"Oh, God, no!" Emmylou whispered, sinking to the floor in a harried crouch that reminded me of a trapped animal, cowering from the stalking hunter. Luke reached for her wrist and jerked her to her feet. Once, twice, three times he cuffed her face back and forth. She screamed at the first slap, and I threw myself upon Luke, fists made, beating at his ugly face.
Luke was strong as an ox. He backhanded me, sent me sprawling, and then he struck Emmylou again.
"I can see what's goin' on," he said finally. "Little whore come out here an' let you loose, didn't she? Little whore thought we's all asleep. Little whore don't know shit from apple butter."
He let the girl sag to the floor and she lay crying. Luke turned, hurrying to the barn door. He pushed it open and again there was a clanging sound. Of course! He'd mentioned something about attaching a bell to the door.
"Pa! Randy! Get your asses out to the barn! On the fuckin' double!" He let the door come shut and he marched toward us.
"Well, well," he grinned, eyeing a pair of frightened women. "Looks like Emmylou had a couple ideas 'bout you an' her, don't it, bitch?"
He drew back his foot as if he meant to kick me. I braced myself, but the blow never came.
"You an' her, standin' there kissin' on each other, feelin' each other up. That's disgustin'! Made me sick to watch you. I reckon Emmylou's got a touch of queer in her, don't she?"
"Don't blame her," I told him. "It's my fault. I threatened her. I told her if she didn't untie me, I'd…" The lie was too improvised. I couldn't complete the sentence.
"Shut the fuck up!" Luke growled. "This is family business, and you ain't family! How about it, Emmylou? You got a touch of the queer? How come you was kissin' on this girl?"
She didn't get a chance to answer. The bell clanged loudly and Pa and Randy entered the barn. Pa wore an untied bathrobe over his underwear. Randy was bare-chested and bare-footed, wearing only a pair of trousers whose belt hadn't been fastened.
"What's wrong, son?" Pa asked in his nasal rasp.
While Luke was telling him, Patty came lumbering in as well. She caught most of the story and I heard her say, "Whooooo-eeeee!" in a giggly, detestable tone.
Pa approached the cowering Emmylou. "Is all that true, girl? Did you come out here an' untie that girl? Was you doin' them foul, disgusting things with her when Luke caught you?"
She whimpered, her face averted. Pa shook his head, almost sadly. "I'll be Goddamned," he sighed nasally. "Take a child into your family bosom, and she turns out to be a viper, waitin' only for the chance to strike you with her fangs. Girl, don't you know that if she leaves here on two feet, she'll go lookin' for a policeman? Is that how you repay us for giving you a home? By sellin' us to the law?"
"My God," I cut in. "You're insane! All of you are insane. That child has been abused sexually, physically and mentally ever since she came here. Your sons dragged me into a truck and raped me, then carried me to this barn and raped me again. And you have the balls to stand there talking about family responsibilities!"
Patty giggled again, but no one else said anything. That was a bad sign. I braced myself to be hit or kicked.
"You know, Pa," Randy ventured, "it seems to me that Emmylou's done gone and abused our hospitality. Why should we have to worry about what you promised Ma?"
The girl whined in fear. Pa scratched his bald head. The bathrobe fell widely open and I could see the gray hairs on his chest, the tip of his tool hanging out the front of his boxer shorts.
"Son, I think you may be right," he said at last. "After all, if she don't have no respect for her family, why she's nothin' more than a thing to be stepped on, to be tramped in the dust."
"Hot damn!" Luke exulted, bounding towards the prostrate girl. He lifted her from the floor. "Y'all remember," he went on. "I always said her cherry was gonna be mine!"
"Please!" Emmylou whispered, but Luke paid no attention.
He pulled the girl to her feet, holding her up with one hand. The other he used to rip the front of her cheap print dress open. She screamed and tried to cover her suddenly bare tits, but not before I had a heart-breaking glimpse of two perfect little apples, each capped in ovals of pink.
Luke caught his thumb and finger in the waistband of her white panties and he ripped them, too. They tore, and he flung them across the barn. Emmylou dropped one hand to shield her cunt. Luke grabbed each of her hands, pulling them out until she stood upright in a cruciform position, and she could hide nothing.
