Even with my eyes closed I knew that someone was entering the barn. The door creaked and a breath of fresh outside air drifted in. I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything because of the high sides of the cow stall where I lay.
"What the hell's this squallin' about?" demanded a harsh, nasal male voice. An older man, certainly. Could he – would he – exert himself to save me?
"Oh, shit, Pa," griped Randy, rising to his feet. "She's done and spoilt the surprise we had for you."
The surprise? I thought. Had I made a mistake? And then they came around the edge of the cow stall.
There were three people, though I'd only heard the man's voice, and I looked towards them, my head sinking a little further.
The man was tall and skinny, with a face like a buzzard – all nose and sharp-pointed features. A mean pinched face that seemed to match perfectly his raspy voice. His ears were large and prominent, and he had perhaps eleven hairs on his wrinkled scalp. His mouth was a wide slash whose corners twisted upward when he got a sight of me, stretched naked in the straw beside his son Luke.
There were two girls with him. Neither could have been more than fifteen or sixteen, and they flanked him on each side. One was dark, sullen-pretty with a plumpish, red-lipped face. She was also extraordinarily pregnant, her belly so swollen that I wondered if she might not be ready to give birth on the spot. She leaned her head to one side and stared at me curiously, but with a bland indifference in her eyes that reminded me of a snake's gaze. I didn't like her.
The other was a pale slim blonde, with long hair, very straight and parted in the middle. It dropped to her shoulders and the edges were unevenly trimmed, as if she'd cut her own hair without the aid of a mirror. She wore a cheap cotton print dress that had seen better days. The colors were faded, and the garment itself was too short, too tight to be quite stylish. The hem struck her at mid-thigh and revealed most of her long, slim legs. They were lovely legs, and I wondered why I should take any note of that fact, given my own situation.
She was young, and mature in some ways. Her body was prettily developed, and frankly displayed by the tight dress. I had a definite impression of round, high tits and a slender waist. But her face was childlike, sweet after a fashion, the pale flesh set off between the falls of silver-gold hair. Her mouth was tiny, her nose small and perfect, and her eyes a blue-gray.
"Oh," she said in a soft light voice, and her eyes fixed upon me where I lay. I stared back at them, and they were the saddest, most haunting eyes I had ever seen. For a moment I could forget my own problems, as I wondered what could have given this young girl such a gaze of heart-tugging sadness. My heart leaped out to her, across the six or seven feet of space separating us, and well, I can't explain it. Does anyone still hold a brief for love at first sight?
"Where'd you get her?" It was the pregnant girl who'd spoken. She had her hands on her hips, belly thrust towards me as she stared.
"We found her," Randy said, showing no embarrassment at being naked in front of his father and the two women, which gave me a degree of insight into the makeup of this family, if a family it really was. I wondered who might be the creator of that swelling abdomen.
"Yeah," Luke yawned, rearranging his cock and balls. He slapped me on the ass. "She's hotter'n a cheap automatic. We thought we'd bring her home as a present for you, Pa. All of us need a little recreation lately, with Patty growin' punkins in her belly."
"Well, I'll be Goddamned," the old man said, stepping closer.
He stared me up and down, and I was excruciatingly conscious of my nudity. But Pa had the kind of eyes that can make a woman feel naked, even when she's fully dressed.
"Who is she? She from around here? You could get your asses into a hell of a lot of trouble draggin' off women that belong to anybody."
"No, Pa, she's from Massachusetts. Just passin' through. Her car run over the hill, so we give her a lift."
"And about twenty inches," Luke interjected. "Go ahead and give her a try, Pa. She's got enough to handle all of us."
"Damn, boys, I don't know if I like it. Seems to me there's laws against this kind of stuff."
For the first time I spoke. "Of course there are! So why in the hell don't you tell your sons to give me my clothes and let me get out of here? I have been raped and assaulted and…"
"And you oughta feel that pussy of hers when it starts suckin' on the shaft of your dick," Randy interrupted, digging his big toe into my crotch.
Flushing, I doubled into a ball and tried to dislodge him.
"Oh, hell, Pa, we wouldn't have to hunt strange cunt if you'd let us take a crack at Emmylou. And Patty's too damn big-bellied to fuck. We gotta have something!"
Pa stepped back defensively, and he put his arms around the young blonde girl who had attracted me so much. She flushed when he touched her, but the old man held her tightly, in a parody of protection. One of his hands went low – I knew that he was holding her by the ass – while the other stretched across her tits, taking advantage of the position to cop some sneaky feels. He grinned lewdly.
"Now, boys, you know damn well I promised your mother on her deathbed that wouldn't nobody lay a finger on this little girl till she turned sixteen."
"Nobody fuckin' worried about me," Patty observed, rubbing her belly.
