After the kinks were worked out, life in the Country was magnificent. When we weren't making love to each other, Susan and I eagerly got it on with the animals, by ourselves or together. Brute, Firestreak, yes, even the pigs and the goat we fucked and sucked them all, and often.
A little over two years went by with no hitches. It was hard to believe that life could be this wonderful after all I'd been through.
Then one night in winter, with the snow blowing outside, everything went topsy-turvy. In case you haven't figured it out in advance, a man was at the bottom of it. A goddamn man.
Susan and I were lying in bed nude, fondling each other after a long, tiring love-making session, and watching a sitcom on the tube. In the middle of a commercial for floor wax, the broadcast was interrupted by a local news bulletin. A notorious murderer and rapist had broken out of death row and was at-large.
"Say, Mom," Susan said, "isn't the state prison in this county?"
"Yes," I answered. "Just a few miles from here. The authorities figure that if it's out here in the sticks there'll be no place to escape to if someone breaks out."
"Then the guy they're talking about on the TV could be tramping around in these woods," Susan said with a chill, the first time I'd seen her scared in a long while. Now a maturing young woman of sixteen, my daughter was usually remarkably poised under stress.
Suddenly the howling cry of an animal menacingly filled the night.
"Bloodhounds!" Susan gasped. "The authorities do think that bastard's around here!"
The reporter on television was still talking about the jailbreak, and now he said what neither Susan nor I wanted to hear. "Slaughter is thought to be in the Pines Forest area…"
"That's us." Susan gulped.
"… Warden Wheeler of the state prison says Slaughter should be considered extremely dangerous. The warden was quoted as saying that Slaughter probably feels he has nothing to lose because he's scheduled to be executed already, so he's capable of any atrocity… Now back to our regularly scheduled program."
The sitcom came back on in the middle of a pretty funny joke, but we weren't laughing. Susan wasn't the only one who was frightened now.
"Duke Slaughter," I finally forced myself to say. "Isn't he the one who raped all those women and then slashed their throats?"
Susan nodded her head. Her face was pale in spite of all the time she spent outdoors. Poor thing.
"You just wait here, darling," I rose to the occasion and tenderly stroked her. "I'll barricade the door and it'll make you feel a lot safer, you'll see."
Leaving Susan trembling in bed, I got up and started searching for anything solid I could throw up against the doors. Starting on the front entrance first, I piled two chairs and a table against it and was convinced it was impregnable.
It probably was, too. Unfortunately, however, a kitten could still walk through the still unfortified back door.
It was anything but a kitten, though, abruptly stomping around in the kitchen.
Brute came alive and started violently barking at the intruder. But then there was a brutal thwack, the sound of a body falling, and silence except for advancing footsteps. Anybody strong enough to take care of Brute was somebody I didn't want to meet.
Acting instinctively, I ran across the room and scrambled under the bed. In my stark terror, I had temporarily forgotten all about the vulnerable Susan.
By the time I realized I had abandoned my daughter, it was too late to act. A pair of muddy workboots had tromped into the room, and I could hear a man snorting like a bull.
"Heh-heh-heh," he laughed. "Lookie here at this sweet teenage meat. It's like God wanted me to find it. He musta led me here."
Abruptly I recalled that in addition to his other problems, I had read that Duke Slaughter was a religious fanatic. At his trial he'd claimed God had ordered him to rape and kill his hapless victims.
"P-please," Susan was barely able to force herself to speak, she was so terrified. "P-please leave me alone."
"The Man Upstairs wouldn't like that, little girl," Slaughter mumbled thickly, sounding like a low-grade dimwit. "No, The Big Fella wouldn't like that one bit after we went to all the trouble to bring me here. It was like I was one of them three wise men followin' a star."
"Are… are you going to… to rape me?" Susan's voice quavered.
"Damn straight," the big man smacked his lips. "Gonna fuck the living shit outta you, little lady."
"And you claim God wants you to do that?" Susan asked incredulously.
