He rose without much resistance, and his cum-dripping prick was limp as a twenty-minute noodle. I wiped angrily at the slice of my cunt, wishing I had something to douche with, to take away every disgusting trace of the sperm they had fired into me in salvos.
Randy and Luke were grinning broadly. "How'd you like it, Pa?" Luke asked.
"Damn fine pussy," Pa said gravely. "A little feisty, but when she gets them ole muscles workin', it's Katy bar the door!"
"Can we keep her awhile then?" Randy wanted to know. "At least till Patty lightens up?"
He stooped and rubbed the girl's swollen tummy through her flimsy maternity blouse. She, meanwhile, had a hand stuck beneath her skirt and was apparently fondling her pussy with some vigor, for as Randy rubbed and her hand jerked about, her face suffused in a rich flush and she moaned heavily.
"I don't know," Pa said, shaking his head. "I rightly don't know."
It would have been astonishing if he'd known anything about anything. He bent over to pick up his pants, and the view of hairy asshole and dangling, wasted-looking balls was incredible. In spite of everything that had happened to me, I began to laugh.
"See, Pa?" Luke began hopefully. "She likes it. Hear her gigglin'? Oh, shit, Pa, the doctor says Patty's too far gone for screwin', and all you'll let us do with Emmylou is get sucked off."
"An' Emmylou can't suck for shit," Randy ventured.
"An' me and Randy's getting damn tired of jackin' off! Oh, Pa," and he sounded just like a wheedling child, "nobody knows she's here. We could keep her around and take the edge off our horns, and then when Patty gets back into shape, why, we'll just send her packin'."
I couldn't stay quiet. "Listen, Goddamn it," I cut in, "you're talking about me! I was accosted on the fucking highway, and these assholes pushed my car over a cliff, and then they raped me! I've had about all I'm going to take, and I will not listen to you chat like morons about the possibility of keeping me around to take the edge off your fucking horns!" I stood up then, chest heaving as anger possessed me more fully. "So if everyone has had his little pleasure, I'll just be on my way. See you in the funny papers."
I started past Pa, who backhanded me and knocked me sprawling to the floor. It's hard to fall gracefully when you're naked, and impossible to keep your dignity when you're lying winded on a barn floor. Panting, I rose like an animal, into a crouch.
"You all kin get into trouble keepin' her here," Patty observed in a lazy voice. She even sounded like a slut. "Ain't it against the law?"
Pa nodded. "Suppose we'd have to kill her, when we was finished, wouldn't we?"
Kill? Someone had finally spoken the word. My blood froze.
"Shit," Randy guffawed, grabbing me under the arms and pulling my limp body erect, "might as well. When we get finished juicing her with Tolliver cock, she won't never be satisfied with no other kind. Why'd she even want to keep living then?"
"Oh, my God," I said weakly, collapsing against him. He put his hand on my ass, and I didn't have the energy to resist.
"You can't do that," Emmylou whispered, looking up at me. She was so tiny there on the floor, her pale face still sticky from Randy's cum. "You couldn't do that."
Luke came towards me, hand reaching. It fastened upon my fucked-out pussy, squeezed, then twisted brutally.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" I cried in pain.
"Hell we couldn't," he said. "Fuckin' hell we couldn't." He loosened his grip, stroked my pussy, then let his hand drop away. "Stick a Magnum up her twat, get the barrel all juicy with pussy-cum, then – blammmm!"
His hand came up again, socking me between the legs. I jumped high, away from his painful belting fist, knowing that he could do it, that he could do it with a sick, gloating smile. The Marine tattoo on his bicep gleamed beneath a film of lust-induced sweat. Had Vietnam turned him into the animal he appeared, or had he always been this way?
"What'll we do with her now?" Randy asked, bracing me when I staggered.
"Let's tie her up," Luke suggested. "Use them tethers on the wall, string her in all nice and neat. We might's well keep her in the barn. Ain't no extry beds in the house."
That seemed to settle it. I was led back into the stall where I had been multiply raped and, naked, I was roped fast to a pair of ring tethers near the base of the wall. The ropes, also, were very short. I couldn't stand up once I'd been tied into place. All I could manage was to lie or huddle, cramped, uncomfortable. When I was secure, Luke and Randy rose from me, patted my tits and cunt, and retreated.
