It was the last straw. I rose, spitting out the last of my bile, and there was blood in my eyes. I wanted to kill, to destroy. But Randy threw himself upon Emmylou. He was just stuffing his cock into her cunt as I staggered to my feet, and the girl was too far gone even to cry out. Patty was licking the rim of her father's pecker knob, alternating that caress with some deep swallows of the tool, and she had lowered her nightdress, baring a set of pregnancy-swollen, hugely brown-nippled tits, which Pa was leaning down to tickle as she mouthed his prick.
And Luke was coming towards me, his blood-stained cock still erect. He took it by the base, angling it slightly upward, and I saw that it was filthy with his sperm and the red of Emmylou's cherry.
"Clean my cock off," he invited.
"I'd sooner die first!" I snarled.
My hands clenched into fists. Luke grabbed one wrist and bent it. I know I heard the bones cracking. He forced me onto my knees again, though I beat him with my other fist, though I cursed him, though I spat at him, and as my knees touched the floor, he rammed my face with his prick.
"I told you to clean it off," Luke repeated, and he smeared some of the coating mess on my lips. As if to underscore the command, he twisted my arm again. Sick unto death, I opened my mouth and he thrust his cock inside.
I gagged and choked as the foul rod sloshed about in my mouth, and as soon as he pulled it from me, I spat onto the floor. There was a foulness in my mouth I knew I'd never forget.
"Drop your drawers," he added. "I want seconds. From you! Emmylou's tighter, but you got more spirit in your twat."
I didn't move, so he stopped and unfastened my jeans. My resistance drained away instantly. Let it be, I thought. Let it be. Nothing I can do will save me.
Luke dragged my jeans down to my knees, flipped me over, and mounted me from behind. He gouged me with his own knees, to separate my legs, and then his cock slammed into my cunt. It was a quick, crude penetration, and I screamed. Somewhere in the distance Patty giggled again. I didn't know why. There was nothing funny.
"Damn, but you're good," he grunted into my ear.
I didn't reply, and he nibbled at my lobe. He was a heavy weight on my body immobilizing me, nailing me to the floor. His cock thrust deeply, swiftly, a dozen times, and, as before, my cunt began to moisten in self-defense. The last five or six strokes weren't as bad as the earliest ones, for I wasn't so dry.
"Got a better idea," Luke told me. He extracted his cock from my pussy. "I'm gonna take your cherry. Not the one you think. The other one! Bet you never had it up the ass before, have you? Snotty bitch like you? Prob'ly think you're too good to take it up the poop-chute. Anyway, I know you never had a real man there, 'cause you never had a real man till you had me."
"No, not there," I pleaded. "You're too big. You'll kill me – don't…"
But by that time he'd already begun to slosh his cunt-wet prick around and around the tight pucker of my asshole.
"Here, Patty, you suck on this for a while," Randy was saying. "It's Pa's turn with Emmylou. Go to it, Pa. She's all warmed up for you."
I couldn't even look back. Luke was pinning my head down with a strong arm laid right across my spine, and the only immediate occurrence of which I was aware was the effort of his cock to fuck my asshole. He pushed against my very snug sphincter, pushed till I screamed shrilly, kept on pushing.
"Oh, shit almighty!" Pa hollered. "I told you not to suck so hard, Patty! Now lookit what I've done!"
Luke eased up a moment, turning around. I did, too, and saw Pa Tolliver on his knees between Emmylou's slim, pale legs, his cock dribbling a few final spurts of cum onto her heaving belly.
"You pulled my trigger," he told Patty. "Just touch her with the Goddamn thing and – bang! – off it goes."
"And she ain't even hardly broken in," Randy added, thrusting his prick into Patty's mouth. "Can't you get it up again, Pa? Give her a few inches of the bottled-in-bond?"
Pa shook his dwindling prick, then shook his head again. "Soft as butter," he said. "Well, at least we've all had a crack at her."
"Not all of us, Pa," Luke put in.
I felt sick. Were they going to ask me to couple with Emmylou for their amusement? I would not do it. The girl was too sweet, too precious. I would not make the most beautiful act of love known to me an object of their salacious entertainment. I started to tell Luke that when he spoke again.
