SE-135 The Abducted Wife
by Jon Reskind


Chapter 1

Jane Brighton held the canoe paddle in her hands and stroked gently 
into the shimmering moonlit waters of Clear Lake. Overhead the dark sky 
glinted and swirled with countless stars, and behind her the light from 
Lakeview Lodge had receded into a mere pinpoint in the distance. She 
lifted her paddle into the canoe as her husband Bob's youthfully strong 
arms steered them towards a small clearing of beach surrounded by 
forest. The dark blue water lightened as they glided into the shallows, 
then Bob leapt out in front of the canoe, splashing into the water, and 
pulled the prow of the boat onto the sand.

"Bob, darling, you'll get soaking wet!" Jane cried out as her husband 
waded back into the water and extended a hand to help her onto the 
beach. "You'll catch pneumonia!"

Her peals of laughter pierced the late-night silence. Suddenly he 
tossed her over his shoulder, grasping his hand around her smoothly 
curving thigh, and carried her up to the beach. He stood for a moment 
with his wife splayed across his back, then he spun her around before 
spilling her wildly kicking body onto the white sand. Jane rolled over 
on her back, still panting and giggling, and looked up at the face of 
her husband. The young man sank down beside her and embraced her around 
her shoulders. Laughing, she pulled away, giving him a light kiss on 
the cheek, and handed him a large beach towel she had brought in her 
satchel.

"Thanks, honey," he grinned. "I'll just run back into the bushes and 
hang out these clothes until this stuff dries off a little."

Jane watched fondly as Bob Brighton's tall lanky form disappeared into 
the trees behind the inlet. She spread out a blanket on the sand and 
pulled her beach dress over her softly cascading blonde hair. Then she 
sighed and sank lazily onto her back, exposing her young bikini-clad 
body to the night air. She couldn't help gazing down at the length of 
her torso admiringly and feeling a deep sense of pleasure that she had 
so much to give her husband. The exposure of her tummy above the 
panties was smoothly flat and broken only by a feather strip of blonde 
down over creamily golden skin; her voluptuously full hips arched 
firmly against the ground and the rounded whiteness of her scantily 
covered breasts formed two perfect half-circles in the moonlight. Her 
body was youthfully lithe, yet womanly and full-formed, and she 
restrained herself, a strange feeling of wild abandon running through 
her, from taking off her swimming suit and surprising Bob when he 
stepped into the clearing.

God, he'd probably die of shock! she giggled softly to herself, 
realizing how much this vacation was transforming her.

Yes, things had really changed since she and Bob had arrived at the 
North Carolina lodge for their summer vacation. In a way, it had been a 
second honeymoon for both of them, and each day had been a new 
discovery of how they could relax and get to know each other. She hated 
to admit it to herself but this first year of marriage had been a trial 
and this trip was a sorely needed break in their routine. Bob had 
worked so hard at his new job and came home only weekends, and there 
just hadn't been the time, she reflected, for them to respond to the 
complete possibilities that the sudden intimacy of marriage offered 
them. And what she needed was time; she just couldn't warm up and give 
herself on the spur of the moment to a virtual stranger. Oh, there had 
been moments when she almost felt she could let herself go completely 
with him, but then her fear of being loved merely for her beauty had 
held her back.

Jane looked up from the sand toward the dense foliage, wondering where 
Bob could have gone. He must be gathering kindling for a fire, she 
decided, and she was grateful for this moment of solitude to reconsider 
all that had happened on this vacation. The first few days at the lodge 
had been a bit difficult when Bob, as usual, had wanted to do nothing 
but stay in their hotel room and make love; but after awhile they had 
begun to take walks into the woodland areas of the southern mountainous 
terrain of her childhood and she had sensed her heart slowly opening up 
to him. That was important to her--that though they had met at a 
northern college, he understand and appreciate her southern background.

Not, of course, that she was interested only in their emotional 
relationships, she giggled to herself, and her heart skipped a beat 
when she recalled one episode a few days before when Bob had stripped 
to his jockey shorts in a remote clearing in the woods, meaning to sun 
himself, but unwittingly exposing the outlines of his strong young 
penis to her and emotionally stirring her. Before either of them had 
realized it, they had begun kissing passionately. Her stomach had 
throbbed at the feeling of the steadily hardening bulge in his shorts, 
and soon their kisses had achieved a plane of demanding sexuality where 
only the real thing would suffice. She didn't understand it; she had 
never known that feeling before and she couldn't explain why it had 
happened, except that somehow out there in the clearing everything had 
seemed different. The sun had shone down on their tanned bodies, 
bringing out her own deeply sensuous feelings, and slowly awakening 
her. Making love before had seemed so utterly mechanical, but in that 
setting there was something pure and natural about pressing her hand 
against the long column-like bulge in his shorts and wrapping her 
fingers around the warmly pulsating hardness. She'd damn near lost her 
head entirely as he tenderly massaged her vaginal swell through her 
tightly fitting jeans, then slipped his hand suddenly down through the 
waistband into the moistly seething passage between her legs.

Now Jane looked up into the star-covered sky and recalled guiltily how 
she had suddenly refused him after those preliminary moments of 
lovemaking. He was right in demanding her to give in to him, yet she 
had found the sudden urgency of his embraces disarming and she had been 
afraid someone might see them. On second thought, she sat up, running 
her hands across the smoothly curving orbs of her breasts, with the 
intention of acting out her original idea of undressing for him, but 
her fingers had just undone the top of her bra's knotted string-ties at 
the back of her neck when she heard Bob's voice from the thicket behind 
her.

"Well, here we are, Adam and Eve again," he smiled at the casually 
loosened bikini top. He stood before her dressed only in his smoothly 
fitting swim suit, his arms clutching sticks of wood he had found in 
the brush.

In a few minutes a small bonfire was blazing in front of them. They 
stretched out on the towel, taking sips from a thermos of rum Bob had 
thoughtfully packed with their day's picnic, and Jane lay stretched out 
lazily beside her husband, her arms propped behind her head. She 
realized she had never felt so comfortable and peaceful in her life as 
she gazed down at their bodies glowing in the firelight, her half-done 
bikini barely covering the curving fullness of her breasts. A fish 
splashed in the water. The Milky Way, like a swatch of sequined cloth, 
so distant and indifferently beautiful, made her feel infinitely small 
and at the same time closer to her husband than she had ever sensed 
before.

"Baby, it's been so long since we've been able to be close together 
like this," she said with a soft tenderness in her voice.

"Yeah, it's real nice. And you took absolutely delicious tonight," he 
said slowly, glancing over at the deep cleavage between her rounded 
fully swelling breasts and the creamily soft flesh of her bare midriff.

