"Now that's more like it," Josh leered and stood back watching as the curvaceous young girl's fingers moved reluctantly from button to button down the front of her dress, a stoic expression on her face. The soiled cotton that molded itself tightly around her full curving figure eased slowly open, revealing a tanned and creamy line of flesh. Josh grunted to himself as the skimpy bra of her bikini swim suit appeared. The cups seemed to barely cover her ripe swelling breasts and squashed them together in a lush line of deep cleavage.
"That's real nice. Just as much as Peggy but a little firmer," Josh chortled lewdly and rubbed his hands together, then winked at the other men. Suddenly his hands reached out to the front of her bra and ripped it off in an impatient gesture.
Jane shuddered with embarrassment and humiliation as her slightly swaying breasts popped out through the opened front of her dress. A sidelong glance toward Buck told her that even he, under the influence of whisky, was enjoying her disrobing in front of the obscenely panting Josh who stood only a few feet away from her. Buck's eyes had filmed over and one hand slid unconsciously deeper in his pocket toward his bulging groin while Jane inched the top of her opened dress off her shoulders. Josh made another of his obscenely unintelligible whimpers when the falling dress caught at her hips and swathed itself deep below her firmly curving abdomen like the draping on a statue of a Greek Goddess.
Suddenly a sharp rifle crack from outside the shack broke the stillness. Another loud report echoed in the yard and Josh and Buck leapt to the door, hurling it open and lunging outside. It was all unclear when Jane tried to remember it later, but she recalled Silas backing through the door carrying an aimed rifle. He was followed by Josh and Buck dragging in her husband who writhed and twisted angrily between them.
Buck kicked the gun into the corner and Jane fell back onto the bed as the group of men, with her wildly resisting husband in the center, moved from the door to the center of the room. She cringed against the mattress in utter terror and shame, realizing that her worst fears had come true: oh God, poor Bob had discovered her in this degrading predicament and now he was trapped in the surrounding huddle of mountain men like a wild bull in the center of a bee hive. She cringed as far back into the corner as she could while the group bucked and churned from one end of the room to the other, trying to escape the flurry of unrecognizable arms and fists that flailed through the air like spokes on an insane windmill. A glimpse of Bob's tortured young face flashed by for an instant: his features were contorted with murderous rage and he looked like a man gone mad; then, he brought himself to his feet and broke through the ring of men with a flash of energy that only extreme emotion can bring. He focussed his insane fury on Josh, coiling himself up and throwing himself at the enormous man who fell spread-eagled on the floor beneath him.
"Silas! Git him, Silas!" Buck jumped back, his voice quivering in sudden fear as the husband fell over Josh.
Silas leapt across the floor and jumped insect-like onto Bob's back, his long wiry fingers wrapped around Bob's throat like a child working putty. But Bob's fists continued to thrash at the hated figure still pinned helplessly beneath him as though destroying this red-haired stranger meant more to him then life itself. His fists thrashed against the soft flabby flesh of the man's face until Josh's head reverberated in loud thuds against the floorboards. He continued to swing wildly but with ever increasing slowness as the pressure of Silas' fingers on his neck began to take effect, and with one final thrust that connected with the floor, he slumped to the side. Silas beamed with evil sadistic pleasure at what he had done until Josh's voice from the bottom of the heap broke the long silence.
"Git off a me, you idiot! Stand up, you fool!" he sputtered until Silas drew himself up.
Josh was obviously shaken; he pulled himself upright and wobbled across the room to the table on shaking legs. He leaned against the table and breathed heavily, then reached for the bottle, tilting it for a moment that seemed to last forever. Silas cringed in fear back to a corner. It seemed to be not without good reason when Josh drained the last drops and suddenly hurled the empty bottle across the room at him, where it struck between his legs against the wall, shattering instantaneously into a thousand pieces. But Jane hardly noticed in her anxiety over the slumped form of her husband on the floor. She ceased to think at all while she studied his corpse-like form, then tears began to spill down her cheeks as she caught the movement of his back and the assurance that he was still breathing.
"You Goddam city bitch," Josh's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts and she turned to see Josh heading toward her figure twisted on the bed into the corner, his face contorted wildly as he found a new target for his anger.
"I don't want to cause you no trouble," he mimicked her high-pitched voice. "Can you give me something to eat?"
"Well, you'll get something real good to eat now."
And with one long fell swoop he tore off the entire front of her dress.
"Please no," Jane pleaded, her hands reaching for shreds of cloth and trying to cover her large breasts. "Not in front of my husband."
"Your husband ain't got nothin' to do with it," Josh hurled, his knees shoving painfully against her calves as he stood over her. She tried pulling her legs up but he thrust harder against their softly trembling fullness.
"We gonna teach you and our hero here a little lesson you'll never forget."
Jane looked across the room at her husband lying sprawled out on the floor. Buck stood over him, his legs widespread and his thumbs hooked in his denim pockets, while Silas hung tensely behind, a crazed animal anticipating its kill. A strained silence reigned in the room. Unearthly shadows from the fireplace flickered up the rough-hewn walls giving the cabin an infernal look, and the thick blanket of darkness outside seemed to weigh down on the shack, pressing its inhabitants into a fateful knot.
"Wake up Buster down there," Josh directed Buck. "He gotta have a birdeye's view of the proceedin's."
Before Buck had a chance to reach over and seize Bob, Jane's husband was up on his feet, arms flailing and legs kicking furiously against the man. The two men spun around thrashing into one another for an instant, but in a moment Bob was subdued by the superior force of Buck and Silas, and Josh ordered him tied to a chair and dragged into the center of the room.
"Now ya go pullin' any more games like that'n on us and we's gonna lose our sweet patience," Josh said sternly, wiping the perspiration from his brow. "I got some questions t'ask ya before we begin. Like, did'ja call the law, and how long ya been runnin' around out here?"