"What about Ole Blue? He's one of the family, ain't he?"
"Oh, shit," Patty guffawed, momentarily taking her mouth off Randy's dick. "Not Ole Blue!"
They'd mentioned Ole Blue earlier, as a possible partner for me but I hadn't met that particular Tolliver yet. Who was he? Some retarded son who was kept locked in the attic, perhaps?
"Yeah, Pa," Randy agreed. "Go get Ole Blue. See if he needs a little piece o' tail."
That seemed very funny to him, for he laughed uproariously, re-fucking Patty's mouth as he roared out his amusement. His cock seemed even harder, too, and he ravaged the pregnant girl's mouth with it. She sucked valiently.
Pa thought for a moment, then grinned. He tucked his dick back into his shorts, rose from Emmylou, and moved towards the door. "He's prob'ly asleep," he mused. "Sleeps most all the time."
"He won't be sleepin' when he gets a look at that nookie," Luke said lustfully. "Least, I wouldn't be!"
And for another moment at least, he'd apparently forgotten about his wish to fuck my asshole. Perhaps I should be thankful for small blessings.
That's what I thought, until the moment Pa Tolliver re-entered the barn, dragging behind him a flop-eared, red-fuzzed hound.
"Come on, Blue," he told the sleepy dog.
"Oh, my God!" I shrieked, and the dog's ears perked at the shrill sound.
Ole Blue was a dog! They meant to let that beast fuck Emmylou!
Luke had released me by then, and he sat staring with anticipation. "Seen it in Nam," he told the room in general. "At a whorehouse. This woman came out on stage, an' she had a dog with her, not as big as Blue, but that ole dog had the longest cock I ever seen on an animal. Musta been eight, nine inches, red as a fireman's pants. She laid herself out with her pussy toward us, and that ole dog – shit! He musta been trained! Just hopped up on the couch with her, and she reached down and grabbed his peter and stuck it up her twat, and they fucked like man and woman."
"Damn dog," he went on, "nibbled at her shoulders while he screwed her, an' she just ate that up. Course, she was a gook, an' they don't feel pain, not the way we do. He bit her on the titties, too, chewin' away on them black specks, and all the time he's a-pumpin' peter up her snatch, just like a man. Damn, she even sucked on his tool, made him squirt his cum all over her face, and then she licked the stuff up. Man," and he slapped my knee, "that was worth the money it cost to see. 'Course, you'd a-died laughin', see them midgets go at it."
I wasn't listening. My blood was ice water and my body was numb. Pa and Randy were dragging the dog into position between Emmylou's legs, and Randy reached under Blue's red belly to tickle the hairy sac containing the animal's cock. A snaky pole jerked into sight, then retracted. Randy tickled again, and the cock thrust forth once more. It was a red cock, I noticed, long and slim.
"Get his ass down," Pa commanded.
"I'm tryin', damn it," Randy countered. "He wouldn't be so stubborn if he knew how sweet it was. Why, hell, he's only the third cock that's gonna get into Emmylou. She's almost a cherry. He oughta be more excited!"
"He ain't stubborn, he's just lazy as hell," Patty interjected. "Oh, hurry up! I wanna see this!"
Her nightgown still lay in a pile at her waist, baring her swollen tits and the upper curve of her bloated belly. She had a hand under the hem of the nightie and I could see the jerking fingers as she diddled her pussy.
At almost the same moment Blue's cock touched Emmylou's flesh, the girl seemed to awake from her stupor. She opened her eyes and looked at the expressionless hound's face. Emmylou blinked once or twice, apparently trying to interpret what she saw, and then she shuddered. I could see that shudder with crystal clarity, even from ten or fifteen feet away.
"Oh, my Lord, what are you doin' to me?" she whispered.
"Fuck her, Blue," Pa Tolliver told the dog, lifting one of the floppy ears and shouting his command. "Stick your dick in her and fuck her. She's all yours, this turn."
"Go ahead, Blue," Patty suggested. "Everybody else's had their chance…"
"Lookit this," Luke said, nudging my almost senseless body. "When he sticks that thing in her and starts goin' whooshety-whoosh, whickey whack – Goddog!"