Jane laughed, returning his gaze with a magnificent blue-eyed warm 
smile of her own, and nodded her head affirmatively. She wore her long 
honey blonde hair in a pony tail, and she knew he liked to see her this 
way, fresh and natural without any goopy makeup to mar her natural 
loveliness.

"Sometimes, I think our first year of marriage was kind of a trial. Do 
you know what I mean, Bob?" Jane searched deeply into her husband's 
eyes as she asked the question she had been afraid to mention before. 
But now she thought he might understand... "We went through so much. In 
some ways, I wasn't the perfect bride you'd thought I'd be."

She breathed a sigh of relief when Bob laughed softly at her subtle 
apology and pressed his hand gently over hers, and the couple lay 
together in silence for a long while before he spoke again.

"I only wish that I could have afforded to give this to you before."

Jane tilted her head towards her husband's tanned smiling face. She ran 
her hand through his shock of dark hair, then pressed a finger against 
his lips. The warmth of his body was all that she needed now, and 
anything they could say to each other seemed almost superfluous.

"Just think of all that corporation crap we had to go through back in 
New York. I bet old Fielding is roasting in the heat. Three accounts 
folding, another one on the rocks," he laughed, raising the thermos to 
his lips.

"Don't talk about that now, please Bob," Jane said, slowly raising 
herself on one elbow and turning her voluptuously formed body toward 
him. "It's absolutely perfect, being close to you like this."

"Well, being a salesman, if you will excuse the expression, is a bitch 
and the first couple of months working at R & S were a goddamn strain 
on me."

Jane sighed and shifted her weight closer to her husband. "Well, that's 
all over now," she said after a moment. "It's just that you tried so 
hard to make it on your own. If you'd just swallowed your pride and 
accepted some of Dad's help, I don't think it would have hurt your 
dignity."

He chuckled and tossed the burning end of his cigarette at the water, 
watching as the sputtering ember struck the sand, then went out. 
"There's some things in life you want to do by yourself, I guess. Now 
that we're financially stable, I can look your old man in the eye. I've 
got a sense of self-respect."

"Dad always respected you," Jane firmly protested from where she lay 
stretched out on her side next to him. "He knew you worked your way 
through college. He understood how you struggled. But now that you've 
made it, why don't you relax a little?"

She breathed a sigh of relief when Bob laughed softly and, reaching 
around her waist, gently pressed his hands against the warmth of her 
back. "I'm trying to relax," he said, running his fingers down the 
length of her back and resting his hand just above the smoothly curving 
swell of her buttocks for a moment.

Jane lifted an arm and brushed aside a strand of silvery blonde hair 
that fell lazily across her forehead. "Don't worry about it," she said 
in a sympathetic tone. "We both had our problems and it's our business 
during the next few weeks to forget."

Bob nodded, indicating that he thought they understood each other. He 
raised himself from the blanket, moving to the fire that had dwindled 
to a few glowing coals, and Jane looked up at his tanned muscular 
shoulders and back, then dropped her eyes to the length of her barely 
covered body that was golden brown in the softly diminishing light. She 
could feel a warm sensation tingling in her breasts and sending tiny 
pulses of pleasure through her stomach into her groin when she thought 
of his body close to hers. She felt aroused at the thought of holding 
his hot thick cock in her hands and his strongly thrusting member 
pushing into her moistly flowering vagina, and she hoped that she would 
be able to give herself to him without any of the complications of 
their previous lovemaking.

"That log should go for a good two hours," Bob said with a professional 
air, spreading himself out beside her on the blanket again.

"It's a lovely fire," she said, straightening out her legs and laying 
the palm of her hand across the bareness of his chest. "I wish we could 
lie in front of it here all night."

"I'm glad you're comfortable," Bob said, his voice almost a whisper. "I 
mean, I've wanted to hold you and kiss you all afternoon."

Gone now were the misgivings Jane had suffered earlier at the thought 
of Bob making love to her out in the open like this, and she returned 
his first gently nibbling kiss with a soft brush of her lips against 
his cheek. She could feel his breath deepening now, and she sensed a 
building urgency in his movements when he arched his towel-covered 
waist toward the barely covered curls of her vagina. Suddenly, she 
found her hands drawn irresistibly to the small of his back, and she 
pressed the bareness of her stomach tightly against him as he kissed 
her with mounting fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until 
she uncontrollably splurged her tongue into his mouth.

She pushed towards him and his hands commenced to explore her body, 
caressing the full swelling outline of her breasts above the bra. He 
pulled the light covering material of her bikini top away with a snap 
of his finger on the flimsy clasp and the quivering orbs of her breasts 
were caught in the sudden grasp of his hands. She felt the tingling 
points of her nipples spring up; then he sucked one gently while his 
hands prowled over the delicately curving arch of her ribs down to the 
smooth plain of her belly, brushing the soft nylon-covered pubic hair 
until she prickled between her legs, pushing between her panties and 
spraying the moistly parting lips of her vagina open as he pressed his 
mouth upon her own. She groaned against him, unable to contain herself 
as she writhed on his fingers.

"My darling ... Bob," she whispered in growing passion.

He continued the movement of his fingers and hands coursing down the 
smoothly curving flesh of her full upper thighs. Suddenly, he pulled 
open the towel and tossed it from his waist and she heard him breathe 
deeply as the cool summer night air rushed over his completely exposed 
body. She felt a hard fleshy protuberance press enticingly against the 
small strip of cloth between her legs, and she wrenched back for an 
instant when the blunt pulsing head of his cock touched her bare inner 
thighs.

"Open your legs," he demanded, grinning excitedly down at her.

She jerked when his fingers thrust the tightly clasping band of her 
bikini panties below her writhing thighs, and he continued the pressure 
of his fingers of his other hand into the softly swelling lips of her 
cunt. Slowly she felt herself responding to the strength of that hand 
and the directness of his command. She inched one leg a tiny bit apart 
from the other and suddenly she felt a warm dampness seeping out from 
the glistening, hair-lined slit up between her lips. Her eyes flicked 
to his hands lying between her slightly spread thighs and she gazed 
down at the sweep of her long gradually rounding lower body, feeling 
momentarily aroused by the vision of her own young nakedness. Her whole 
body had taken on a kind of majestic sheen that was highlighted by the 
flickering glow of the campfire, and she marveled at the sight of the 
high-set round breasts that were placed closely together, leaving room 
for the narrowest valleys running between their magnificent firmness.