"No doubt about it. Why do you think I broke outta the slammer? To get away from all that sinful homosexuality and find myself the kinda hole to fuck that the Bible says is right. Now you just help me do God's work by opening up your fine legs, little girl."
"And if I don't?" she defiantly asked.
"I'll blow your friggin' brains out with this here gun I took off a guard, and then screw your damn corpse."
Spread your legs, I was mentally screaming to Susan. Do what he wants. It's better to be raped than dead. He probably murdered his other victims because they were foolish enough to resist. Relax and enjoy it, Susan!
After a tense pause, I heard Slaughter say, "Mmmmmm, that's it, honey. You've got a sweet, young cunt. The kind ol' Duke likes best-about sixteen years old I'd guess."
Well, he may have been a moron, but Slaughter was an expert when it came to young pussy.
"My sister was just about your age when I started fucking her," the escaped convict continued. "Her cunt was so tight in them days, it still hurts my pecker to think about it. Too bad she grew up and got married and had all them kids-the last time I screwed her, her pussy was like a damn gas main."
Then all I could hear was Slaughter's obscenely hard breathing. It was interrupted by the screech of a zipper whirring downward. Looking out from under the bed, I could see his filthy pants fall to the floor.
"What do you think of my dick, little girl?"
"It-it's certainly big," Susan choked.
"I know, God made me a special present of it," Slaughter said. "Every pansy on death row was beggin' me to fuck 'em in the ass."
"I-I don't know if I'd be able to take it all," Susan whimpered.
"The harder the struggle, the tighter the fit," the convict lewdly laughed. "I already told you ol' Duke likes a tight pussy. And your little slit looks like a damn dandy, girlie."
All of a sudden the bed started to rattle above me. Apparently Susan was struggling.
No, no, darling, I wanted to implore her. Take it easy. Relax and enjoy it. Let him fuck you and live!
Of course there was no way I could actually speak. Slaughter was far too big and powerful for me. My only chance was to surprise him.
"I see you're a regular wildcat," Slaughter rasped to Susan. "I'll show you how Duke Slaughter handles wildcats. Just like Daniel in the lion's den."
After a split second that seemed to last forever, a chilling smack filled the air. Then the depression in the mattress from Susan's body abruptly lifted. Glancing to my right from under the bed, I saw my daughter landing on the floor from the awesome force of Slaughter's blow. Her mouth was bleeding from the punch, her tawny legs spread from the impact of the fall.
Now the convict's bare limbs came into view, framing my daughter's trembling, naked body.
The stark fear in my child's bugging eyes told me that the sight of Slaughter's hard-on must be fearsome. I found myself wishing he'd turn to the side so I could see it for myself.
Then, my wish came true. For some reason he shifted his position forty-five degrees to the right and was stroking his prick.
Duke Slaughter was a big, big man by any standard-but his cock was even bigger. It was impossible by all standards.
I won't even attempt to estimate its length. Let's just say that it definitely exceeded Firestreak's stallion equipment.
Duke Slaughter was one crook who didn't need to arm himself. He had his own deadly weapon growing like a bludgeon from between his legs.
When the shadow of his hard-on was across her face, Slaughter looked down at Susan and growled, "How do you want it, little sister?"
"Wha… what are my choices?" my daughter bravely gulped.
"Asshole or cunt," he tersely answered. I could see her wince, as I felt myself do the same. The prospect of Slaughter's phallic monster up a sixteen-year-old girl's exceptionally tight anus was frightening.
"Okay," Susan wearily gave in. "Go ahead and fuck my pussy. I promise I won't fight you any more."
Good girl!
Maybe things would work out after all. If Susan didn't struggle, then Slaughter would get all wrapped up in fucking her. When he turned his back to me again, I'd crawl out from under the bed and bash him over the head with a lamp or something.
Breathlessly I waited for the rapist to enter the succulent preserve between my daughter's spread legs. Because of the adrenaline pumping through her body, Susan's cunt throbbed invitingly. Slaughter couldn't resist trying to get inside for long.