"That's different," Pa replied. "You was a daughter, an' this little girl ain't."
He squeezed one of her tits, and Emmylou shivered visibly. I stared at her face, and she stared at mine, and somehow we seemed to communicate with our eyes alone. My sympathy flowed out, and I could finally understand why she had such a wistful, sad cast to her blue-gray eyes.
"Well, come on, Pa," Randy offered. "Give her little ole pussy a try. She's still good and hot for it."
His toe burrowed into my cunt and I squirmed in discomfort. That unexpected orgasmic high was past, and once again I felt like an animal brought to the stud farm.
"This is pretty sudden, boys," Pa demurred. "I ain't even got my horn up."
Patty, the pregnant one, sighed, and eased onto her knees. She moved slowly, like an elephant doing tricks, and she reached for Pa's zipper. He slapped her fingers, turning to Emmylou, the sad-eyed girl I couldn't take my gaze from.
"You do it," he told her. "You get my cock hard."
She looked at me for a moment, and it was as if she were trying to speak to me with her eyes. They were full of sorrow, and I could share that sorrow. Then Emmylou knelt and I didn't know if I could bear to watch. She unzipped the old man's pants and reached inside with a trembling hand, drawing his cock into the light.
"Suck it for me now, Emmylou," he encouraged her. "Suck it real sweet and purty."
She stretched his prick in her hand, looking at it for a moment, and then she moved her face closer and I heard her smack a kiss onto the barrel. It didn't sound like an enthusiastic kiss to me, but perhaps I was only projecting myself into Emmylou. I don't know why – something about her appealed to me very much. She was only a child, but she made my body tingle.
"Suck it, girl," he repeated, and Emmylou opened her mouth.
It was a slightly bigger mouth than appeared from a distance, and she swallowed his cock, cheeks pulling in as it entered her. Pa grabbed the girl by the head and pulled her a little closer to him, swiveling his crotch as he fed his dick into her mouth.
"Oh, shit," Patty grumbled. "She don't know shit from apple butter about suckin' a dick."
"Bet you do," Luke grinned, tapping her shoulder.
Slowly Patty turned, her face brightening when she saw Luke's cock almost erected and within reach. She grabbed his tool with both hands and leaned in, her maternity blouse swaying, and she began to suck his cock.
"Me, too," Randy put in, and he stepped closer to the pregnant cock-sucker.
He rubbed her cheek with the tip of his prick, until it began to stiffen, and Patty reached up to grab it with her hand. She pulled and shucked Randy's cock while she sucked Luke's, and then she opened her mouth, shifting to the other brother for a bit of gobbling.
Patty had an enthusiastic technique. She ate prick with loud smacking noises, and her head moved like a dynamo on whichever cock happened to be in her mouth at the moment. She didn't appear to care, for she moved to Luke and back to Randy in quick, frenzied questing, her lips set in what appeared to be a permanent O of acceptance. Into that O those cocks thrust, and Patty sucked. It was too bad for her that she hadn't sucked the prick that filled her belly with sperm. Apparently it was too bad for me as well, because her unfuckable status had been the stated reason for my abduction.
Emmylou was sucking without much enthusiasm, and Pa's cock grew in her mouth.
"Good girl," Pa told her, patting the pale blonde tresses. "Suck a little harder. I think I'm almost ready."
When he allowed her to remove her mouth, his dick thrust out in a gnarled erection. There was a slight bend at the middle, and a cocking, if you'll forgive the expression, to one side. An ugly prick, as pricks went, but to me all pricks are ugly, and if this one was determined to bury itself in my cunt, I couldn't do any more to prevent it than I could with Luke and Randy.
"Out of the way," he told Emmylou, pushing her aside.
He undid the belt and fastenings of his trousers, and they fell to his ankles. Emmylou sighed and helped him out of the fallen pants, and without a look at the young girl, he moved towards me, cock extended rigidly.
"Lay down," he told me, kneeling beside me in the straw.
He grabbed one of my hands and jerked it towards his waiting cock.
I grimaced as he fitted my hand around his tool, and I was totally conscious of Emmylou's eyes upon me and Pa. Oh, God, I didn't want her to see me humiliated like this! I looked at the girl, apologizing with my eyes, and I saw that she was staring fixedly at me. Again our eyes and hearts were in communication, and only that back-and-forth messaging enabled me to endure the next few minutes.
I stretched on the straw, and Pa moved between my legs. He hovered above me, his hands testing the roundness and curvature.
"Damn my ass," he sighed, "she's got a reg'lar pair of melons, don't she?"
"They taste even better than the feel," Luke contributed. "Real sugar-tits, Pa. Go ahead. Give em a suck."
"Damn if I won't," he agreed, bending down and licking at my nipples.