He too had caught this glimpse of lust-inciting nakedness, and the 
sight of her full voluptuous body prone before him brought him to a 
fever pitch of excitement. He felt the length of his cock pulse out, 
jerking expectantly as he ran his hands down her smoothly curving 
thighs, and he eased against her so that the hot bulbous head of his 
cock lay directly on top of her blonde, hair-covered little cuntal 
furrow. Then, almost instinctively, he began to move, thrusting one leg 
over her splayed out thigh. He ground his warmly pulsating hardness 
into the tiny pleasure center of her groin, feeling a quick rhythmic 
response as she arched her smoothly uplifting buttocks to receive the 
swollen head of his cock between her legs. Damn, she was warming up for 
him now, he thought, hoping that he would not lose control of himself 
as he had on other occasions. It was just that he got so goddam 
excited, and could hardly keep himself from fucking into her as though 
he were some kind of mindless machine with no will of its own.

"Oh, yes, that's good. You're so gentle, darling," Jane breathed 
beneath him. She moved her hand down to the concave arc between their 
barely touching thighs and ran her fingertips across the velvety sac of 
his balls and up his rapidly hardening shaft until he thought he would 
explode with lewd excitement.

Jane reached up and squeezed the hotly throbbing head, moving her hand 
over its distended ridge and feeling the warm lubricating fluid seep 
out and moisten her fingers as she continued jerking him into further 
erection.

"God, that's good," he moaned and thrust his hand over her jerking 
fingers, pushing his hard fleshy instrument against the wetly quivering 
lips of her vagina. She could feel the tip flick slightly as it parted 
the warmly swelling outer flanges, and she jerked back, startled, with 
the first upward pressure he exerted between her legs.

"Oh God, Bob, you feel absolutely huge," she cried out, clasping her 
hands around his rigidly tensed buttocks and urging him on with digging 
fingers to push completely into her.

He lay outside of her for a prolonged moment, feeling her thighs slowly 
parting upward and raising themselves slightly toward his hips. Then 
she writhed beneath him, suddenly wanting the full throbbing length of 
his prick inside her warmly waiting pussy. Yes, she enjoyed this as 
much as she had loved anything in her life, and it seemed as though the 
last few weeks had prepared her for this precious instant and she 
should abandon her prudish ideas and give herself to whatever he wanted 
to do to her.

"Oooooh," a long lewd groan escaped from deep in her throat and then 
she moaned. "Go and do it, Bob. Oh god, it feels so good."

She grasped her hand around his expectantly poised cock and marveled at 
how enormous it was. She had always been aware of its size, but tonight 
his large male organ seemed particularly massive and the feel of the 
hotly throbbing prick expanding in her squeezing hand delighted her. 
She wished he'd push his hips forward and bury it within the tightly 
clasping passage of her warm cunt at this very moment! Instinctively, 
she began massaging the sperm inflated member, rubbing the skin 
tantalizingly back and forth, but she jerked back again in shock as his 
body seemed to transform itself into a band of steel tendons that were 
poised to rip her womb asunder.

"Janie, let me turn around darling, so you can suck my cock, please," 
he suddenly gritted down at her through tightly clenched teeth.

Jane reared back from his body pressed sidelong against her and looked 
at his passion-contorted face with utter shock and confusion. She just 
couldn't believe his request, it seemed too impossible to be true. A 
short while before she had expected to be eased into lovemaking with a 
few kind words and some soft gestures, but now he was acting like a 
wildman and talking to her as though she were nothing more than a lowly 
prostitute.

"No, Bob!" she cringed, detaching her hand from his heavily menacing 
erection.

"Please," he breathed out a long disappointed whimper that broke off on 
a note of irritation.

"No, I couldn't ... I just can't. Please make love to me like you were 
doing before."

"You mean, 'fuck you'," he said with a bitter almost violent ring in 
his voice and began grinding the head of his hardened prick against the 
exposed walls of her still warmly dilating cunt.

"Nooooo ... g-gentle like you were before," she stammered and her body 
flinched a useless quarter inch away as he slid his cock down the small 
forested valley formed by her seething wet furrow until the blunt head 
of his member was pressed directly on top of the tightly quivering 
mouth of her vagina. Despite her protesting will, she could feel her 
hot swollen vaginal lips--whose softly pulsating edges were damp with 
her own lust juices when he had kissed and toyed with her body only 
moments before--part slowly and throbbingly like the opening of a 
flower, leaving her temptingly small cunt mouth completely exposed and 
vulnerable to him. There was nothing she could do, her body lay open 
and ready for him. Yes, she thought with a feeling of mounting 
exasperation and bitterness, he had aroused her--but only so that he 
could complete his animalistic rape of her body without meeting any 
resistance. In distaste and detachment, she watched Bob, his eyelids 
hooded with lust and his nostrils quivering in anticipation, wrap his 
hand around his stonehard cock as he steadily wormed the blunt bulging 
head around and around the narrow rim of her small elastic opening; 
then suddenly with a slight forward jerk, it popped wetly up inside.

"Aaaargh," she whimpered in pain as he heaved deeply and pressed 
forward, lodging his heavily burgeoning cock a firm quarter of an inch 
into the narrow clinging channel. Beads of sweat broke out on his upper 
lip and his eyes focused in a mindless stare on the moonlit tips of her 
full breasts that sloped out lushly to the sides of her deeply heaving 
ribcage. With a look of arrogant self-satisfaction, his gaze traveled 
down to the curve of her waist and over her smoothly flattening 
abdomen, down to her full widely parting thighs, then back to his long 
fully erect cock pressuring like a battering ram into her openly 
spreading vagina. Suddenly, his lips curled with the faint lewd smile 
of a sadistic conqueror bending over and about to torture his fallen 
victim.

"Please ... please be like you were before," she said, tears spilling 
out of the corners of her closed eyelids.

His response was an oblivious low animalistic groan that accompanied 
another effort to plunge his hardened cock deeper into the tightly 
resisting channel. She felt the blunt tipped end pressurize in slowly 
but steadily, bringing with it a searing pain that increased the flow 
of tears streaming silently down her cheeks. The tight moistly clasping 
walls of her cunt jerked and convulsed around the painfully probing 
head as though her young body, having a will of its own, was still 
unsure whether it wanted to suck him in further or force him out. He 
burrowed gradually in deeper and a wave of unexpected pleasure flashed 
through her abdomen as his lowering pelvis made its first tingling 
contact with her soft blondly curling pubic hair. Jane's mind reeled 
with confusion as she recognized that same warm aching his gentle 
lovemaking had aroused in her earlier. She felt her womb flower open 
and her pink stiffening nipples throb as they brushed against the hair 
on his chest. But then, her eyes flashed open in sudden unexpected pain 
when, without any prior warning, his hand closed suddenly on one of her 
ripe succulent breasts.