Bob turned his head away from the looming form of Josh. His face registered no emotion and his bound hands clenched into tight fists that pressed tensely against the chair. "I-I don't have anything to say," he spat out.
"Ya here that, Buck," Josh howled to the smaller man standing behind Jane's husband. "Wonderboy ain't talking."
Josh crossed the floor and looked down at Jane. "Now them's some of the nicest pair a' dove-white titties a body's ever laid eyes on."
The burly man reached down and thrust one hairy hand over the ripe quivering fullness of one of Jane's firmly uplifting breasts. She wrenched back only to be caught by his other hand that shot out and caught her around the neck.
"Ya know, it appears she ain't entirely warmed up yet," Josh said, ignoring Bob's renewed shouts. Then he raised another half-full bottle of whisky that was miraculously unspilled from the scuffle and pressed it brutally against Jane's lips. "Drink!" he commanded.
Feebly, without a flicker of protest remaining, Jane drank, warming as the will-destroying moonshine shot into her stomach and coursed into her veins. Yes, she would do anything now to erase the picture of her struggling husband bound like a condemned galley slave before her. So much had happened in the past several days that her tortured mind was incapable of facing Bob at this moment. She knew what the men had planned to do to her even before Bob had arrived, and with her husband here his presence would only add a new lewd element to their brutal and obscene humiliation of her body. So she drank again, feeling weaker yet less pained with every sip.
"Just like a baby at a mother's tit," Josh smirked coarsely as he withdrew the bottle from Jane's hands and faced Bob again. "Now are ya gonna tell us how ya got here and how many state police is out in these hills?"
Jane frowned across at Bob, and made a gesture for him not to speak. Seeing her attempt, Josh spun around and struck her across the face with the flat of his hand.
"Don't pay no attention to her," he growled from the bed. "She don't know what's good for her like you do."
The mustached man turned and rested his weight on the cot next to Jane. His long thick fingers splayed out across the soiled bedspread then began slowly inching over the cloth towards Jane's naked and defenseless torso. She thrust back against the wall, her eyes terror-stricken and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She moved her barely covered legs closer to the wall, and his other hand followed, resting with a disarming gentleness on her knee, then traced a slow path up the tanned softly downed fullness of her parted thighs.
"Ya see, I ain't gonna hurt ya," Josh said salaciously and turned his head toward the husband. "Sooner or later ya know it's gonna feel real good."
A low uncontrolled whimper was born in her throat and emitted from her softly moistening lips. "P-p-please," she managed, and leaned her head back until her long silkily blonde hair spilled down the sides of the bed. "D-don't touch me, please…" and then her voice trailed off into soft incoherent mutterings as Josh's other hand lighted on the underside of her smoothly tilting breast.
"Get your hands off, off her!" Bob gritted, and whirled the chair around, hurling himself finally to the floor.
Buck stepped up from behind and lifted the chair upright, refastening the ropes around his arms and chest. Bob pulled again, but found the ropes more restricting than before, and he slumped back, a look of complete powerlessness paling his face.
Josh's hand had reached the hem of Jane's pulled up dress, and with a hard tug he ripped the tattered covering from her hips and threw it savagely to the floor. "I wantcha t'look at that," he hissed, and stared down at her white curving body catching the flickering orange and grey shadows from the fireplace.
A low gasp drifted through the room as the four men gazed down at the lush supine beauty of Jane who wore nothing but a pair of white bikini panties tightly clothing the smooth vee of her groin. Jane struggled to cover herself with the bedspread, but was met with another harsh slap from Josh as he yanked the soiled cloth from her hands.
"Don't think you're going to get by with this," her husband hissed out angrily through clenched teeth. "Don't think I'm not going to charge you and see that you're prosecuted to the full extent of the law."
Josh chuckled evilly, once again placing his hand on Jane's thigh. He pulled the smoothly firm flesh between his thumb and forefingers, pulling and pinching at her leisurely. "Boy, who do you think you're talking to now?"
"An ignorant drunken hillbilly," Bob snorted, rearing back his head.
"It's you that's ignorant, boy," Josh said, suddenly furious, and stood up. He reached for his wallet and flashed it open in front of Bob's face. "I'm deputy sheriff."
A look of agonized disbelief swept across Bob's face as he watched the mountain man step back and sit down confidently next to Jane. "Maybe…" he began, his eyes twitching painfully at the sight of the huge red hands pawing at his wife's softly trembling thighs. "Maybe you got some friends in this backwoods hole, but I'm going to the state level. The federal level. I wouldn't be surprised what else might be going on out here."
A look of tension flicked through Josh's eyes but was swept away in a moment. "No, boy, I done thought it all out. There ain't nothin' you can do that'll ever make you more than a Goddam nuisance and inconvenience. And if you get to be too much of a bother… Well, lots of people get lost in these hills…" his voice drifted off on a threatening tone.
"You ought to be quiet," Buck cut in suddenly and looked at Bob. "You got to think of your wife."
Bob's eyes flashed to the younger man standing by his chair. There had been a pleading note of genuine concern in his voice that had caught Bob by surprise and for the first time he was truly frightened as he caught a dread of serious violence in the man's voice. His whole being reeled with the humiliation of watching helplessly while his wife's nakedly lovely body was gaped at and fondled obscenely by strange men. It was almost too much for a man to bear. Had he ever been such a stupid, thoughtless husband that he deserved this? The young man was handsome, he noted, and his mind burned with new suspicions. Why should the young man care? What had already been forced on his wife?
He knew that his brutality in taking her by the lake had driven her off into the woods, and he suspected the emotional turmoil his actions had thrown her into had caused her to lose her path back to their resort lodge. And so, after alerting the police to send out a search party, he had hired a car and struck out by himself, too full of guilt to simply sit in the hotel room and worry. But now he wondered whether his presence at the shack would have any positive effect on the situation. With him barging in on them in the middle of the night, the lot of country-bumpkins might just be pushed to do things they hadn't considered earlier. His mind wandered over this thought for a moment, but suddenly his attention riveted back to the bed as Josh's hand inched slowly up the creamy whiteness of Jane's thigh.