I heard a voice screaming loud enough to break every eardrum within miles, and I was only a little astonished to find that it was my voice. Everyone looked in my direction. Luke cuffed me, but I kept screaming. Patty covered her ears.
"Make her stop it! Make her stop it!"
I kept screaming.
I had endured all the rest of it, I had watched Emmylou being raped and degraded by the Tolliver men, but I couldn't sit here and watch her be fucked by an animal.
I stood up. If it meant my death, then I would die. But I would take at least one or two of the Tollivers with me. I started forward, forgetting that Luke had pulled my pants down to fuck me. I stumbled, fell. My chin hit the floor, hard, and everything went dark.
It must have been a little after dawn when I came to. Except for me, the barn was empty. I lay on my pile of straw, half-clad in my jeans and shoes, and someone had thrown the blanket across my chest. I was tied again, but whoever tied me had evidently been in a hurry. I slipped the knots that bound one hand, then started in on the other. I'd try again, and the only way they could stop me this time was to kill me.
Oh, God, had I seen all that I thought I'd seen last night? Emmylou raped by all the Tolliver men? Had they truly, really, led in that red hound and steered him into position to fuck a helpless young child? My hair smelled of stale piss. At least I knew that had happened. Someone had pissed on me. And odds were, all the rest was true as well. They'd pay for this. All of them!
The barn door bell clanged, but it was an aborted clang. I raised my head and looked towards the door, ready for anything. It opened, and I drew back a fist defensively. Come on, knot! Loosen up, you son of a bitch! I need both hands!
"Emmylou!" I cried.
She hurried to me, wearing only a bathrobe. It slipped open now and then, and I could see into it, where vicious red marks marred her creamy flesh. Her face was swollen from bruises and her eyes were red from crying, but she smiled bravely.
"Are you all right?" I demanded. "Are you?"
"I'm still in one piece, more or less," she sighed. "Oh, Lord, how are you? I saw you fall over and hit your head, and they just drug you over and tied you up again, and then they took me into the house. Oh, God!"
"What happened? No, don't tell me. I'd rather not know. The men… the dog…"
"Ole Blue didn't hurt me," she assured me. "He ain't like them. They tried to make him be nasty with me, but he just wouldn't, and finally Pa hauled him outside."
"Do they know you've come out here? Are they all asleep? Oh, God, Emmylou, if I can get this one fucking knot undone, I'm going to fight them. I'd rather be dead than endure another day of this."
"Listen," she said excitdly. "Last night, over in the house. It got out of hand. Really out of hand, you know? Everybody drinkin' and carousin', and Luke put his thing up my – up my…"
Up her ass, she meant, the poor kid!
"And Patty got all hot and bothered, just watchin', see. She finally said the hell with the doctor, and Luke and Randy took turns screwin' her on the kitchen table, with her legs hangin' over the side. And the doctor said she shouldn't be havin' any sex at all, her so close to her time."
"Anyway, a couple hours ago she started bleedin', real bad, and she was hollerin' because her stomach hurt. So Pa and Randy loaded her up in the car and bustled into town, to the hospital."
"Not Luke?"
"Luke was screwin' me then," she confessed, "and he passed out from drinkin' not very long after. In fact, he's still laid out like a dead man. Don't you see, Marilyn? We can get away now, you and me! There's nobody around to stop us! But we gotta hurry, 'cause Luke always wakes up early, even if he's been drinkin'. Here, I brought you this shirt, and there's a path through the woods that gets to the main road. It's only six or seven miles. If we hurry, we can be gone before Luke drags out of bed."
Luke! The most animalistic of them all! The one who'd taken the lead in everything! And he lay asleep now, snoring off a drunken debauch of rape and brutality. Luke!
"We're not going quite yet," I told the girl, kissing her cheek. "Give me that shirt, Emmylou, darling, please. Oh, you want to help me button it? Mmmm, hold me again. It feels so nice when it's your hands on my tits."
"Hurry," she sighed.
"First," I replied, "we have a little business with Mr. Luke Tolliver. Some business I shall enjoy with all my heart. Bring those ropes, if you would. And – let me see – what else will we need?"