"Oh God, you're hurting me! Stop!" she hissed, her eyes fastening in 
disbelief on his harshly clenching fingers as he kneaded the soft 
resilient breasts with hands he no longer controlled. His palms circled 
over tight fists of flesh, causing white bloodless ridges to protrude 
painfully from between his straining fingers. His head dropped to the 
young budding nipples and chewed hungrily while he held her down with 
one strong hand, grinding her hips painfully into the sand, and ran the 
other greedily up and down, under and over the lushly swaying contours 
of her now violently resisting body.

"Gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you," he muttered incoherently, as though 
he hadn't heard her at all.

"Oh God, nooooo!" she pleaded through tortured lips as he bit hard at 
the lewdly stiffening nipples.

She tried to resist, to pull her body out from under him, but in his 
madness he held her wildly kicking body firmly to the sand. She was 
imprisoned there by his hands digging into her waist and his heavy 
stone-like chest weighing upon her breasts. Her face contorted with 
terror and her head began thrashing from side to side, spilling her 
long blonde hair out onto the sand in all directions.

"Oh God, oh God, please. Pleeeease. Let me go," she pleaded, her blue 
eyes flashing wide in disbelief that this was being done to her by her 
own husband. "No please, no, no, no," she mumbled on when his frantic 
pawing continued until her sounds became nothing but incoherent 
mumblings and whimpers.

"Goddamit, I'm going to fuck you good just once if it's the last thing 
I ever do in my life," Bob came out of his frenzied passion long enough 
to spit out at her in violent anger. "I'm sick of your little girl 
ways."

"No. I just ...," Jane began and then her mouth fell slack, as though 
she were too stunned to get the words out.

Yes, he wanted to fuck her until his heavily skewering cock pinned that 
hot teasing little ass of hers deep into the ground. He was being a 
little rough, his crazed mind roared on in his lust, but by God she had 
it coming to her. He had fought with her the entire year of their 
engagement and then another year of their marriage besides, all over 
the simple fact that she never really let herself go with him. She 
hadn't listened to him, and refused to even discuss their problem with 
him in her nave idea that "one only discusses more elevated matters." 
Sometimes she would respond to him at first--as she had this evening--
but she always drew back into herself at the last minute. That was the 
part that drove him completely crazy. Jesus, he had come so close to 
igniting that young delicious body so many times and had been left in 
frustration so often that his control had been completely destroyed. He 
just couldn't stand it any more! Well, she was legally his and he was 
going to take it like he wanted it for a change whether she liked it or 
not.

Slowly, he pushed the blood-filled head of his cock between the 
inwardly sucking lips of her cunt and with a groan shoved it forward so 
that he could feel the warmth of her curling blonde pubic hair tickling 
against his naked hardness. The tightly clasping elastic rim of her 
pussy resisted for a moment, then gave away before the hard cruel 
pressure as the ridge of his cock slipped up into her like a pursuing 
snake-head. The pain was harsh and she moved spasmodically for an 
instant beneath him, but he watched without sympathy while she 
flinched, emitting a long low groan from deep in her throat. He enjoyed 
that, he liked hearing her moan in pain, and he meant to repay her for 
each fucking hour they had wasted in aimless walking and idle 
conversation in the woods. When they could have been screwing like 
bunnies back in the hotel room, she had been demanding that he court 
her like a new girlfriend. Christ, he had waited an entire year for 
this time together, and now that he had her he was going to run the 
show, and she would damn well accept it even if she didn't like the 
idea of his semen-bloated prick stuck all the way up into her prissy 
little belly.

He shoved again, delighting again, delighting in her deep whimpering 
groans--but suddenly he could wait no longer. He rammed forward like a 
pile-driver, sinking the tip of his heavily burgeoning penis all the 
way back into the deepest recesses of her wetly clinging vagina, 
flicking the head of his prick at the end of each plunging movement. 
Damn, despite her faults, that hot pussy of hers felt delicious; he 
could feel his balls slap against her nakedly clenched behind as she 
burrowed her rapidly squirming buttocks harshly into the sand, 
attempting to escape the cruel sudden impalement. Her legs jerked out 
wide on either side of his long tensed body, her heels digging 
helplessly into the ground.

"Bob! Bob! Noooo, noooo!" she screamed, her face contorting in pain, 
but with each jerk of her writhing torso the huge head ground more 
deeply into her. She flexed her muscles tightly together attempting to 
ward off the huge plunging cudgel; but the throb of her internal sinews 
seemed to incite it more and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into 
her vainly resisting passage, the walls of her cringing young cunt 
clasping around it like a Vaseline filled glove.

Bob flexed the invading pole against her moistly clinging walls, 
expanding it inside her, and watched her from above with a lascivious 
grin on his lips. He wanted her to be aware of every inch of his 
presence, to insinuate his greater strength on her resisting 
consciousness until it was so firmly imbedded on her inner mind that 
she never forgot it. He could see his success in her face. Her features 
were contorted with pain and her lips curled back from her teeth, 
pleading incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms 
shot out, palms against his hips, in a useless attempt to hold back the 
blunt head jerking against her womb like a hot crushing fist.

He'd never fucked her this deep, he gloated to himself, but now this 
proud little bitch of a wife was going to get it like he should have 
done it to her long ago. His head reeling with his own power, he 
withdrew the deeply imbedded instrument until only the blunt tip of the 
head still rested in her helplessly quivering vagina. He smiled 
maliciously at the look of relief and hope that swept over her angelic 
looking face. Then, without any prior warning, he rammed forward from 
the tip of his toes, banging his cock against her womb with every ounce 
of his bitter strength. He wanted to destroy the bitch in his wife; he 
wanted to crawl up inside her and fill her with his own emotion that 
was rapidly changing from anger to wild uncontrollable passion.

He could feel the heat already building in his balls as he looked down 
at the full throbbing length of his member slithering out of her 
helplessly exposed vagina. Then he could hear the wet flat smack of 
flesh on flesh as her crotch was smashed by his belly. All thoughts of 
anger and vengeance rapidly dissolving, his body dropped down heavily 
on her, mashing her full ripe tits tightly against his chest. He locked 
his mouth over hers, thrusting his wet tongue deep in her throat and 
stifling her low animal groan that seemed to form there as from a great 
distance. His hands pushing against the backs of her fearfully 
trembling thighs, kept her locked in a vulnerable position as he began 
to move steadily in and out of her. Reaching around beneath them, he 
forced his hands between the ground and the resiliently flexing cheeks 
of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, pulling the 
white rounded cheeks apart until his fingers accidentally made contact 
with the tight small outline of her anus.