Suddenly Josh hefted his full weight onto the head of the bed to the side of Jane's face. He looked back toward Bob for a moment, assuring himself that the husband was paying full attention, then he grasped the top of Jane's head and began massaging his fingers through her long cascading blonde hair. She gave a jolt, smacking her arm back against his face, and Josh warded off the blow as though flecking away a fly. He beckoned to Silas who had been sitting silently in a corner since Jane's husband's appearance, and the tall lanky man strode to the base of the bed and thrust his arms around her feet. She struggled for a moment, the sight of Silas' long idiot-like face drooling upward at her warmly trembling thighs sending her into raw spasms of repulsion, but his hands held vice-like around her delicately curving ankles.
"Ya was talkin' about bein' hungry," Josh breathed heavily and slid his fingers down to the front of his pants. "Well, I got some good country cock that's right tastey 'n I think ya might like suckin' the milk out of it. That'll make ya snooty little belly nice and full!"
Jane turned her head, pressing her face into the filthy bedspread, and at the same time Silas dug his cat-like fingernails into her leg, sending a groaning protest up through her lungs. She turned her face back to Josh's crotch and closed her eyes.
"That's a good girl," Josh soothed, running one long fat finger against the red fringes of his mustache. "Ol' Josh here, he ain't gonna hurt ya none."
Bob thrashed in his chair, attempting without success to reach out toward Josh and smash his head into a thousand bloody pieces. What he watched now was almost beyond human comprehension. The tall thin man bent below Jane's struggling thighs, clenching her buffeting legs in his hands, while Josh rubbed the hardness of his long thick member through the rough material of his pants against Jane's head. Her face was expressionless, muted and numb with fear and guarded anticipation of what the fierce-looking creature would obviously do next.
Then Josh gripped the zipper to his trousers and a harsh metallic sound reverberated sinisterly through the room as he opened his pants and his long inflated blue-veined cock popped out.
"Now, that ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, is it darlin'?" Josh whispered low, his large hands grasping his thick fleshy instrument and jerking it into further hardness. "A think like that been waiting years for a mouth like yours to suck it."
Jane pulled her head away, but tensed and looked back when Silas dug his fingers with painful pressure into the smoothly arching calves of her legs.
"I said suck this nice big country-prick, d'ja hear?" Josh sputtered, and grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick cudgel skinning it back so that the giant, red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a few inches from her bulging eyes. A look in her eyes registered total fright, and she released her hand, letting the huge fleshy instrument spring against the creamy flesh above her breast untouched. Then Josh's hands were at her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of the rigid member. It must have been as large as Buck's full eight inches and was half again as thick! She hesitated for a moment, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as a receptacle of lust by a total stranger and stunned by the fact that her own husband would be watching as she swallowed the lewd sperm he was going to pump deep into her unwilling throat, but again Silas pressured his long nails into her futilely writhing legs, causing her to gasp for breath in pain. Her lips parted to suck in the cool air and the thick bobbing pole rammed suddenly forward into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the giant head slide wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
"Nooooooooo," she sputtered in protest around the huge invading rod and thrust her hands against the man's sagging hair-covered belly trying desperately to push away, but it was no use.
Every inch of Bob Brighton's youthful frame quivered with revulsion and shame as the bestial mountain man jerked and plunged his cock ever deeper into his wife's mouth. Buck and Silas had positioned his chair less than three feet away from the bed and he could see the white blood-engorged flesh disappear between her lips inch by inch. He reminded Bob of an enormous bear: he stood in a lumbering pose over his wife's stretched out form and his thick hairy hands clenched painfully into the smoothly creamy flesh of her desperately wrenching shoulders. The weight of his hairy spreading belly brushed against Jane's nose. He struggled with his own helplessness as Jane's hands again tried to push the man's repulsive belly away from her. Josh's fingers jerked out in anger and he wrapped them around her moistened lips, puckering them tightly over the huge blunt head of his jerking cock and then steadily slithering the rapidly hardening shaft back through the desperately convulsing inner walls of her mouth as she sucked frantically for air.
"All right, city gal, get lickin' and suckin' fast, if ya 'spect you and your hubby to get back where you fools came from."
"Aaaagh," Jane coughed as the thickly bulging head slipped down to her throat, prodding cruelly at the moistly rubbery opening as though he meant to thrust himself down to her stomach. Hesitantly she began nibbling, then sucking to appease the man who was enjoying the spectacle of his degrading penetration; she began drawing inward and convulsing the tightly clasping walls of her mouth around the warmly quivering shaft, and she felt the hot moist tip flex and press against the wet inner walls of her dutifully sucking cheeks.
Bob flinched but could not turn his eyes away from the incredibly obscene coupling taking place before him. This could not be real. It was impossible, yet it was a nightmare come true! The grin on Josh's face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. Bob flinched and groaned out his anguish again as Josh clamped his open palms over his young wife's lewdly hollowing cheeks that tightened assertively around his rapidly throbbing cock. He could see the softly enclosing lips stretching slightly wider with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him. The thickness of his rod buried itself to its base between her wetly ovalling lips until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening protruding from between her lips. Then he watched, hypnotized, as the flesh of her lips puffed out grotesquely, clinging to the inflated male member on the outstroke.
Bob closed his eyes, but they shot open at the first wetly sluicing sound of his wife's tongue flicking over the stiffening rigidity of the man's cock. His eyes bulged from their sockets and his body stiffened as her tongue licked slowly up the hardening shaft. The blunt bulbous head throbbed and jerked and then, she began running her tongue moistly around and around the shiny lubricated head. Josh sunk his passionately stiffening fingers deep in her silky blonde hair and spread his heavy quivering thighs further apart. The tip of her tongue flicked teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until it throbbed and the man moaned at each nerve-tingling lick.