My soul ached to see the brutally revealed nudity of the young girl – her trembling, quivering titties and their pink nipples, her slender waist and legs, her softly rounded underbelly, the wispy thin tufts of pale gold pussy hair that hedged her mound.
He danced her around and around. "Don't fight, Emmylou," he told the girl. "You always knew this was gonna happen. Seems to me you 'oughta be hot and ready for it. I'm gonna fuck your little ass off, same way I shot it to your girl friend over there. Hot damn, she's full of fire!"
"Sock it to her!" Patty contributed. She came closer, her belly prominent under the shapeless nightgown she wore. "It's time she had to do a little of the fuckin' around this house. I sure as God can't handle all of it."
"I don't want to!" Emmylou whined piteously.
Randy grabbed her ankles and he and Luke swung her between them. I saw the flash of her virginal pink slit, creasing the puffy little bulge between her slim thighs. To think of those animals, violating that tender cunt with their brutal, ugly cocks!
"NO!" I shouted. "Take me instead! If you have to fuck somebody, fuck me! All of you, any of you! I don't care! But don't touch her!"
Luke grinned. "By God, I think she really is queer for Emmylou! Is that it, honey? Do you crave this little peach for yourself? Like to get down there and play stink-finger in Emmylou's twat? Or would you rather lick her where she pisses? Y'know, Pa, Randy, when I was in Da Nang, we all went to this whorehouse one night, and we chipped in to pay for the whole shebang. Dirty movies, a hot little gook bitch for each of us. And they had this special show they put on. A coupla midgets fuckin' each other, a woman and a dog, everything, right up there life, in front of God an' everybody. And they even had a couple of women who got up and ate each other's cunts and assholes. Laughed myself silly watchin' that one! How about we get 'em to do it for us?"
"Oh, shit," Randy grumbled. "If you ain't gonna fuck Emmylou, I sure as hell am. I don't want to see no women queerin' each other. I need some nookie, and by God I'm gonna have it."
"Gotta wait your turn, little brother. Her cherry belongs to me. Set her down. She's ready as she'll ever be."
It was madness! Somehow I wished that I were dreaming again, even that hideous dream of me and Angela and Mark. It seemed sweet by comparison with this. Luke and Randy were on the verge of raping a terrified Emmylou. It was my fault. If I hadn't kissed her, if I hadn't kissed her again, if we'd simply hustled our asses out the door and ran for help, none of this would be happening. And, now that it was, I could do nothing to prevent it. I'd already been kicked and slapped. If I tried to intervene, I would probably be killed.
My muscles froze and I didn't want to watch, but I could not make my eyelids snap shut. It was part of the general paralysis of my body. I sat where I'd been shoved, huddled on the floor, and I watched in horror as Luke and Randy stretched the trembling girl on the floor.
Luke let his pants fall and he stepped out of them. As earlier, he wore no underwear, and his rampant cock reared up as soon as the trousers dropped away. His prick looked bigger, thicker, even than the last time I'd seen it, and I died inside, knowing that he would stab Emmylou's fragile pussy with that hideous tool.
"Been waitin' a long time for this," he purred, kneeling between her widespread legs. "Take hold of it."
She was slow to obey, and he grabbed her hand, pulling it forcibly to his pecker.
"Feel how hard my cock is? Feel how big and thick! It's gonna split you to take me, but you'll be a woman when I've done with you."
The girl couldn't even speak by now. She merely hacked out a raspy sound the reminded me of death rattles. Her face was corpse-white and her eyes sealed shut. She had lovely little tits, and they were all aflutter now.
Luke jerked his dick out of her fist and he pulled himself back, dropping one hand to the floor as a brace for his body. He went into a kind of push-up position above the girl and he steered the tip of his cock towards her pink slice.
"Be easy on her," Pa suggested. "Try not to hurt her too much."
"Damn lucky if he don't kill her," Patty observed, coming in closer.
She leaned against Pa and allowed one fist to seek the dangling stalk of her father's prick. As she leaned, she began to play with it, the cock swelling by degrees.
"I remember the first time he stuck that thing in me. And I wasn't nowhere near as big as Emmylou! 'Bout time she had to chip in. Then you wouldn't have to go round draggin' in strangers and makin' trouble."