They stiffened against his tongue, and he pulled my teats into his mouth for some hard, toothful oral work. His incisors ground on the curves of my tits, and I ached from the cruel intensity of his action.
At the same time he had a hand in my crotch, fingers digging into my slit, prying my cunt open. I was wet from the last couple of rape-attacks, and he entered my hole easily, but that didn't ease the shame I felt.
Over his shoulder I could see Patty, still switching back and forth from Randy's cock to Luke's, while Emmylou knelt dejectedly by herself.
"C'mere, lazy," Patty gasped, removing one hand red tool. "You, damn it all!" And Emmylou moved slowly on her knees, obeying Patty's command. "Suck on Randy's cock," she told the girl. "I got all I can handle with Luke."
"Open up," Randy ordered, steering his dick towards Emmylou's reluctant mouth.
She opened, and the prick jammed inside. It was hard and stiff, and he thrust so deeply I heard her groan in pained resistance. He grabbed a handful of her pale blonde hair and pulled until she moaned again, and her acceptance became a little more complete. He pushed at her mouth, thrusting until his balls grazed her chin, and he ground his crotch against her face, soaking his cock in her wet mouth.
At almost the same moment Pa reached down, grasped his prick, and slammed it into my cunt. He was still sucking my tits, and I was looking down at the bald, wrinkled top of his ugly head when his rod entered my cunt, and I couldn't repress the urge to scream.
"Goddamn, boys, she's tight!" he grunted, working against the tightness he had mentioned.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" I cried shrilly, scooting backwards slightly, through the straw, in a vain attempt to escape the somewhat bent rod that had invaded me. The kink in Pa's tool made accepting it an agony. He thrust harder, sinking more of his rod in my hole.
His cock was thick and long, though not quite so big as his son Luke's. His ramming thrust carried his rod up my vaginal chute, reaming out the tender internal machinery of my pussy, and he sank upon me, still ramming, still humping. I hoped he was on a short fuse.
"Uhhhh! Unnnggghhhh!" I whined, shaking each time he stabbed me, and Pa hung on for dear life, as if he were fearful I might buck him off. If only I could have!
In, out. In, out. Plunging like a sickle cutting weeds, Pa fucked. I was stretched out, flat on my back, knees slightly uplifted. He reached back, grabbed one leg, and slung it across his ass.
"Hang on, honey," he panted. "I'm just gettin' started!"
I'd been afraid of that. I touched his shoulders – not to embrace him, but to depress one arm so I could look over its blockade. I wanted to look at Emmylou, to see what they were subjecting her to, to reassure her with my eyes.
She was still on her knees sucking Randy's prick. He played with her pale blonde hair while she accepted his pecker-thrusts, and every few strokes he humped viciously against her, burying his root in the quivering portals of her mouth. I could see her shiver each time she was so abused, and my heart wept for her. What had they said? Something about promising not to lay a finger on her till she was older? It looked like a broken promise to me. Perhaps I'd have a chance later to talk to the girl, to hold her hand even, to promise her that she still had a chance to get away from this obscene debauchery. As much chance as I had?
Luke groaned mightily, and I knew that he was spilling his seed into Patty's suckling mouth. The pregnant teenager lifted up as the dick gushed, and I saw a dribble of cum spill from the petulant curve of her lower lip. She grabbed his nuts and the root of his tool and set about hand-jobbing him, as if she were starved for the taste of his sperm.
"Ya-haaaaaaaaa!!" He whooped, and emptied into her.
"Hurry up, Emmylou," Randy grunted. "I wanta get my rocks off, too!"
The girl sighed visibly, her small round tits heaving inside the tight dress. She withdrew part of his cock from her mouth and took hold of it the way Patty had grasped Luke. Her fist began to work up and down on Randy's dong, so fast she bumped herself in the small, widely stretched mouth every time she moved, and, unless my eyesight was failing, I was pretty sure I could see tears rolling down her pale cheeks. One of her eyes was fixed upon me – I couldn't see the other – and the mist blurring that blue-gray eye was heart-wrenching. Obviously Emmylou was being exploited against her will, just as I was. We had that in common.
And she was so beautiful. Maybe I have a weakness for blondes. The first three or four men I allowed to fuck me were all blond, and I used to ask Angela why she didn't dye her mousy hair a honey shade. Emmylou's hair was an extremely pale-hued yellow, almost platinum, and she had the creamiest skin I had ever seen. Her body was young and prettily developed, but her face was that of a child – a lovely, appealing child. Except for the eyes, which bespoke a knowledge of evil no child ought to have. If she were mine, I thought, if only she were mine. Her eyes would never weep again. I'd kiss away all her tears, and I'd kiss a smile onto that tiny bow of a mouth. I'd cup her little tits in my hands, squeezing them so gently, like the delicate fragile treasures they were, and when I adored them with my mouth, I'd show Emmylou what tenderness was all about. Emmylou – such a fragile, totally feminine name. I liked it, and I liked her.