"Now let's see ya lick and smack that pretty little tongue of yours right around to the end, so's your husband can see it good," he hissed giving Bob another amused glance.
Bob watched as Jane drew back from the stiff throbbing rod, a look of confusion sweeping over her face. But once again she bent her head and her tongue curled out obediently from her mouth. It settled just below the red bulbous head on the underside of the shaft; when her tongue flicked involuntarily over it, Josh emitted a sudden gasp. Surprise registered on her face at his reaction and she did it again more rapidly, stroking her tongue lightly over the membrane, and avoiding any movement down the throbbing shaft toward the huge sperm-bloated sac between his legs. On and on her softly flicking tongue strummed just beneath the blunt lubricating head while Josh's thighs spread further apart over her face and the flesh of his legs began quivering excitedly.
"Down… lick it down to the end," he repeated with a groan.
Fear showed on her face. She closed her eyes to shut off the impending image of his large inflated testicles that would cum like a wild, rain-swollen river when she had moved her mouth to the base of the rapidly jerking shaft. Her eyelids slanted and closed in helpless acceptance of what she had to do, and she paused for a moment, then let the moistly warming flatness of her tongue flick wetly all the way down the underside of the huge throbbing cock until she had reached its juncture with his balls.
"My balls, lick the balls," he suddenly grunted.
"I can't. I just can't," she recoiled.
"Lick 'em, Goddamit," the enormous man gritted, thrusting his groin so that it pressed hard against her lips.
Instead, Jane reached out tentatively with a trembling hand until her fingers settled in the thick curly red pubic hair covering the soft flabbiness of his spreading belly. Her eyes seemed to slip into a daze as she trailed her fingers reluctantly through the bushy growth, watching his skin break out in goose-bumps beneath them. She gulped for air and slipped her hand around their sperm-filled fullness, the tips of her fingers resting behind them at the base between his legs. Still stalling for time, she drew her hand forward, massaging the outer fleshy skin between her thumb and forefinger until Josh groaned and whimpered at her gentle ministrations of his testicles.
"Lick 'em, suck 'em in your mouth," he commanded, and grabbed her head tightly by the roots of her tangled hair, unable to withstand the delay any longer.
"Oh, please no, pleeeease," she began to sob, looking up at him with one last plea for mercy.
"I said lick 'em, you no-good bitch," he yanked her head by the hair back down between his legs.
Bob's stomach turned and wrenched in fury. There was no describing it, there was no way to comprehend his shock as Jane's soft wet mouth was pressed against the man's huge, cum-swollen testicle sac, his heavily throbbing cock grazing the softness of her cheek like a great tree trunk. Her tongue flicked out, lightly licking the velvety sac all over, her eyes closed tightly and streams of tears dampened her face. Josh reached between her legs and pressed a testicle into the warm softness of her mouth, seizing Jane's trembling hands and stroking them up and down the full length of his outstretched inner thighs.
Bob watched in astonishment as he again dropped his hands down his throbbing cock and then pulling his ball out, slowly pushed it back into Jane's mouth, his palms pressed tightly against her cheeks, until her torso picked up the movement and began rapidly pumping her widely ovaled lips up and down around his harshly thrusting instrument. He dropped his hands to her heaving shoulders and ran his huge rough fingers over the smooth ivory flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to the full round breasts that bobbed and danced against his thighs, twisting and tweaking the small buds of her nipples into diamond chips of hardness.
God! His own wife was really sucking another guy, the horrible realization shot through Bob's mind. Such things took time to sink in, and up to this point he had almost rejected the fact entirely, but there was no doubt that she was sucking on the bastard's lust-swollen prick as though to please him and to make him empty his cum into her mouth! Anger at his wife now mixed irrationally with his rage at the hillbilly who bent passion-stricken as the obscene slap of tongue and lips that sucked and mewled over the hugely throbbing hardness brought the man named Josh almost to the bursting point.
Oh God! Bob thought helplessly, what had he done to deserve this? What sin of his own was worthy of this kind of punishment?
Meanwhile, beneath the wetly driving loins of the man fucking into her lips from above, Jane could feel the saliva in her mouth grow and grow. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of Josh's cock into its warm depths. She could feel his hips writhing and straining above her upwardly bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His long sensuous fingers were curled tightly in her hair slipping her mouth up and down over the end of his thrusting fleshy instrument as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-like lust. She could feel it stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left, and moaned piteously around it as it thrust forward hard down to her tonsils.
Stripped naked right before her own husband's eyes and being forced to suck another man to orgasm, she had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, and sucked with her mouth to end it as quickly as she could. There was nothing else but that now, nothing but to please him as best her innocent young body could, and pray it would be all they would demand.
Josh in front of her jerked suddenly as though stuck by a pin, and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, but it was hopeless as suddenly his cock erupted in the warm wet interior of her sucking mouth, unintelligible sounds of profanity rolling from his lips. His hot thick liquid squirted into her mouth like the rush of raging water through a too-small garden hose, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time from the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm. It lasted for a seeming eternity, her mouth filled with the pungent taste of his cum and passion, and then it jerked a long last jerk, and softened beneath her swirling tongue. Her senses were gone and she was hardly aware of it when a moment later his cock oozed in a soft slippery mass of flesh from between her lips. His hands pulled her head limply forward to lay trapped against the whole of his trembling loins.
She could still feel its rubbery soft length pressed tight against the cheek of her face, when she heard a grunt from below her nakedly spread loins.
"I-I get to fuck her now. Don't I Josh? D-don't I?" the idiot's voice pleaded.
Bob looked from Silas to Jane to see her response. His face registered disbelief at her flushing body spread nakedly on the bed, her silvery blonde hair strewn wantonly in all directions and her mouth glistening and wet from the man named Josh's cum. Before he had been fighting with all his strength but now his resistance was totally crushed. His glazed eyes stared unseeingly around the room, and then he sank numbly back in his chair as though someone had struck him with a jackhammer.