"Don't worry about tryin' to get away," Luke advised. "I'm gonna hook up a bell to the barn door and, if you try to open it up, why, I'll have to come see what's wrong. Course, you ain't gonna get them knots undone anyway."
"I'm hungry," Patty whined nasally. "Hungry enough for two. Let's go get some supper."
"We'll send you out somethin', when we've finished," Pa put in courteously. "If there's anythin' left."
I hadn't even thought about food. It was the last thing to worry about when my very life hung teetering on the edge. I had no doubt they intended to kill me, once they'd used my body to its breaking point. And how long could I endure the sexual agony without breaking? Weeks? Days? Hours, perhaps? I didn't know.
Weariness stole upon me once I was alone, and I moved back against the wall, relaxing the strain in my arms and legs. I let my head settle and, for a moment, the physical exhaustion was the most important thing. I couldn't plan, couldn't think, couldn't do anything – not until I'd given my abused body some rest. Night was settling in with chill breezes that seeped through the chinks of the wall behind me, and I was cold and naked, but not even that could keep me from dropping into a much-needed sleep.
I slept. I dreamed.
Angela and I were making love in a bed of fragrant blooming flowers. Roses and violets and daisies and daffodils, their colors our blanket, their perfumed scents an envelope for me and her. I could see it so clearly, as if I were watching as well as participating. We were in a 69, each of us burrowing madly, deliriously, in the other's cunt. I licked her clit and a flood of honeysuckle dew oozed from her slit. My tongue ventured in, lapping up that delicious wet oozing, poked up her twat for more, and she was doing precisely the same to me, as if we'd been programmed to make beautiful, symmetrical love. Orgasm after orgasm rocked my cunt.
I heard a voice above us. "Angela. What are you doing? You promised me there'd be no repetitions, that you were done and finished with the dyke bitch. Have you forgotten so soon?"
It was Mark, towering above us. He wore a basin-type priest's hat, and a black shirt with clerical collar. And nothing else. From the hem of his shirt to his toes, he was naked, his prick thrusting in a fantastic erection. The length of his cock, the thickness – they were incredible, and they cast a deep, dark shadow across my and Angela's bodies. I saw her eyes flicker towards him, locking in.
His hand extended towards her, but she didn't take his hand. Instead she reached for Mark's gigantic cock. Her eyes began to gleam and sparkle like a drawerful of diamonds as her fist encompassed his prick, and slaver appeared in the corners of her mouth. Desperately, I burrowed into her pussy, pleading with my tongue, hoping I could remind her of the perfection we had together. She slid from me, her body greasy as butter, and I heard her make a few clucking, pigeon-like sounds. And then into her mouth went the end of Mark's dick! She swallowed the meaty pecker with greedy gulps.
"Stop! You'll strangle yourself!" I whispered, unable to believe what I was seeing. She took so much of his cock, took it so deeply. It was horrible, dreadful, blood-chilling – and I couldn't look away, not for anything. I lay on the ground, watching Angela from beneath. The flowers had begun to decay where my body touched them, and a smell of rot drifted into my nostrils.
Mark's was no ordinary cock. It was long. A foot or more when his shadow had fallen across our lovemaking. Twenty-four inches, when Angela took it in hand. A yard when she stuffed the tip into her lustful mouth. My God, his cock was like Pinocchio's nose! His prick kept rowing. Growing! Growing! It was as long as I was tall, thicker than a willow sapling, and Angela's mouth was stretched beyond belief as she took his prick in. Down the flesh of her neck and chest and tummy I could see a little mole-like motion as Mark's cock invaded her body.
"Don't do it, Angela. I love you. I want you. Me, Marilyn! Not him!"
