Luke caught my ankle as I moved, and I went flop onto my belly. "Don't run away," he said. "You're gonna like this."
And then – then it was one of those miracles people want to believe in but which seem so impossible. I heard a car, so close it might have been in the next stall.
"Ssshhh," Randy grinned to Luke, who nodded, and I heard the slamming of car doors. Voices. Human voices. Just outside the bar, I was positive.
Oh, God, I might never have another chance! I looked at the brothers, estimating my chances, and then I took a deep breath.
"Help me for the love of God!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, screamed so hard my chest ached.
Luke was on me in a second, slamming me down upon the straw, his hand covering my mouth. "Damn," he whispered into my face, "I wish to shit you hadn't gone and hollered like that."
There was a cruel glimmer in his eyes and I closed my own in terror.