"Get yourself ready," Luke grunted. "Here comes ten inches of paradise." He looked up with a sly grin. "That's what all them whores in Saigon used to call it."
Emmylou screamed in tenor as he wormed the tip of his cock into her tight-slit. She twisted about on the floor, but Randy dropped down and held her head and shoulders. She was pinned fast now, and Luke stabbed at her cunt again.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh!!" the girl wailed.
I wanted to close my eyes and ears, but I couldn't. Today I'd drawn strength for my own ordeal by fixing my gaze upon her. Maybe I could give her the same kind of long-distance aid. It was the only help I had any chance of giving her.
She opened her eyes, and I know that she saw me. I hoped she could read the message of love and sympathy I was beaming. Luke thrust harder, and Emmylou's mouth gaped in a cry that had no sound to accompany the gesture. It was a chilling sight. I knew what she was feeling. God, how I knew! My own cunt hadn't been exactly virginal when Luke first shoved his tool into me, but the sensation had been one of hideous, unbearable pain. It must be ten times worse for Emmylou. He was her first man. He might be her last.
From where I sat, I could see the whole thing. His fat-tipped dong, battling to part the tight pink lips of Emmylou's cunt. The way her young pussy writhed and bucked away from him but all, all in vain. I saw the very point of his prick sink inside, and I heard Luke sigh in a kind of relief. The edges of his coronal rim were nearly covered by the splayed lips of her cunt, and I knew that his cock was almost inside, that only the actual penetration, the rupturing of her cherry, still awaited.
"Goddamn, but she is tight!" Luke groaned.
He arched his back, then rammed inward, and Emmylou found the voice to scream with this time. And scream she might. His dick rammed into her pussy with the force of a steam-drill and my eyes enlarged in horror as I watched her tight little cunt swallowing that ferocious organ.
He kept on shoving, cursing and moaning as he pounded his prick in, and Randy panted, too, from the effort of holding down a screaming Emmylou.
"Aaaarrrgcghhhh!!" she bellowed, but not so loudly that Patty's simpering giggle was drowned out.
Patty. She was still playing with her father's cock, and a hard-on it was indeed. Her hand stroked up and down the shaft, he was fishing inside her nightdress after titty-feels, and both of them stared avidly at the degrading spectacle in progress on the floor. Patty. She might be a woman, but to me she was merely one of the enemy.
"Oh, Goddamn it!" Luke exulted then, and his rod sank to the hilt up Emmylou's twitching pussy.
She was beyond screams now. He rocked atop her, grinding his crotch against hers, and the look of agony on her face was indescribable. Why had I ever persuaded her to help me escape? Why hadn't I accepted my fate and awaited the eventual murder that would still be my ending? Nothing had changed because of my escape attempt. Nothing, except that I'd gotten Emmylou into trouble and she was now being punished horribly.
Randy unzipped his pants and hauled out his tool. He rubbed Emmylou's face with the tip. "Suck on me," he said to the girl. "Suck me while ole Luke de-cherries you."
Again he ran his rod across her lips, but she seemed uninterested in sucking, and after a moment he pulled away.
Luke extracted part of his cock for another stroke, and I saw that his shaft was red with Emmylou's virgin blood. A thin stream of it was seeping from the splayed lips of her cunt. Oh, God, no wonder she'd screamed!
"She's done de-cherried," he told his brother. "You can thank me for doin' your dirty work, little brother."
"All I want's the hole," Randy chuckled. "You can have the blood. How is she? Good as Patty? Good as what's her name over there?"
It struck me that none of them, except Emmylou, even knew my name. I wasn't Marilyn Bergman, human being, as far as they were concerned. I was only a piece of ass that could be enjoyed without moral involvement.
And they were turning little Emmylou into the very same. Rage boiled in my blood, but I couldn't think of anything to do. Nothing that wasn't suicidal, at least! If I attacked them, it was three to one (discounting Patty), and I couldn't win against those odds. If I could have, I wouldn't have been here in the first place.
"Not too hard, Patty," Pa Tolliver said in a chiding tone. "I wanta save some of that for Emmylou. She's been a bad girl and she has to pay the price of transgressin'."
His cock was red and rigid now, sticking straight out the fly of his shorts, and I saw Patty slow down the caresses of her hand. Pa stroked her swollen pregnant belly and she began to purr kittenishly.