"Ya g-goin to let me f-fuck 'er, a-ain't ya, Josh? Ain't ya?" the moronic Silas moved from the end of the bed and blubbered before Josh's heaving form.
Josh lifted his body from the bed, grabbed for a chair and fell back into it, breathing deeply; then a lewd grin spread slowly over his face. "Yeah, Silas, let's see how she likes that big old horse-prick of yours," he bellowed, sweeping a fist back to the table for the bottle. He tilted it to his lips and his arm wavered slightly with exhaustion.
Beads of perspiration broke out on Jane's forehead as Silas moved toward her, his eyes racing wildly over the sight of her voluptuous trembling body spread helplessly on the bed. He moved closer, his mouth hanging open in rapture, and she bolted upright and jerked her quivering body far back into the corner of the bed. Her eyes searched frantically around the room for a way to escape, but there was no place to go. The wall was behind her and the wide-eyed idiot moved steadily closer, saliva wettening his slack lips. She cowered in the corner, looking more naked and frightened than anything he had ever seen in his life. Silas' eyes locked in lustful desire on the tiny opening nestling in the sparse soft field of blonde cuntal hair between her legs. "I-I want to eat her p-pussy first."
"No, please not that. Please, not thaaaat," Jane broke out suddenly in wild sobbing.
What does she know about that? her wide-eyed young husband's fevered mind raced on. She looks like she's afraid of enjoying it! He could bear anything but that. Not the humiliation of her enjoying that slobbering idiot licking her cunt right in front of him.
Suddenly, she bolted from the bed and hurled herself at the unwary Josh, her nails sinking into his flesh and ripping like talons of a hawk down the sides of his face. The skin gave way and a look of surprise flashed across his face as a pitiful dot of blood trailed down his cheek. Then she was thrust back on the cot by Josh's huge meaty hands that drew her thighs apart until they settled on the sides of the bedstead.
"I'll hold this little city pussy wide open for ya to go to it," he snarled and jerked her knees wide apart.
The raw pink flesh of her moistly glistening cuntal lips opened and stretched until the whole of her vaginal slit was completely exposed to all the men. Josh maintained the outward pressure on her legs and Bob could see the lust-crazed look on Silas' face contort with the steadily arising bulge of his enormous cock in his pants.
"Just look at that pussy. Why, I bet it's all juicy just thinkin' about you," Josh hissed and thrust a finger hard into the lushly soft opening of her spread vagina, bringing a helpless twist from her body and a groan of pain from her tortured lips. He left his finger insinuated inside where Silas' hypnotized eyes could see it, then began massaging it around and around the slowly wettening passage. "Look at all this honey just waitin' on ya," he said and pulled the wetly shining finger out, waving it before Silas' wildly bulging eyes.
There was no need for further invitation. Silas made one mad leap and was between Jane's widely pinioned legs, beads of saliva spilling in anticipation from the corners of his mouth. He took a last unbelieving look at the softly undulating curves and hollows spread above him, then lowered his head to the luscious pink slit, his tongue uncoiling out of his mouth like a huge panting dog's ready to lap up its dinner.
Bob's mind tailspinned at the sight of the tongue that was as monstrously proportioned as the cock pressing against the idiot's pants. He looked on passively while the great slobbering tongue snaked forward, burying itself in the thinly bearded little mouth up between her thighs with a quick wet sluicing sound. Jane's body jerked and a small mewl escaped from her lips at the softly swirling contact. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The lewd probing tongue darted hotly up to the top of her pubic split and her mouth dropped open in a wild picture of sudden involuntary ecstasy. Instead of the scream Bob had expected, he heard a long deep groan escape her lips. Oh God, this couldn't be his own wife, he thought. She wouldn't do this right before him. But the huge tongue fluttered over the delicately throbbing bud of her clitoris and her abdomen quivered, the cords on her neck straining until she emitted another more desperate sigh. Her muscles rippled under the youthful tightness of her skin and she strained her heels into the metal sides of the bedstead.
"See, Silas, she loves ya," Josh's harsh voice egged him on, a trace of surprise evident in his voice.
"Don't Silas. Please, noooooo," her voice begged softly.
For a moment Silas did lift his head at the sound of his own name being spoken, his eyes blurring with the confusion of another human trying to reach out to him. But the image of her warmly writhing young pussy spread out above him quickly dulled that and he whined menacingly at her pleading form, his humanity diminishing to a jealous fury with anything that threatened to take this prize away from him. He dug his long fingers into the softly quivering hair-covered lips and pressed them teasingly and greedily apart, his rapidly panting mouth just above the now fully splayed-out split of her tensely uplifted crotch. Then he lowered his head to the softly glistening plane and sniffed it, his face working frantically like an animal who had found a bitch in heat who was ready to fuck.
He began hungrily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs, running his tongue wetly the full length of it from the tight-closed little pucker of her vaginal opening up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny sensation bud atop her pubic mound. Once again Bob heard her frightened gasps change to soft mewls and groans of pleasure – pleasure that she didn't want but that the great slithering tongue licking at her forced her to enjoy. She dug her feet into the bedstead and tried to jerk away, yet all the while her body continued to writhe and twist demonically.
"Ooooh God, Silas, stop! Please stop licking me like that!" she sputtered out.
If Silas had heard her words they hadn't registered and his tongue cut through the moistly palpitating plane of her widely spread cunt like a knife curling through hot, half-melted butter. It stopped suddenly to plunge its way over the elastic-like rim of her vagina, thrusting forcefully against the warm passageway until its long slippery length began to worm snake-like into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy. She jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground down into the mattress trying to escape the maddening assault on her vaginal walls. Then her head fell slowly back to the mattress and began flailing from side to side as the tongue spread steadily in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. Bob watched his nakedly writhing young wife in dismay as her belly rippled and her arms stiffened at her sides. Then Silas gave an extra hard thrust into her open cunt with his tongue…
"Oooooh God," she groaned and raised her hands, holding them indecisively for a moment above her squirming body before dropping them to tangle passionately in the idiot's shaggy hair.