However, instead of getting down to Susan's level he abruptly reached down and snatched her up from the floor as though she were weightless. Holding her in the air like a doll, he brought her down on a direct angle toward his looming hard-on. Slaughter was going to fuck my daughter in mid-air.
Quickly the escaped convict centered the purple head of his prick against Susan's crotch, sliding its girth into the groove of her pink labia. It was shocking to see my child's beautiful, young pussy invaded by this alien force.
Jerking Susan's trunk toward him, Slaughter brutally slammed several phallic inches home. After he repeated the process, there was sufficient penetration to allow him to remove his hands and still leave her airborne. Yes, the pole of his cock was so strong he could suspend a healthy 16-year-old girl on it.
I knew I was supposed to be concentrating on my plan to put out Slaughter's lights, but the truth was that I was mesmerized by the incredible action. Duke Slaughter must have enjoyed himself plenty on his way to death row.
Once he had her securely locked in place, the fiend amused himself by bounding Susan up and down on the giant prong of his hard-on. Even though only half of his prick was engorging her twat, she was crying with pain because it was already in too far.
With his hands free, Slaughter squeezed Susan's firm sixteen-year-old tits. He pinched them until they were bright red and stiff.
In the meantime, his cock was accomplishing a few extra inches of probing insertion from the constant fucking motion. Eventually, perhaps two thirds of it was torturously filling my daughter's tight pussy. I couldn't help but wonder if even I, as a grown, fully developed woman, could take all of this prick to the hilt without splitting in two.
Apparently Slaughter was satisfied with the depth of his cock. He dropped his hands from Susan's tits to her waist and began jogging her rapidly back and forth. Masturbating with her. Getting ready to come.
A flash of insight abruptly struck me. Now was the time for my attack!
For the first time in several minutes, I looked away from the brutal rape of my daughter. On the track again, I was searching for a weapon.
Finally I settled on the biggest lamp we owned. The base was made out of a chunk of redwood.
While Slaughter snorted, Susan whimpered, and his huge cock pulled noisily in and out of her narrow pussy, I made my move. Scooting out from under the bed, I practically dove for the lamp.
Snatching it from the table top, I wheeled around and smashed it over Slaughter's head just as he turned around to see what was going on. Believe me, I put everything I had into that blow.
Unfortunately, my best had about as much effect on the thick-necked, hard-headed Slaughter as a gnat bite. Without even blinking, he kept right on fucking.
In fact, it even seemed to help him. Just seconds after the crash against his skull, his balls violently contracted and he came like a rocket in my daughter's cunt.
From my place beside them, I had a perfect view of the excess cum gushing from the sides of Susan's fucked twat. Within seconds her usually tan and smooth thighs were coated with the lumpy whiteness of sticky male gruel.
Maybe Slaughter was so absorbed in what he was doing he had forgotten I was even there. Perhaps if I made a break for it, I could reach the shiny gun that I now saw lying on the bed where he'd left it I darted to my right. I got about two feet. It was like running into a brick wall.
Slaughter reached out with one of his arms to stop me the instant I'd moved. Swinging violently, he felled me.
"Oh, Mom, are you all right?" Susan cried from her perch atop Slaughter's enormous cock.
"Don't worry, little girl, your momma'll be all right after I fuck her," the barbarian answered for me. "Nothin' ol' Duke likes better'n humpin' the daughter, and then following it up by screwing the cunt where she come from. I call that real togetherness."
"Leave my mother alone, you animal!" Susan shrieked.
"Whatta you care, little Miss Teenybopper," Slaughter growled, "I already gave you your fair share. Christ, your momma wants it as bad as you did, you little whore."
"Don't argue with the man, Susan," I forced myself to interrupt. There was no point in antagonizing the sadistic escaped convict; pleasing him was the name of the game if we were to survive. "God wants him to fuck me, the same as with you. We don't have anything to say about it. It's God's way."