It was then that he had gone mad. He grunted heavily and just began to 
fuck her, ramming in and out of her like a crazed animal, his hands 
pushing her knees far apart and his groin slapping hard against her 
pinkly exposed crotch. His straining fingers moved across her flatly 
squashed buttocks and the smoothly curving fullness of her inner 
thighs, pulling and pawing at the yielding flesh ... Then he was 
digging his rigid fleshy column all the way down inside of her 
violently struggling belly, feeling the warm wet walls of her pussy 
wrapped smoothly and pulsating tightly around it. He ground his hands 
painfully into her asscheeks and lifted her groin up to him, the only 
thought in his mind now that of spewing the hot sticky cum building in 
his balls and racing madly down the length of his cock deep into that 
wet warmly clasping receptacle up between her wide-held legs.

"Christ! I'm cumming!" his own voice came from afar.

And then he felt his whole being jerk as though he had been stuck with 
a pin, and his hips writhed tight against her groin as his cock erupted 
in the warm wet interior of her cunt and his hot thick liquid squirted 
into her like the rush of raging water through a small storm drain. His 
cock softened and oozed in a soft mass of flesh, yet he could still 
feel the last droplets of cum trickling deep up inside her flooded 
belly from the head of his rapidly deflating cock.

And then that was all.

He rolled off of her, his consciousness returning, and confronted his 
limply spread-eagle bride. Her face ran with tears and her usually 
apple-pink cheeks were pale with outraged pain and humiliation as she 
raised her eyes to the sky.

"I guess I got carried away," he sat up and looked hopefully at her, 
trying to make a joke of it.

She didn't answer. His stomach sank as he saw her lips twist in a 
bitter smile.

"I hope I didn't hurt you."

Silence.

He had never seen anyone look so defeated or exhausted, and it 
frightened him. He picked up the towel and began massaging it tenderly 
over the wet streams of his cum shining in the fire-light in thin white 
trails down her legs. It was almost worse when she didn't flinch or 
suddenly jerk his hand away, and he threw the towel into the bushes, a 
terrible sinking feeling of guilt sweeping over him.

"It'll never happen again. Really, it won't. I promise."

No answer.

He stood up and looked down at her a moment, then walked into the 
bushes to get his clothes.

*   *   *

Jane pulled herself up to a sitting position and methodically pulled 
her bra, bikini panties, and shorts over her bruised body. Every muscle 
in her torso and legs trembled when she stood up and surveyed the 
tussled blanket where the brutal rape had taken place only moments 
before. She turned slowly from the dwindling campfire and began walking 
down the darkened beach. Bob was still in the bushes, probably smoking 
a cigarette and drinking rum until he gained his composure and returned 
to make more apologies about how he had acted. But it was all so 
useless, she said to herself as she walked toward a promontory of rock 
that stood out a few hundred yards from their campsite. Their vacation 
was now utterly destroyed, and there was nothing either of them could 
do to change the cold facts: she had tried being responsive to her 
husband's advances, but he had failed to treat her with the gentleness 
that a woman really enjoyed. The rest was ugliness and vicious 
brutality, and right now she dared not even think about it. She would 
walk ahead of him, taking a short cut through the woods and she'd be in 
bed before he returned to the lodge.

She turned up a narrow footpath and climbed a hillside into the woods. 
She had been on these trails many times, and tonight with a full moon 
she'd have no trouble finding her way back to the lodge. The forest was 
quite spectacular this evening with shafts of silvery light dappling 
the tree trunks and bushes, and Jane suddenly realized how the solitude 
of these North Carolina woods could bring a person back to the simple 
realities of life. She'd been raised in a small country town not very 
far away from here, and she had always found her return after several 
years away an invigorating experience. Although Bob enjoyed fishing and 
hunting somewhat, it was always difficult for him to unwind in a quiet 
setting and, unimportant as this might have seemed, it was yet another 
difference between the two of them that bothered her. He was a man of 
action and reveled in the fast hectic pace of the city, while she 
considered herself more passive and introspective by nature.

She stood at the hilltop and looked down the long ledges of shadowed 
rock toward the water. The lake was still and all signs of the beach 
campfire had disappeared in the darkness. Turning and lighting a 
cigarette, she gave one last thought to Bob, then moved off through a 
thicket into the woods. Tears welled in her eyes and she smiled and 
shrugged to herself at her foolishness. Yes, she was crying and she was 
enjoying it, and she repeated a line of poetry to herself about the 
woods and darkness that increased her sadness but made her feel warm 
and good.

The shapes of trees and bushes along the path grew dim as clouds 
covered the moon, and she stumbled along, missing her step, then 
regaining her vision as her tears dried. The line of trees and 
sprawling boulders became confusing to her for a moment--then she saw 
that she had made an incorrect turn in the darkness, and she wheeled 
around, trying to retrace her steps. She stopped again, looking up and 
sighting a sharp sloping hillside and a line of jagged pine darkening 
the horizon to her left.

She was lost.

She paused, looking down through a break in the thick undergrowth and 
scolded herself for her self-absorption. She had done a lot of hiking 
before and she had known that even familiar areas could become a 
confused maze of unrecognizable landmarks in the dark; but tonight, in 
her anger, she had let her mind stray from the immediate task of 
returning to the lodge.

She began walking down the hillside back to the lake, but after some 
minutes she became aware that she had wandered into a rocky gully with 
rims of rock jutting along its sides; she had trouble with her balance, 
falling from time to time onto her knees as she struggled toward the 
valley below.

After several hours of half-stooping and crawling, she finally reached 
the base of the gully. Here, the land flattened out and the dense cover 
of trees thinned to let in enough moonlight to make out the tops of 
hills and the tree line above her. She bit her lips half in anger, half 
in fear, and for the second time that night she fought off a flood of 
tears. God, Bob was probably half-crazed about where she had wandered 
off to, and if he was angry with her at this moment she couldn't see 
any real reason to blame him. Now that she had been lost for half the 
night she became frightened not only for her immediate safety, but 
wondered if she would be able to trace herself back to the lake in 
daylight.

Daylight came and she was still no closer to the lake than she had been 
that night. Her feet and legs ached and a gnawing in her stomach 
reminded her that she had to have something to eat. Earlier she had 
drunk some spring water and had eaten a handful of blackberries, but 
that had only stimulated her hunger. The sun rose and burned down 
through the branches, pounding steadily into her head. She tried to 
keep a straight path, guessing that the lake was to the East, and she 
followed the trajectory of the sun as much as she could across 
increasingly rough countryside. By mid-afternoon she realized that she 
had misjudged the direction of the lake. Her hunger was more insistent 
now, and she sensed that she was weakening. She slipped and fell more 
often, rising up more slowly each time, and still she followed the sun, 
assuring herself that at least she wasn't retracing her steps.