Eagerly, wishing to prove my point, I spread her silky thighs and began once more to lick her cunt. I gave her everything I had, tonguing avidly. I stabbed, I speared, I sucked her clit. I covered her cunt with all my mouth, sucking as my tongue fluttered across her dewy pussy-petals. I vacuumed her gash until the labes began to twitch with response. Oh, thank you, God! I'd done it! She'd be mine again! She was responding. Her cunt wasn't pulling away. It was fucking towards my mouth with sexy bumps and grinds. I licked her cunt harder, knowing that I'd won. I sucked more passionately, as if I meant to pull her pussy inside out.
Something touched the tip of my teasing tongue; something fantastically hard and aggressive.
It was hot, as well, and it burned my flesh where we touched.
"Nnnnnhhhhh!" I whined, and then the tip of Mark's rod slammed into my mouth. She'd swallowed his cock all the way, and the end of his elastic rod had began to stick out from her pussy!
I lurched back in disgust and terror, but his dick kept coming out of her slit.
"No! Get awayyyyyy!!" I screamed at the penile worm.
It pursued me! Slithering like a snake from the gash of Angela's cunt, wiggling along the ground towards me, searching. I slapped it, and the thing spat little squirts of cum onto my flailing fingers. They scorched me, they stung like venom, they made my flesh crawl!
"No, no, noooooo!!" I wailed, backing away.
Something about the dream-setting had changed. Mark's feet were buried in fresh, lovely flowers, but only rotting stumps of roses spread before me. When that cum-spitting snake sprayed them with his juice, puffs of reeking smoke rose. And though I'd been certain this was an open field, that the horizon spread around us as far as the eye could see, my back was now jammed tightly against something solid, something which prevented me from backing away a single inch more. I dared not look to see what was barring my way.
"Go away, go away!" I cried helplessly, my legs writhing as that crawling cock wormed its way between them, making directly for my cunt. "Please, no! Don't fuck me!" I told it.
The tip of his cock touched my pussy-slice, sliding up and down the tight, unwilling lips.
"I don't want to do it," I told that elastic prick. "Don't make me do it!"
And into me it thrust then, spitting more of its acrid burning jism onto my cunt-flesh. The gates of my twat split as that sticky hot dew bathed them, and my back was pressed against the invisible wall behind me. I looked at Angela, and she was still swallowing that India-rubber prick, and more, more, more of it was coming out of the split of her cunt. Above us stood Mark, fanning himself idly with his wide-brimmed priestly hat, smiling a triumphant, smug smile as his dick worked into my cunt and I writhed helplessly, unable to prevent my impalement.
Deeper into my hole it snaked, each wriggling jerk accompanied by a shot of that gooey, sticky mess, and – Jesus! There were at least ten inches of cock buried in my puss, and still more, still more was coming out of Angela, coming towards me! I screamed as I felt the tip of Mark's cock wriggle up my cuntal passage, through my womb, into my stomach.
He was a thick, throbbing mass interfering with my lungs. He thrust himself into my windpipe. I gagged, I choked, I wanted to vomit. There was a ticklish sensation at the top of my gullet and I knew, horribly knew, what it was. His cock rammed up my throat, then through my mouth, and its tip emerged, red and wet, between my trembling lips. The slit at his knob was open and as it peeked into the light, another bubble of cum gushed out, falling on my tits, burning them, marking the flesh.
"Ggggghhhhhh!!" I screamed, my mouth so clogged with cock I could do no more, and my body jerked about wildly, so frantically that the ropes on my wrists tore the flesh. It was that raw aching pain that awoke me, and after such a hideous dream it was almost pleasure to be conscious again.
Even if it meant that I was trussed like a hog and bound to the wall of a barn. Even if it meant that my naked flesh was chill from the night air; that my cunt ached from the sexual abuse I had taken this afternoon and evening; that the only imminent release from my bondage lay in the arms of death. Overhead a small yellow light bulb gleamed, one tiny island of light in the sea of darkness.
It was worse than prison, for I didn't have Angela here to make the darkness come alive with sexual excitement. What in the bloody hell had I done to deserve this animal usage? I had only asked Luke and Randy to give me a ride to the nearest pay phone or gas station. And they had beaten me, raped me, degraded me in every way imaginable.
"Are you okay?" a small quiet voice whispered from the dark that bordered my captivity.