I had my first sight, then, of the world outside that barn. Strangely, the house wasn't a ramshackle shack. It was probably 40 or 50 years old, and it had seen better days, but it looked like a hundred, a thousand other houses I'd seen in rural areas of this marvelous country. From the outside it gave no indications that it was home to a family of rapists, kidnapers, and would-be murderers.
A pickup truck was parked beside the house – the same truck in which I'd been abducted. I nodded to myself. There was no need for us to walk. We could ride away.
Quietly, Emmylou and I entered the house. Inside, it was neat, though disordered here and there, probably from last night's orgy. Emmylou had to be the one responsible for the essential sense of order. Patty was too sluttish to be a housekeeper, and the men would gladly live in their own filth.
"Where is he?" I asked.
She pointed to a staircase.
Luke lay spraddled on his bed, snoring drunkenly. He was naked, and only a sheet covered his body. Gently, I pulled that sheet down. The man was at my mercy. Mercy? What did that word mean? I couldn't remember.
"The ropes," I whispered.
Emmylou trembled as she handed them to me, but she moved without fear when I told her what to do. The bed was made of brass and it had a post at each corner. We fastened Luke Tolliver's hands and feet to those corners, fastened them securely. Only when I was certain of that did I advance to the gun rack on his wall.
I think I picked a twenty-two. Guns were never a specialty of mine, and I picked this one principally for the long slim barrel and for the large triangular-shaped sight at the tip of that barrel. It fit my plans perfectly.
"Luke!" I snapped, the rifle in my hands. "Luke Tolliver!"
He stirred, eyes opening tentatively. They stared at me through a film of his last night's debauchery, struggling to get a focus. Finally they opened, and he knew, and I knew that he knew.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," I smiled, gesturing with the rifle. "And how are we this morning?"
He smiled. That was just before he realized that he'd been tied down. The smile faded. That was when I smiled.
"You bastard," I said. "You're a disgrace to the human race. You don't have the right to live." I stepped closer and put the muzzle of the rifle squarely between his eyes. "Do you know any prayers, Luke Tolliver? If you do, I'd suggest you say them. Fast."
"Oh my God," he said, and it was fantastic to see that he was really, truly frightened. His eyes crossed, staring at the gun barrel between them, and for a moment I was afraid he would pass out on the spot. I didn't want that.
"Well, Luke Tolliver, it seems the shoes are on my feet now. And I'm going to stop your nuts with those shoes, you mother-fucker!"
I reversed the gun and gave him a quick chop in the balls. He screeched but he couldn't double up, though he tried.
"This," I added, "is how it feels to be at the mercy of someone who doesn't have any mercy."
I gestured to Emmylou. Nervously, she lifted his cock and balls out of the way. I could see Luke's asshole, brown and hairy. A perfect target.
"Maybe we shouldn't," Emmylou whispered.
I shook my head. Definitely we should.
I touched his asshole with the gun barrel. He squirmed and I saw him bite his lip to keep from crying out.
"Hold still, Luke, or we might have an accident."
I pushed again, gouging his shitter with the twenty-two's muzzle. It seemed to yield a little.
"Goddamn it, what the fuck are you tryin' to do to me?"
"I'm fucking you, Luke. You fucked me. More times than I can remember. Isn't it only fair that I get to fuck you, too, you miserable cock-sucker?"
Again I pushed, and he screamed. It was a satisfying scream, the first I'd heard him make, but it only whetted my appetite for more. So I shoved harder. He screamed more shrilly, as if I'd just cut off his balls.
"That still isn't exactly it," I mused.
My wrists flexed and I thrust the gun barrel up Luke's asshole.
The sight, as I mentioned, was large and triangular. It must have torn the hell out of his rectal sleeve. I hoped so, at least. I pushed farther, wedging the gun firmly in Luke's ass, and then I stepped back.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" he wailed. "That fuckin' thing's killin' me! Take it the fuck out! Oh, Jesus, take it out, take it out!"
"It's not for what you did to me, Luke," I said sweetly but earnestly. "It's for what you did to Emmylou. That was unforgivable. And I can't forgive you, so don't ask me."
I reached for the gunlock. My finger found the trigger and I pulled it.