Then it began to grow dark. She stumbled on, following the sun as it 
settled into the hills, falling then rising up and plunging on 
mindlessly into the dusk. The tendons in her calves ached and her rib-
cage heaved painfully as she pressed her last ounce of energy into 
climbing the hill in front of her. At the top she had a good view of 
the surrounding woods, and she lowered herself to the ground and gazed 
down into the darkened valley below. No familiar landmarks--no signs of 
civilization. She bent over, lying on the leaves and clutched her 
stomach, trying to force back the tears. Then suddenly she was asleep.

She awoke at dawn, aching with a hunger that had grown more intense 
during the night. Now she had to find food--it was no longer a matter 
of merely making her way out of the woods. She descended the hill and 
struck out across the valley floor towards a stream she had seen from 
the hilltop. The sun was already warm on her back and she realized that 
soon it would be quite hot. At the stream she ate some berries and 
attempted, without success, to catch some fish in her hand. Then she 
moved on, slapping her face from time to time to keep alert.

She rested again that afternoon and woke up at dusk. She continued 
walking and half-stumbling in a daze of exhaustion and hunger into 
denser forest. A few hours after sunset the moon rose and illuminated 
the landscape so that she could see more clearly where she was. She 
broke through some low brush and walked quickly toward a space of 
meadow that opened up along the edge of another stream. Up ahead, 
shining out of a clump of trees, she thought she saw a light. Probably 
a rock reflecting the moonlight, she thought, and continued on, 
immersed again in self-pity and deepening hunger.

Some moments later the light appeared again through a stand of trees at 
the far end of the valley. She felt a chill race over her body as she 
worked up the courage to approach whoever was camped out there in the 
darkness.



Chapter 2


Jane Brighton stared across the starlit meadow towards the square of 
light shrouded partially by some trees. As she grew closer, she made 
out the form of a shack and two outbuildings that must have belonged to 
a backwoods farmer. She trembled at the sound of her own footsteps on 
the damp soil, but steeled herself as she approached the main building. 
The light shown from one oblong window and reflected on a muddy yard 
giving out from the front of the house. The building was obviously old 
and had been left uncared for many years: paint peeled from the 
clapboards and the back windows were boarded up or broken. The place 
had a sinister quality that made her uneasy, and Jane viewed the scene 
carefully before stepping up to the window. To the left of the house 
stood a stone structure that might have passed for a broken-down privy 
or a tool shack, and farther behind she could make out the form of a 
cistern standing like an obscure pedestal in the half-darkness.

As she moved across the yard she found a large barrel set against a 
tree; a slant of light cutting through the low-hanging branches exposed 
a pile of apples. She reached in and seized one, devouring it almost 
immediately. Then she grabbed another and munched into it, feeling her 
ravishing hunger partially satisfied.

She could feel the cooling darkness gather protectively around her 
body, and she lay back against a large tree trunk, relaxing for a 
moment. Dark trees, a pitch black canopy of leaves over her head; it 
reminded her somehow of the childhood horror stories of being lost she 
and her girlfriends had told each other at summer camp. Only this was 
real and she was here to confront the confounding reality of being 
alone and still hungry in the Appalachian Mountains. She sighed heavily 
to herself when she thought of the husband she had to return to and the 
anger he would vent on her when she reappeared at the lodge tomorrow 
morning. Assuming that she would.

She filled the side pockets to her dress with apples, then turned and 
faced into the forest. He would never believe her story of losing her 
way on that back trail they had traveled so many times, and if he 
finally came to understand her plight she knew he would condemn her for 
her foolishness in stalking away from him. After all, she had been lost 
for two full days. The frigid wife, Miss Jane Prude, got what was 
coming to her, she thought sardonically to herself.

She inched up slowly to the shack and peered in the window. Sitting 
only a few inches from the dusty pane was a red-haired man of enormous 
size holding a bottle of liquor in his hand, and seated at a table 
surrounding him were three other men dressed in blue-denims passing 
another bottle to each other. The man at one end of the table was 
rather nice looking; he was about medium height with bright alert eyes 
and long sandy hair--the complete opposite of the repulsive creature at 
the other side, who had a kind of idiot-like stare and whose long 
skinny arms kept on scratching a pink, heavily pock-marked face. A 
short fat nondescript looking man sat at the head of the table, his 
hands folded impassively in front of him. Jane stood transfixed and 
watched for several minutes as the men drank and talked. She was too 
frightened to follow what they were saying, and she debated 
indecisively whether she should knock or leave. The men were obviously 
getting drunk and she found herself pulling away from the grim picture 
she still watched through the window.

"Eeeeeeeh!" a high-pitched voice came through the darkness.

Jane stopped suddenly in her tracks as she heard what sounded like loud 
female laughter coming from the shack. It had startled her and she spun 
quickly around to face the same yellow-lit oblong light that she had 
turned away from a moment earlier. As before, the heads of the four men 
sitting round the table were illuminated as though they were on a 
stage. There was no visible change in the scene, and the large man 
laughed before retilting the bottle to his lips.

"Heeeeey," the sound rang out of the cabin again.

My God, this time she was sure of it--it had been a female voice! She 
peered back at the shack, then quickly retraced her steps across the 
yard.

She stood before the window again, pressing her cheek against the 
shingling of the house and averting her face away from the light. A 
sudden guffaw broke the silence and she leaned cautiously forward. 
Looking in the window once more she saw the four men bent over in 
laughter, their faces beet red and their hands gripping their sides. In 
the center of the room stood the woman she had heard earlier. She was 
certainly attractive, Jane thought, but there was also something cheap 
and almost lewd about her appearance. She stood a bit taller than Jane 
with a long smoothly curving figure, barely covered by a kind of 
tightly fitting black dress that she had heard prostitutes often wear. 
Her sensuous lips were covered with bright lipstick that accentuated 
high-pitched cheekbones and black sparkling eyes.

The young woman swayed her rounded tightly clad buttocks salaciously in 
front of the four men, and the men responded in raucous laughter, 
clapping their hands appreciatively in their drunkenness. Then the 
large man leered at the woman when she fluttered a hand lewdly towards 
the man's groin. Jane averted her gaze, suddenly aware of what was 
going on and the mistake she had made in returning to the cabin.

"Hey Peggy, goddamn, you stop that," the short fat man said. "I gotta 
put up with enough of that back in town."