"But, Mother-"
"Shhhhhh, dear," I softly hissed. "Mother knows best. The Lord works in mysterious ways."
Suddenly she got it. I could see by the expression on her face, and the way she quickly winked at me. Susan realized that if I seemed cooperative by playing into his religious fantasy, Slaughter would finally withdraw the sword of his prick from her suffering pussy and leave her alone. Maybe she could scurry to safety and get some help.
To make certain the plan had a chance, I decided to appear more than just cooperative. Still on the floor, I took advantage of my sprawled position to spread my legs to the ultimate. My pussy was flexing from between my thighs like a hairy fist.
"I'll bet you can't get it all the way inside me," I boldly challenged Slaughter. It was a spontaneous and cunning piece of strategy that put the rapist on the defensive for the first time.
Sliding Susan off his prick, he hissed at me: "You bitch! The Devil sent you to test me, didn't he?" Susan went flying into a corner and bounced like a rubber ball, but at least her punishment was over.
All the while, I was flashing my open twat, daring Slaughter to fuck me. The quicker he accepted my challenge for him to try and take me to the hilt, the sooner Susan could get away.
"Well, come on, Strongboy," I taunted him. "Are you going to fish or cut bait?"
I could tell he was dying to slug me. Steam was practically coming out of his chunky ears. I should have been terrified, but surprisingly I wasn't.
Even Slaughter was smart enough to realize that if he knocked me unconscious he'd never be able to prove to me he could screw me all the way down to his balls. It almost killed him, but somehow Slaughter managed not to clobber me.
"Stop stalling, motherfucker!" I snapped. "Put your cock in my cunt and start fucking me, you big ape." He growled just like the gorilla I had compared him to. When he began to guide his enormous hard-on toward my pussy, he resembled King Kong armed with a baseball bat.
"Hmmmmmppphhh," I snorted contemptuously, playing my role to the maximum. "I've seen bigger dongs thin that on interior decorators."
When he bellowed with rage, the ape became a monster. Slaughter had nothing but destruction on his primitive mind.
Using his huge cock like a battering ram, he blindly rushed me. He was so spaced-out from fury that I could have easily moved to one side and eluded him. However, I didn't move a muscle.
Now he was on top of me, bashing his prick into my cunt. What carnal brutality! I could feel the pain from the tips of my wriggling toes to the top of my tingling scalp.
Slaughter's thrusting probe took my breath away with its sheer power. In fact, his dick was halfway within my twat before I remembered that my plan was to try and retard his penetration so Susan could do something.
So I began fighting back with my pussy muscles, trying to clog the portion of my fuck-hole not yet engorged by cock.
Over in the corner Susan was shaking off her dizziness and trying to stand up. Even from my partially blocked view, I could see that her snatch was black and blue as a result of Slaughter's phallic punishment.
While the convict was raping me, Susan tottered across the room toward the kitchen. When I realized she planned to escape out the back door, I let out a scream to cover up the noise.
It worked. Susan got outside without a hitch. She was going for help. Now all I had to do in the meantime was keep fucking Slaughter. When the search party arrived, he'd be a sitting duck.
Time was a factor, though. I had no idea how long it would take Susan to find the authorities that were roaming the woods.
In other words, the tighter I made my cunt, the harder the fuck would be for Slaughter. The longer it would take, increasing chances that help could arrive before he was gone, and my life might be saved.
I could feel my vaginal sinews twisting like the strands in a steel cable. Believe me, I was giving the biggest of all pricks a real fight.
"You bitch! You filthy bitch!" Slaughter snarled in frustration.
"Tsk, tsk! What would God say about such language," I exclaimed. "You should be praying, Duke, not cursing."
"You're the one'll be praying, slut, after I'm through with you," he replied "Is that a threat or a promise?" I taunted him.
"Fucking whore," he muttered in frustration.
He was starting to get antsy. I realized I'd better let him have a couple of more inches of phallic penetration to calm him down before he separated my head from my shoulders.