This couldn't be Jane. It just couldn't… not the young frigid bride whose obstinate innocence he had struggled with for over a year. Her mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture – her lust-smoked eyes staring up into a void. Her hips began a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the steadily continuing probings of the skinny boy's long sinewy tongue. Soft sputterings of animal pleasure came from between her tightly clenched teeth. She seemed caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and her upper torso writhed like a belly-dancer's, shoulders shimmying down on the mattress. Her legs flowered wider and wider… she was almost ready to cum!
"Hey, Buck," Josh's excited voice cut through his thoughts. "While he fucks her cunt, you fuck her tight lil asshole!"
Bob's horrified thoughts rebelled but in spite of his anger and helplessness returned to the scene on the bed as Silas slowly drew up his slavering mouth from the wild abandoned tempo of his young wife's hungrily undulating body. He inched clumsily up between her widespread legs and struggled with his zipper. Josh, filled with lusty impatience, moved to the end of the bed and pulled Silas' tattered pants down his scrawny white legs. Then Silas, finding himself unencumbered, inched forward until he was positioned between her legs directly over her moistly splayed out groin. He grinned and beamed down at the gleaming voluptuousness of her body, lighting his eyes on the narrow wasp-like waist and the firm full buttocks squashed helplessly beneath him. Then he lowered his eyes and smirked idiotically at the length of his giant shaft stiffening over her wet and ready vaginal opening.
"I-I'm goin' to fuck her. You's all watchin' now, ain't ya?" he whimpered inanely, and cast a sadistically conquering glance at her unbelievingly watching husband.
Every inch of Bob Brighton's body broke out into a chilled sweat and his eyes bulged from his head as he took in the enormous bull-like rod that was about to skewer deep into his young helplessly spread wife's belly. It wasn't human! It reared out from his scrawny belly like a third arm with a huge tightly balled fist at the end. It was at least ten inches long and two inches wide and the two great sperm-inflated balls hanging at the base gave it the menacing look of a bull's genitals. He could see between the man's skinny legs to the tight elastic opening of Jane's lusciously snug little cunt; the monster cock would split her wide open. He'd tear her in two! Tears welled in the corners of his eyes as he watched the tiny wet rim of her pussy contract and throb around the edges like a fish out of water and gasping for breath, and he ached all over from the thought of his lovely young wife laid out in front of him to be used by such a creature as that creature willed.
"Hey, Buck, you gotta stick it up her snotty lil ass," Josh's voice broke through urgently.
The pressure in Bob Brighton's head increased until he thought the top of his skull would blow off. He struggled to lunge at the muscular young Buck while still tied to the chair but Josh pulled him back by a rung and the chair tipped crazily and sent up a feeble clatter. An additional rope in Josh's hand bound his ankles to the chair. He was completely helpless, everything fettered but his eyes that raced insanely over Buck's stocky form rapidly undoing the opening to his denims.
"Josh, I don't think we should stretch her too much," the young man stammered reluctantly at the same time his eyes wandered lustfully over Jane's passionately quivering body and his trembling hands continued to undo the straining material over the hardening bulge in his pants.
"Are you a man or not?" Josh snorted, gulping from his bottle and looking down with pleasure at the still fully erect hardness of his cock that stuck out obscenely from his unzipped pants.
"That ain't got nothin' to do with it. I just don't enjoy hurtin' no woman."
Josh shrugged and nodded to the bed with a malicious grin. "Well, somebody's gotta fuck that tight little butt of hers. If you don't I guess I will."
Buck's pants dropped quickly to the floor as he opened the bottom button and fully exposed his long thick cock. It stood out in proud menacing erection, every throbbing inch fully apparent to Bob who sat less than four feet away. He watched aghast as Buck slowly unbuttoned his soiled shirt and threw it to the chair in the corner, then bent over and pulled the pants from his ankles. He was totally naked now and a lustful exuberance became obvious in the quivering ripples of his strongly muscled body. He moved to the bed purposefully, shoving Silas and Jane onto their sides and exposing the smoothly curving cheeks of her firm moon-like buttocks.
"I was doin' it first. I got to get it in yet!" Silas protested in a high whine.
He reached to Jane's form lying sidewise between the two men and lifted up a knee as far in the air as it would go. Her buttocks ground away from him only to come up with a swish against Buck's rigidly throbbing hardness from behind… and Silas guided his long thick bludgeon forward in his sweaty hands, steadily parting the soft blonde pubic hair with the warmly throbbing head. Then the moistly softening folds of her pussy closed wetly over the rounded tip of his cock and Bob groaned as the thick purple head found the hungry, waiting little opening, his wife grinding her pelvis frantically away from it.
"Oh God, Silas… you musn't. You'll kill me!" she pleaded and her husband's head jerked forward.
"I'm going to kill you bastards when I get out of here," the words wrenched inescapably from Bob's lips.
"Aaaargh," her head fell back and she screamed in pain as the young grotesquely built boy pressurized the huge instrument forward.
He slid past the tightly clasping elastic ring of her outer cuntal lips and Jane squealed and flailed her head from side to side, but it couldn't have been from the pain. She was wet and open and he slid into her easily from the warm moist secretions that had flowed from her vagina during the teasing ministrations of his tongue a moment ago. His huge blood-filled hardness wormed steadily forward, pressing the softly clinging flesh in great waves before it until the monstrous rod of flesh disappeared from view, enclosed in the moistly clinging walls of her cunt like a bludgeon stuck cruelly into its deeply impaled victim's belly.
She trembled visibly as he grunted and burrowed into her deeper – deeper on his huge skewering pole. She squirmed and wriggled and contracted the sinews of her belly to try and force him out, but it was useless. Everything gave way before the steadily burrowing instrument that forced its passage through the snugly clasping vaginal muscles until suddenly, it hit bottom and was sunk to the hilt in the narrow fleshy channel. His balls smacked loudly into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass. There was no point in resisting any longer and the sheer bulk of his enormous cock forced her thighs wider apart before her husband's eyes.