Jane's gaze shot abruptly to the short fat man and she watched him rise 
suddenly from the table and move around the group to a chair in the 
corner of the room. He was very drunk and when he jerked up from the 
table, his chair tilted back on two legs and practically tipped over. 
He swayed across the room and plopped down the chair with a disgusted 
look on his face. "Goddamn stupid whore," he mumbled incoherently. "She 
wants to give it away for nothing."

To Jane's complete amazement, the girl laughed. She turned towards the 
table, and slowly grinding her hips, began undoing the top buttons to 
the front of her dress. She moved with a smooth easy movement and Jane 
sensed instinctively she was a professional dancer. With a brazen 
sassiness, she turned her back to the fellow in the chair and 
approached the three men still at the table, gradually undoing the 
front of her dress until a wide creamy strip of flesh was apparent to 
her waistline. Lewd grins spread over the faces of the men at the table 
and, to Jane's further shock, the girl smiled confidently back almost 
as though she were pleased by the obscene glances the men were casting 
at her.

"Go on, Peggy. Just show them tits," the large red-haired man spoke for 
the first time. He had a strong assurance in his voice and Jane 
realized he must be the leader of the uncouth group of friends. Peggy 
obliged by slowly pulling the opened dress behind her shoulders until 
the large creamy orbs of her breasts popped suddenly out and were 
clearly exposed to the light through the sheer transparency of her 
flesh-covered bra.

"Now that's what I call a real piece of meat," the enormous man 
laughed. "Man, I'd like to suck them titties, whaddya think, Sam, ol' 
man?"

"Josh, you ain't goin' to suck nothin'," Sam answered uselessly from 
the corner. "Peggy's my woman."

"I think they'd be downright tasty," Josh ignored him, running his 
finger slowly over a thick bushy mustache.

Jane knew she was foolish to remain pinned to the window where she 
might be discovered at any moment, but her curiosity had gotten the 
better of her. In all her life, she had never seen a performance like 
the one going on in front of her, with the girl obscenely swinging her 
hips and slowly exposing the white firm mounds of her breasts to the 
friends of her own boyfriend, and she watched half in shock and partly 
out of aroused interest in the forbidden and unknown as the young woman 
resumed her lewdly provocative performance.

"That's it," Josh shouted. "Take the goddam thing off and get naked."

The woman flashed a grin and slowly pulled the top of her dress down to 
her waist, gradually exposing a delicate rib cage that seemed minute 
next to the lushly straining plumpness of her barely covered breasts. 
Then she bent gracefully and squirmed her hips in a slow, teasing 
undulating movement until the skimpy black dress fell softly to the 
floor. A hush ran through the room as the girl stood statue-like in 
front of the four men, dressed only in her bra and black nylon panties, 
displaying her pair of large upturned breasts and sensuously swelling 
hips with a pride that seemed almost defiant. Despite the 
voluptuousness of her figure, Jane noticed that the girl had long 
delicately curving legs whose only fullness appeared in the firm 
roundness of her upper thighs just below the leg bands of her skimpy 
panties. Her long black hair fell down in front of her tanned shoulders 
and cascaded over her closely-set breasts, emphasizing the delicate 
pinkness of her nipples that shone through the transparent material of 
her bra. Yes, she was stunning Jane had to admit; each line and softly 
curving undulation of her brazenly poised body exuded a fierce ripe 
sexuality that was disarming.

"Lord, you just sit down, Peggy," Sam spoke harshly from the corner. 
"You belong to me and nobody gets my pussy that don't pay for it."

"Ya gotta be kiddin', Sammie" Josh exclaimed. "You know we're your best 
friends."

"Yeah, well ya ain't that good a friends," Sam snorted and wavered a 
bottle to his mouth drunkenly.

"C'mon," the large man pointed to the girl. "Get on with the 
performance."

The girl wiped a strand of hair from her face and stared coldly across 
the room at Sam. Then she smiled and reached to the table, grabbing the 
bottle in a clenched fist.

"Sammie, I think you're outnumbered," she said, raising the bottle to 
her lips and taking a long gulp. As she drank she arched one hip 
towards the men at the table, then swung her rounded buttock toward 
them in an obscenely suggestive movement. Then, without any further 
ado, she undid the bra and slipped the panties down her legs until she 
stood in front of the men stark naked.

Jane gasped as she saw the girl's nakedness taking its effect on the 
men, their lewd grins changing abruptly to a fierce, all too obvious 
passion. She sensed that this was her time to leave, but oddly, she 
just couldn't pull herself away from the light in the window. Her 
fascination with the scene in the cabin was too great. There was a 
supple voluptuousness about the girl's body that dripped sex and 
nothing else, and now every inch of it was apparent, from the deeply 
curving cleavage of her breasts to the soft black down of her pubic 
mound at the base of her smoothly flattened belly.

The attitude of Sam the boyfriend had obviously also changed. Now his 
eyes glinted with undisguised lust as they swept over her nakedly 
exposed backside, and he smiled over at his friends with a look of 
proud possession. Jane could see that, sensing himself helplessly 
outnumbered by the others, he had accepted the situation, and was even 
enjoying their obscene appreciation of the prize that belonged to him.

"C'mon, give us a little feel," Josh suddenly sprung up from his chair, 
revealing the stiffly bulging erection in his pants. It had risen to 
almost its full height and pushed and strained against the tightly 
restricting material. Jane recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath 
catching in her throat. Had she seen correctly? Dear God, he was 
running his hand down the smooth creamy flesh of the girl's slowly 
undulating buttocks and everyone could see his erect cock, its blood-
swollen head pushing out rigidly against his pants.

"These boys can have whatever I got," she heard the girl tease 
hoarsely. "Providing I like what they got."

Jane felt an incredible dryness in her mouth and throat as uproarious 
laughter from the men spread throughout the room. She wanted to turn 
and run, but she was unable to make her legs work. She could only stand 
and listen, moistening her lips, her mind beginning to churn as the man 
quickly unzipped his fly, dropping his pants and shorts and standing 
beside the girl with his nakedly erect cock exposed clearly in front of 
him. Despite her rebelling will, her eyes riveted on the white pole 
standing out stiffly in the air and, unable to control her own rapidly 
mounting fascination, she stood mouth agape, watching the throbbing of 
the blood-filled head for a long moment.

The girl's voice said distinctly. "I like it. It's a lovely cock, Josh 
dear. So big, so hard ..."

The man flinched as the coolness of the girl's fingers closed around 
his hotly yielding rubbery hardness.