I relaxed the muscles of my cunt just enough for Slaughter to make a significant shove. Despite the horrible circumstances of the situation, his cock was starting to feel good in my twat. Very good. My senses were beginning to run away from my intellect.
I'd planned to tighten up my pussy after I'd made my tactical retreat. However, when it came time to cinch up, I couldn't force myself to do it. All of a sudden my sense of danger was dwindling, and I was increasingly contemplating what it would actually feel like to take Slaughter's immense prick to the hilt. Taking advantage of my weakness, Slaughter redoubled his grinding efforts to fuck me to his nuts. If I didn't do something quickly he might accomplish his goal. And if he came too soon, I might be dead before Susan returned with help.
But, by now, I couldn't make myself care. Things had eventually come to the point where all I could concentrate on was the huge dick blasting up my pussy. Fucking was the only thing in the universe.
Needless to say, my pussy muscles never did snap back. From here on in it was clear sailing for his cock.
"Ummmmppphhh! Uuuummmmppphh! Ummmmmmppph!" he grunted as he took advantage of the wide opening between my legs.
But I was impatient. I wanted it faster. All I could think about now was getting Slaughter's cock all the way inside me.
I took drastic measures. I grabbed his egg-like balls and squeezed them as hard as I could, yanking them toward me.
Slaughter yowled in pain. He pitched forward. Abruptly I could feel his hairy nuts roughly scraping against the outer petals of my snatch.
Yes, the ape-like bastard was fucking me to the hilt. No cock had ever screwed me this deeply. I had just reached cloud nine and was orgasmically soaring higher.
"Come in me, you sonofabitch!" I screamed. "Come in my pussy the way you did in my daughter's!"
He was too far gone to speak coherently by now. His reply was a series of snorts and grunts. I was satisfied he was doing his best.
I could feel his huge prick tugging back and forth within my spasming cunt, chafing itself toward ejaculation. I wondered what would happen if I squeezed his scrotum again.
Only one way to find out. Grasping the pulsing sack, I clamped down on the churning orbs for all I was worth.
"Yeeeeeooooowww!" Slaughter howled with pain. However, his most significant response was that his cock simultaneously lurched, temporarily expanding another merciless inch.
I didn't have to let go of his balls. Even with my tight grip, they jumped away from my fingers. The wait was over.
The cum started to flow just as the bloodhounds began baying outside. Susan had arrived with the search party just as I was getting a cuntful of the rapist's jizz.
However, if I was worried about proving an explanation when the cops knocked down the door and discovered me like this, I needn't have. No, after all the risks I had taken, the law was playing it safe.
"We've got this place surrounded, Slaughter!" somebody called over a bullhorn. "Come out or we'll kill you."
"But my mother's in there!" I could hear Susan protesting.
"Shut up, kid," the cop snapped. "We know how to capture our own escaped convicts."
While we were still fucking, I could see Slaughter's normally dull eyes light up. As though I could read his mind through them, I immediately realized he was thinking hostage.
Fortunately, by now my cunt was like a swamp. Even Slaughter's massive dick would slip out easily enough with a good pull.
He apparently had noticed the same thing. Abruptly recolling from each other, we broke our genital lock and both dove for the gun which was still on the bed.
Slaughter was strong and powerful, but he was so muscle-bound he was slow. I easily beat him to the pistol, and had it cocked and pointed at him by the time he came up short.
"I'm taking you out of here," I said, with the gun aimed between his beady eyes.
"Over my dead body," he defiantly replied. "You'll have to kill me first, and I don't think you got the nerve, little momma. God is lookin' out for ol' Duke again. Now just hand over my hog-leg, and I'll be takin' you hostage. Just think of it as me doin' my job."
He reached his beefy paw out for the revolver as though he hadn't a thing to worry about. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the trigger and blew off the top of his head. As I stood there and watched him die, I could feel his sticky cum running down my legs.