"Oh God, God, it feels good!" pierced through Bob's ears as his writhing young wife suddenly threw her arms tightly around the young idiot boy's neck and screamed out her surrender.
Chills tingled down the length of his spine as the huge pulsating cock pushed into her pussy again, only with greater force this time. Lost! They were lost! Everything that was right and good was slipping from them, their marriage, their future, all of it dissolving in her surrender to the hardness of the virile young cock sunk deep up between her open legs. She lifted her writhing crotch upward, searching for the blood-gorged organ as though it were a magnetic pole. She moaned incoherently again as he rolled her over on top of him, her knees drawn up by his hips and slowly withdrew his warmly pulsing cock and then began a slow rocking motion up between her wide-split thighs. Bob didn't want to hear anymore! She was a whore now, a whore! She ground her pelvis down the boy's and squeezed her firmly quivering thighs tighter around his hips, rocking down against him with equal force.
"Jesus Christ!" Bob heard Josh get up from his chair. "Look at little Mrs. Hot Pussy fuck the kid's cock!"
"Oooooooh, ooooooh," she was moaning at the first contact Buck's hands made with her wildly gyrating buttocks.
His harshly gripping fingers grasped open her behind, drawing the smooth, whitely rounded cheeks wide apart until they were stretched away from each other and the cool air rushed into the hot interior between her legs. Suddenly, his wildly slavering lips were coursing all around the exposed and straining flesh of her smoothly ovaled buttocks. He bit and nibbled into them gently, bringing tiny gasps of pleasure from her as she continued to rock her hotly throbbing crotch down against Silas pumping up into her from below. Buck pulled them even further apart and she whined as his long thick tongue darted out and licked into the hot slightly sweating crevice. He pulled and stretched at the cheeks until the tight rubbery ring in the center strained open. Buck's tongue licked slowly down the length of her anal crevice and stopped to flutter wildly over the tight, throbbing little ring of her rectum, sending her entire body into a wild ecstatic spasm of pleasure that buffeted her body into Silas skewering into her from below.
"Fuck it! Fuck it!" Josh screamed insanely. "Get on with it, boy!"
Bob Brighton sagged limply in his chair. He was unable to believe his eyes. His desire-crazed young wife was gyrating and rotating her hips with all the passion he had seen earlier when Silas had lapped at her softly glistening cunt. He had shoved it out of his mind, relegating her actions to a temporary failing, but now she was circling and clenching her hotly welcoming young pussy up and down the long palpating pole like someone who definitely knew what she was after. There was no longer any doubt – Jane had done this before. One of these gross creatures had awakened a passion in her that had escaped him throughout an entire year of marriage.
"Oh God, Buck!" she sputtered and writhed on Silas' cock, her mind no longer her own. "Do it to me too!"
Buck's stiffly throbbing organ prodded for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle at the entrance of her naked rectum and he shoved forward with a jerk way up his cock. She was the one who made the first movement; she drew her hotly sucking young pussy up the full length of Silas' cock buried deep in her belly, and lifted her behind high up in the air, skewering herself wildly onto the hardened pole stuck in her buttocks. Buck gasped loudly and dug deep into her back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned his pelvis heavily around the tight narrow hole. She went momentarily limp under his sudden brutal passion, but soon she was grinding back up against the hard unresisting bluntness.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeees!" she screamed as Buck flicked his hips violently and sank completely to the depths of her warm rubbery rectum.
"Hold her down, boys, hold her tight," Josh puffed rapturously from beside the bed. "I'm gonna fuck her mouth."
"Oh, yes, Josh, stick it in my mouth. I want your cock. I want to suck it," Jane intoned, her face flushed and contorted with a wild unbridled lust.
And before the incredulous eyes of her husband Josh's huge form groaned down onto the front of the creaking bed, his throbbing cock slithering without resistance between Jane's widely ovaled lips into her welcoming mouth. For the second time that night she sucked and licked at the vicious sperm-inflated prick like a starving child, her tiny hands curling up his thighs and cupping the huge sac of his balls. Her buttocks waggled for attention and Silas and Buck, their attention caught by Josh's swift entry, resumed the prodding of their own lustfully throbbing penises deep into her, Silas in her wetly throbbing pussy and Buck up the warm rubbery depths of her ass, slowly falling into a smooth rocking motion that buffeted her lewdly writhing torso doll-like between them. He watched in disbelief as Jane's hips moved backwards to meet the upthrust of Buck cramming it into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole of Silas' huge bestial cock into her hot steaming pussy, her body undulating and her buttocks moving in tiny obscenely welcoming circles between the two men. She had completely forgotten Bob and their marriage and her wild uninhibited exhibition with these coarse hillbillies right in front of him proved it.
His throat lumped in a choking knot as he watched the three men fucking into his wife with an ever growing forcefulness, their crotches grinding and slapping noisily against her insanely straining body until he feared they would split her in two. He could see the ragged pink edges of her cunt drawing back with Silas' cock on the outstroke and disappear back inside when he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The same was true with the tightly clasping opening of her wide-stretched rectum as Buck skewered into it with devilish fury. But instead of fainting from the shock and pain, she was panting for more, her hands fluttering greedily over the three male bodies surrounding her as though she wanted to devour every inch of them. The lump in Bob's throat broke into a tormented groan that came from the deepest recesses of his tortured soul; this humiliation was too great for any one man to stand!
"Aaaaaarg!" Josh clenched, and his head tossed and fell back into the air.
Bob sickened and his face turned blue with rage as the enormous red-haired man thrust his loins hard up against Jane's face, and Josh and Buck tensed from the tips of their toes to their heaving shoulders, their straining lips bared back from their teeth in a picture of ecstasy that could only mean one thing.