"Gets you all wet an' sticky, bein' touched on the oven, don't it, honey?" Pa said proudly.
"Damn right it does," Patty replied. "I can hardly wait till I've emptied out and can get back to fuckin'. Sometimes I miss it so much I can taste it."
"Why don't you taste it, daughter?" Pa said gravely. He pointed to his dick. "I'll give you a nice sweet taste."
Giggling, Patty eased onto her knees and she began to lick her father's prick. In a moment she was sucking it furiously. Randy and Luke, meanwhile, were engaged in holding down Emmylou. Thank God they were all occupied, I thought, or else they'd be finding some use for me in their perverted games.
They were all occupied! Luke's dick was embedded in Emmylou. Randy was pinning Emmylou's head and shoulders. Pa was fucking Patty's mouth as she knelt in subjection. Could I get to the door, and out it, before anyone noticed? God in heaven, it hurt me to abandon the innocent girl who was currently their victim, since I'd helped to make her the victim, but it was no time for moralizing. They might not kill Emmylou, but they'd promised time and again to kill me.
I crawled slowly, so as not to attract anyone's attention, and my heart was in my throat. I was naked to the waist, but I'd have to risk an indecent exposure charge if I wanted to save my life. No one seemed to be looking. Patty slurped around Pa's thrusting cock and Luke and Randy made obscene banter back and forth regarding the tight unwillingness of Emmylou's snatch. I slipped behind Pa and Patty, my eyes intent upon the barn door ahead. And then!
"Heyyyyy!" Patty squalled. "Somebody better get her!"
Randy was on me in a flash. I suppose Emmylou was too anesthetized to need any additional restraint. At any rate, he left her, beelined for me, and made a flying tackle as my hand touched the Goddamned door. I went sprawling, and he was all over me.
"Bitch!" he snapped into my face. He'd been drinking, too. "Goddamn bitch! Don't you ever learn? You'll leave here when we're ready to let you leave, and not a fuckin' day before!"
He cuffed me, then grabbed my tits in a cruel loveless grip, mashing and squeezing. We rose together, and he ground against me with his loins, where his peter still protruded from unzipped pants.
"C'mon back and join the party," he leered. "I'll work on you till Luke finishes Emmylou, and then we'll play switchies."
I went. God, what else could I do? He released my tits, then pointed to his cock.
"On your knees. Suck my dick. And suck it good, bitch, or you'll wish you had!"
I sucked. I swallowed his cock until my throat and jaws ached, and my body was covered with shameful blushes. He held me possessively by the head, steering me back and forth, around and around for his increased pleasure and he took great care to ram me deeply. Somewhere to the left of us, Emmylou was moaning in abject desperation, and I could hear Luke panting as he neared his climax.
"I'm gonna shoot my cum into your mouth," Randy advised me. "And I want you to drink it all. Right?"
He patted my head, then slammed into my throat and I felt his jism flow begin. Down my gullet in thick, clogging spurts, sour all the way to my belly. I sucked and drank, fighting the wish to vomit. Not until his cock had begun to go soft did he pull it out of me, and then it was only to rub the wet sticky rod on my face and hair.
I stole a peek at Emmylou. She was taking her first fuck badly. Her legs were widespread and inactive, while Luke made faster and faster fuck-strokes into her cunt. I suppose that by then he'd enlarged her hole with his reaming tool, for he seemed to have no trouble putting it in and pulling it out. Suddenly he gave a deep, whimpering groan and collapsed upon her. His ass wobbled atop Emmylou and I knew that he was filling her poor little cunt with his dirty seed. She lay like a corpse, hardly reacting at all except for a few pitiful shakes of her head.
Something wet touched the back of my head while I was watching Luke screw the girl. I turned, in time to catch a stream of piss from Randy's cock, full in the face.
"G-G-G-Goddamn you!" I sputtered, raising my hands to fend off the urinal rain, but he only laughed.
Some of his piss went into my mouth while I was cursing him and I felt the stuff oozing down my throat.
"Gggghhbh!" I said then, as my gorge rose. I hung my head and vomited. Randy shook out a few final drops onto my back and I heard him strutting away. Luke had just pulled his bloody cock from Emmylou's pussy and Randy intended to be the girl's second attacker.