"Oh, God," I said, overwhelmed by the enormity of the passion I felt for that lonely, lovely child. She stirred, turning her head as far in my direction as she could despite the hard cock between her lips, and I wondered if she was thinking about me. Christ, it was no time to be falling in love! I was already a captive, in danger for my very life! And all I could think about was spreading the legs of that darling young girl and eating her cunt till she screamed with passion and love.
Pa was still fucking my ass off but my fantasies of little Emmylou interposed themselves and gave me precisely that bar against reality I needed then. It was no longer the goaty old man who mounted me, fucked me like an animal, abused my delicate cunt with the hard shaft of his ramming rod. And it wasn't his obscenely bald head which I gazed down upon, nor his snaggy uneven teeth which nibbled my tits. No! Emmylou had come to me, had thrust the vicious old man aside, and she lay upon my body, her slim legs intertwined with mine.
Our cunts ground together, hers a child's pussy but advancing with each passing moment a step closer to glorious womanhood, and mine a woman's cunt eagerly guiding hers down that loving road. Not for us the agonizing, rip-it-out slam-bang-thrust of man/woman sex. We had found the better way, the perfect way. Her snatch dripped honey into my cunt and sucked up the juices I was leaking in such loving abundance.
She raised her face, lips parted innocently. Mine rushed to join them. Our mouths came together, my tongue thrusting into her warm oral cavity. A second's hesitation, as if she weren't sure how to respond, and then she was sucking hungrily on my tongue, bumping her twat against mine with more and more erotic frenzy, until we came together, orgasmed, climaxed, CAME, in a flutter of heads beating a mile a minute and throbbing of ecstatic clits as they pounded together, together, together. My body leaped up, up, into the throes of a churning come, and I locked my feet around the body which covered mine. I clawed flesh with my fingers, reaching low to paw the hips, pulling high to stroke the shoulders. My mouth opened and I was ready to receive a kiss from my lover, and it came.
The mouth that touched mine was slobbery wet, and the breath issuing from it was like inhaling the stench from a public toilet.
I spat, my eyes clearing, and I was horrified to discover that Pa had clamped his mouth onto mine. Neither of his sons had even bothered to try kissing me. I'd have killed them if they had, for to me a kiss is a token to be reserved for moments of love and affectionate tenderness. Not a fart to be thrown into the winds whenever my stomach filled with gas and a fart is what Pa's mouth reminded me of.
He thrust his tongue into me, despite the spitting I had done, and I bit him with a hearty good will. He moaned, lifting his face, and if he hadn't been struck with his own orgasm at precisely that moment, I'm certain he'd have struck me. I'd been slapped around a lot today, and I didn't like it.
Even less did I care for the agitated jerking of Pa's dick in my cunt, the shudders and convulsions of which told me he, too, was dumping a load of stinking cum into my depths. My pussy was throbbing with release at the time, certainly, but it had nothing to do with any of the men who'd used me today. I had done it all by myself, with that pathetic little fantasy about young Emmylou, and it was a marvelous come in spite of everything.
"Aggggghhhhhh! I'm coommiiinnggg!!" he yowled across my face, blinding me, sickening me with his stinking breath, and he didn't need to speak because it was so obvious that his prick was out of control. It thrust and snaked inside my cunt, and each wiggle meant that another glob of pecker-snot had squirted into my ravaged, abused cunt. But at least, thank God, he was finished. I was pretty certain old Pa wouldn't be able to work up another boner to use on me. Not soon, at least.
Over his shoulder I saw the girl Emmylou still engaged in blowing Randy. She moved her hand with a weary desperation, socking herself again and again as she struggled to bring him off. At the moment of release, however, the hold of her mouth slacked and Randy's prong jumped out. She tried to get it back inside, but there wasn't enough time. He put his hand on her forehead, pushing her face back on a 45-degree slope, and he covered her blushing flesh with the hot seed of his jism.
Emmylou shuddered, trembled like a leaf, as Randy moaned, "Drink it all, you bitch! Drink all my cum!" and he kept squirting it onto her, until most of her sweet face was sticky and glistening with his sperm. And even when his cock had ceased to vomit out its fuck-cream, he kept rubbing its tip across Emmylou's face, massaging the jism into her skin. She had her eyes closed, closed as tightly as she'd sealed her mouth, and she looked extremely uncomfortable.
The poor young darling! I wanted to throw Pa off me, to go to her, take her in my arms, give her aid and comfort. As for the others – well, the rest of them could go fuck themselves. Pa could bend over and let one of his sons jam an oversized cock up his hairy ass.
"Oh, get off me," I told him in a snarl, pushing at his limp, fucked-out body. "Get your cock out of me and go away!"