"Aaaaaaaaah! Cummmmmmming! I'm cummmmming," Jane's screech sputtered out around Josh's pile-driving cock, her body jolting and wrenching as though she were being filled with countless kilowatts of energy.
Yes, they were shooting their hot milky sperm into every orifice of her helplessly receiving young body, squirting it all the way deep down into her belly three ways and filling her every pore. This grotesque nightmare was really true! The realization hit Bob like a hot pike in the groin as he watched the three men arch back their heads in unison and groan, thrusting the fully expanded lengths of their jerking cocks into each of his wife's tender orifices, their bodies flinching and their hands pulling at her lushly swaying breasts like the mitts of monstrous lust-crazed animals. They cursed and sputtered, uttering strange inhuman sounds that mixed wildly with unintelligible country obscenities hurled violently at Bob's vanquished bride wildly tossing on the bed between them.
Jane felt the delicious hot waves of white liquid pouring into her like a great tidal eruption. It ran out of her hungrily sucking mouth and swilled through the tingling crevice between her legs, from the top of her buttocks to the tip of her clitoris, mixing with her own cum juice that flowed wetly around Silas' deep imbedded prick. The hot walls of her vagina continued to clasp and unclasp, milking at the pouring organ like a sucking starving mouth. Her firm young body was drained of everything and her limbs collapsed loosely on the bed beneath the three men, her spread-eagle form panting deeply in total satiation.
"Keep suckin', bitch, don't stop suckin'," she dimly heard Josh say and she went on wildly nibbling until his limp useless cock slipped noisily out of her mouth and he threw his arm out to the side in exhaustion, smiling arrogantly at her husband and then pushing her sperm-covered young body away from him in one last humiliating insult.
Bob closed his eyes as Josh pulled up his pants and swayed across the room.
"Get up now, boys," he suddenly heard hissed from the other end of the room. The shattered young husband turned and his eyes opened wide in terror. Josh was standing there with a shot gun poised at his shoulder and aimed at them.
"What the hell ya doin'?" Buck gasped, scrambling up from the bed with Silas following quickly behind him. Jane's eyes shot open and she bolted upright on the mattress, pulling the tattered dress to her chest as though it would protect her against the gun.
"Pull that dress on, lady," Josh hissed, and waved the gun so threateningly at Jane that her arms began trembling and she gave the torn dress yet another rip as she pulled it over her head.
"What's goin' on," Buck repeated in a frantic voice, his eyes fixed in fear on Josh's poised frame while he stumbled for his pants.
"I'm finishing this thing off," Josh said in an even voice. "And I don't want no evidence of nothin' out of the ordinary if they find the bodies. Pull on them bikini panties you been flauntin' around, gal."
Silas stood behind Jane as she pulled the bikini panties up her shaking legs. He reached down for the crumbled brassiere of her swim suit and Josh snatched it out of his hands and stuffed it into his pocket with a malicious gleam in his eye as though he meant to save it for a souvenir. "I done decided I ain't takin' no chances. Now, if Mr. and Mrs. will just step to the door, I think we'll take a little walk to the woods."
"Josh, you don't know what you're doin'," Buck pleaded, but kept his distance from the man. He reached for the almost empty bottle on the table and took a long swig. "You're goin' to get us into big trouble that'll stand up far more serious than them catchin' us moonshinin!"
"You with me or you achin' for a bullet in your fool brain," Josh shouted in an angry voice that made it clear he had reached the edge of his patience. "Now cut them ropes on the chair."
There was a sudden scuffling noise and then a grunt from Josh as Bob Brighton leapt out from the chair, the ropes still binding his ankles dragging the chair behind him as he flung himself at Josh's waist. Then there was a loud clap as the gun went off, and Jane cringed down on the bed not knowing whom, or if even she had been shot. The flurry of bodies dissolved as Silas fell onto the floor, tears streaming from his eyes like a child's as he gaped at the blood running from his ankle. Josh still had the gun and without looking once at Silas' shot leg, he waved Buck aside and Bob to the wall.
"Watch out, city slicker," he hissed in hate. "You don't know about guns and I do. I'm gonna do your wife up real painless and quick. But afterwards I'm gonna riddle you slow-like, in payment for the hurt you caused Silas here."
Jane looked without sympathy at Silas gaping and crying over his bullet-ridden leg as he rocked on the floor. She was too frightened to feel anything at all. Josh motioned her up from the bed. She stood, her mouth bone dry and her limbs too stiffened to even quake. Instead, it was Buck who trembled. She watched rigidly, as though the blood that she knew was going to pour from her had already been drained, while Buck's shaking fingers undid the rope at Bob's ankles. Her eyes moved upward to her husband's head. One last deeply searching look registered on his face and then they were moving together toward the door, the dull thought flickering crazily through her mind that Bob had really looked at her fully for the first time; and she had no idea, never would have any idea what he had wanted to say, but somehow there was the feeling that they were thinking together again and that was enough.
"Do it quick. Get it over quick, Josh," Buck pleaded behind him.
The next thing Jane knew they had stepped out onto the porch. Dawn was breaking and the muddy yard was swept with a rosy glow as the sun rose behind the forest. But the peaceful scene was broken by another loud clap like thunder and Jane, steeling herself for a long walk toward death, through rain, instead looked to the side to see Josh's mouth gape open in shock before he pitched forward dead on the floor of the porch with a dull thud that shook the flimsy shack. More gunshots broke out, sounding at their heels and then far behind them at the shack, as she and her husband dashed frantically into the forest. She caught a last glimpse of Buck at the door of the shack, pulling the rifle from Josh's dead grasp, then he crawled back behind the half-opened door. The volley began to come from Buck in the cabin shooting up to the hills behind the still. The crossfire had begun and one last thought of the man buried in the woods and the interminable feuds Buck had mentioned crossed through her mind. These must be the relatives of the man Josh had killed. Then she and Bob were running down a thickly wooded ravine along the road, leaving Buck behind to fight it out with the feuding mountain men in his own way.