"Oh," I said gratefully. It was Emmylou. I knew it, even before she emerged from the darkness and entered my circle of dim light. I was glad it was she. She was the only member of this family who had any semblance of humanity. Even Patty, the hugely pregnant teenager, struck me as basically an animal. Hadn't she been the one who first suggested killing me when my usefulness was ended? But Emmylou seemed, in so many ways, to be as much a prisoner as I was. They had used her this afternoon, used her as brutally and unfeelingly as they used me. Perhaps our common situation would persuade her to help me.
She had a glass of milk and a couple of sandwiches. "These were all I could bring. They pretty much ate up all the supper I fixed. I'm sorry. And – and I brought you a blanket, too. It's s'posed to be cold tonight, and you out here with no clothes." She began to sob and her hands trembled. Milk spilled over the edge of the glass. "Oh, my God, ma'am! What are they doing to you? How can they stand to treat anybody the way they're treating you?" For a moment she was helpless with tears.
"Help me," I pleaded. "Help me, Emmylou. I know that you're not responsible for any of this. And don't you see I have to get away? If I don't – well, you heard what they were planning to do to me."
"I'm afraid," she said, kneeling before me.
The young girl scent of her was so sweet and clean and fresh. I remembered the attraction I'd felt for the child at first sight, the way I'd transferred my consciousness from Pa to her. Some of that feeling was coming back now. Emmylou was only a child – she couldn't be more than half my own age – but the sad innocence of her made my spine tingle with renewed desire. Perhaps, if I sublimated some of that desire into an appeal for her help… "I don't understand any of this, Emmylou. Why are you so different? From the others, I mean. And don't call me ma'am, please. My name is Marilyn."
"My mama and Luke and Randy's ma were sisters," Emmylou said, helping me drink the cool, rich-flavored milk. I'd never tasted anything so good. "Mama died over the winter, and I come to live with the Tollivers 'cause they're the only kin I had. Ma Tolliver was sickly, too. She died the first of May."
"Oh, Jesus, ma'am – I mean, Marilyn – you just wouldn't believe the things I seen after I come here! They're crazy, all these folks, even if they are my kin. They don't think about nothin' except screwin', and… and, God, the first night I was here, Luke came into the room where me and his mama was talkin', and he just hoisted up her skirt and stuck her with that big cock of his. And he said, 'Emmylou, me and Pa and Randy has already agreed that I git the first crack at your little pussy-wussy.' And there wasn't nothing Ma Tolliver could do. Pa used to watch them big ole boys double-teaming her, one in her pussy and one in her mouth, and he'd laugh his fool head off. And all of them after Patty! Why, nobody rightly knows who knocked her up, whether it was her daddy or one of her brothers!"
She hugged herself with her slim arms. "All of 'em after me, too, because I was young and new. Feelin' me, touchin' me, makin' me touch them. Oh, and you saw what they made me do! Ma, I think she died of shame for what they was all turnin' into, but she made Pa Tolliver swear when she was on her dyin' bed that none of 'em would… would try to fuck me till I was sixteen at least. She said that was all she could do for her sister's little girl, that she wished she'd never brought me into their house."
"And Pa swore?"
"Mmm-hmmm. A deathbed promise ain't somethin' to trifle with, Marilyn. He don't want her comin' back from the grave to haunt him."
Thank God for superstition, I thought.
"But they say they didn't swear nothin' about me sucking them, and they make me do that all the time till I'm so sick even thinkin' about it. And I'm almost sixteen. They're countin' the days. Maybe I'll fool them all. Maybe I'll kill myself before they finally get me."
"For the love of God, Emmylou! Listen to me, darling! Don't cry! I can help you, if you'll help me. Don't you understand? If you help me escape, I'll go to the police. I'll have all the Tollivers thrown into jail, and the court will make sure you're put in a decent home, a place where no one is going to hurt you. But you have to help me. I can't untie these ropes. I can't go to the police unless you give me a hand."
"Do you mean it, Marilyn? Do you mean you'd really help me, too? You don't even know me."
"We're both victims," I told her. "Victims should always stick together. Will you?"
She leaned close, and one of her little round apple tits brushed my bare arm. I felt a tingle of excitement in my pussy. Emmylou was braless under her thin dress and her nipple was delightfully obvious. She kept leaning while she touched the ropes attached to my wrist, and I badly wanted to angle my face towards hers for a kiss. No. Much as I wanted to, I couldn't. First I had to escape.
In a moment she spurred herself to action, and one of my hands was free. I reached in to help her with the other rope and it was with a thrill of excitement that I realized I was no longer tied.
"My clothes," I said. "I'll need some clothes."
She ran around the stall divider and came back in a couple of minutes. "Are these yours?" she wondered.
It was my jeans and shoes. God only knew what had happened to my shirt. Of course Luke had ripped it to shreds back along the road. It was unwearable now, short of a charge for indecent exposure. At least I had the other garments. I hurried into the jeans and shoes while Emmylou stood close, trembling and breathing heavily.
"Here's that blanket I brought you," she said then, holding up a woolly square of fabric. I reached for it, and I stared at her sweet face. Her eyelids were half shut and her lips fluttered softly. I couldn't stop myself. I leaned close and pressed my mouth upon hers.
"Oooooohbh!" she trilled against my lips, but she didn't pull away.
It was a long moist kiss, and I was trembling by the time it finished. Emmylou had a soft, sweet mouth, and it had parted ever so slightly as my lips caressed it – just far enough for the tip of my tongue to press forward, into her warm, soft wetness. My nipples were achingly erect, and I wished I had time to show her my gratitude as I felt it by throwing her down and making mad, passionate love to the girl. She needed love, and I wanted to give it to her.
"Thank you, darling," I told her. "You won't regret it."
"Why did you kiss me?" She rubbed her lips with the back of her fingers. Her eyes were fully opened, luminous, heart-stirring.
"Because you looked as if you needed to be kissed."
"I think I did," Emmylou giggled. "But I feel funny now. All tingly. Nobody ever kissed me before. Not like that."
I should have ignored her and gone about my duty of escaping, but there was such an appealing invitation in her voice. "Really, Emmylou? Would you… would you like me to kiss you again?"
She came into my arms timidly, but her body rubbed mine up and down and she was a warm, ripe bundle to hold. I fondled her silky hair, following it to where it touched her shoulders, and then down her back. The dress fit tightly on her hips and I smoothed the wrinkles that had formed there. Emmylou stirred against me and her tits moved like little puppies just below mine. I cupped her ass and aimed my face down at hers. She parted her lips freely this time, just as my mouth touched them, and my tongue shot into her.
Oh, God, I knew as our mouths rubbed and our tits nuzzled that she was ripe and ready for it, that I could have her now, here, merely for the asking. The blanket I'd wrapped around my shoulders fell away and my bare tits bumped her chest. One of Emmylou's hands came up, trapping a breast and its hard, hot nipple. She purred wonderingly into my kissing mouth and she began to squeeze and stroke the treasure she had discovered. I took a tighter grip on the buns of her ass and pulled her body against mine. Our legs entangled and we swayed in a gentle rocking motion that kept brushing out tits and cunts together.
I lifted the hem of her skirt and touched the panty-covered cheeks of her butt. She felt warm and very moist through the wispy film of nylon, and I couldn't wait. I thrust my hands inside.
Have you ever felt electrical energy ripple through flesh? It was that way when I touched Emmylou's bare buns. She jerked, but not away from me, and my fingers moved inside the panties, tickling, stroking. Oh, God, give me strength! I prayed. It was no time to initiate this child in the highways and by-ways of love. We should be running for our lives, looking for help. Not kissing one another as if kissing were going out of style, petting one another's bodies, throwing ourselves into love as if we had all the time in the world…
I heard a bell clanging, and I was so wrapped up in Emmylou that I dismissed the sound as a figment of my imagination, brought on by excitement. Not until Emmylou was literally torn from my arms and a big beefy hand slapped my face, did I understand what was happening.
Panting, his trousers already unzipped, Luke Tolliver stood glaring at the two of us. I could smell whiskey fumes. His face was twisted into a gloating sneer.
"What in the Goddamn fuck is goin' on, girls?" he asked.