Leave, leave! Jane's mind screamed. Don't stay and watch this lewd 
thing going on inside. Oh Lord, it was, filthy! But she didn't leave; 
she couldn't leave. She was mesmerized by what her eyes were seeing. 
The girl's hand tightened around the man's long thick cock and the 
wetness from the seminal fluid seeped from the gland on the lust-
hardening tip. The man moved abruptly closer, brushing against the 
girl, and it smeared across the firmly quivering softness of her upper 
thighs. It was jerking now as though he would come at the slightest 
extra pressure.

"Yeah Josh, you feel just fine," the girl said, removing her hand just 
in time to leave his face contorted with unfulfilled passion.

"Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet," the young blonde man at the end of 
the table said and stood up.

"Okay Buck," the girl's throaty voice purred. "Let's see what you got."

The man stood forward and began stripping the clothes from his muscular 
young body. It took only a moment before his pants dropped to the floor 
and his long thick cock stood out rigid beneath the blonde curling hair 
on his stomach like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He 
stroked the heavy foreskin back, exposing the bulging blue veins that 
ran down from the hard bulbous head. The girl's hand reached forward as 
Jane gazed in the window, her mouth gaping in disbelief. She knew that 
watching a woman toy with the lewdly pulsating member of a man was 
depraved and lewd and wicked; but she couldn't turn away. She felt 
strange, as though she were no longer part of herself, but was standing 
outside of herself watching her own actions as a completely another, 
completely different person.

Jane's attention quivered back to reality as Sammie pulled himself up 
and swayed drunkenly before the front of his chair in the corner of the 
room with an expression of building lust on his face, as though the 
thought of his woman touching his friends' erect cocks was exciting 
him--her amorality this night so much more terrible than the paid 
pickups of hers that he was accustomed to--that all his former anger 
had totally disappeared. His eyes enlarged at the sight of her hands 
firmly gripping the two long pulsating shafts, slowly massaging the 
heavy thick foreskins back until the blunt throbbing heads jerked up 
like two serpent-like monsters slithering erratically out of their 
lairs. He gazed in a mindless daze for a moment longer at her tightly 
squeezing hands, watching her stroke the two men into a rigidity that 
threatened to explode into hotly streaming spurts at any moment. Then 
he swayed back, seeming to consider it. His mouth watered and he looked 
down at the bulge of his own member, straining like an over-ripe banana 
against his pants. He looked as though he wished they'd get it over 
with so that he could goad his own hardness into her pussy and fuck her 
good right in front of the rest of them.

"Hey, Peggy, ya want to see what I got?" his voice shot across the 
room. "Don't forget about your old man now."

"Honey, I already know what you got," Peggy turned her head and laughed 
over her shoulder at the quickly enlarging circle of excitement 
moistening his pants.

The girl's large firm breasts swayed lewdly out to the sides as she 
moved, and Jane had to gasp at the beauty of the girl in profile, her 
head slanted back towards her lover and her black hair spilling softly 
down her back. The resilient white mounds of her breasts settled and 
protruded firmly out from her chest like two ripe succulent 
cantaloupes. The large aureoles that surrounded her nipples were of a 
dusky pink color and the pointed erectness of the center buds evidenced 
her own arousal at being the center of attention among the dour men. 
Her buttocks were wide and full, but the smoothly outlining curve of 
that fullness was firm and high, adding to the illusion of animal 
strength underneath all that ripe sensuality. Her belly flowed with 
remarkable flatness down to her groin that flowered out suddenly in a 
sparse, soft-looking pubic triangle. Yes, the girl was enjoying her 
part in the revelry, Jane realized with a sinking feeling of disgust, 
as she glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly 
visible between her slightly parted legs. She opened them a little 
more, a sly teasing grin forming on her salaciously pouting lips, and 
Jane realized that she was putting on this exhibition purposely. 
Everyone could see that she was excited; the first tiny droplets of 
moisture rising between her legs were faintly visible glistening in her 
tight, narrow little cuntal slit and matting down a few damply curling 
pubic tendrils as she exposed herself lewdly and teasingly to them.

"And you like what I got, ain't that correct?" her boyfriend went on, a 
pleased drunken smile crossing his face.

"You're not so bad," she said teasingly, but with a meaningful look of 
appreciation at the bulge in his pants that softened the sarcasm of her 
message.

"I ain't getting nothin'," the third and younger man at the table spoke 
finally. "I'm always getting left out."

Jane shivered in repulsion as she looked closely at the man for the 
first time. He had sat so silently and devoid of expression that she 
had almost forgotten his presence. But now his tall bony young body and 
long slack-lipped face sent chills of distaste down her spine. The 
center of his shirt was damp with sweat and his mouth gaped open as 
though he were demented.

"Ya, take it out," the large man laughed. "But she ain't even gonna get 
her hand around it."

"Sh-she can try," he stuttered in excitement, saliva rolling unnoticed 
from the edges of his mouth as he clumsily undid his belt buckle. "Sh-
sh-she can touch me. I wanta get some p-p-pussy too."

Jane's eyes bulged wide in disbelief as the tall scrawny looking young 
man stood and let his pants drop to his ankles, then dropped back to 
the chair on his bony buttocks. She stared at the cock skeptically--it 
just couldn't be true! She stared at him sitting there, his giant 
virile, young cock rearing out from his puny belly like a third arm 
with a huge pair of fists balled between his legs. It must have been at 
least ten inches long and two wide ... maybe more, and the two 
monstrous sperm-bloated balls hanging at the base gave it the 
appearance of a huge field piece ready to roar into wildly belching 
flames of action.

Jane felt a tremor of tension sweep through the room. The circle of 
faces strained, leering and gaping until their eyes seemed to bulge 
from their sockets in their effort to get a bird's eye view of the 
marvel of nature before them. The gigantic cock reeked of bestiality 
and jutted out from his belly like the raw throbbing weapon of a young 
pony, adding an animal-like tension to the already depraved 
proceedings. The prostitute-girlfriend, her black eyes flashing in awe, 
trembled slightly when she approached the man. Then she wavered 
hesitantly for a moment as she stood naked in front of him, regarding 
him with a confused look that showed she didn't believe he was human. 
Slowly, a lewd grin swept over her face. Then she lowered her hand 
tentatively and pushed it down the monstrous thickness of his inhuman-
looking rod. It was true--her fingers couldn't quite stretch around--
but with an obscene smile she began to stroke and then to massage it, 
running her tongue unconsciously over her lips as her eyes focussed on 
the smoothly slithering foreskin that formed slight ridges between the 
fingers of her hand. Then she slipped her hand to his balls and cradled 
their immense softness in her palm, her mouth hanging open in rapture. 
The demented looking man groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle 
ministrations of his huge testicles.

"L-let me fuck her. P-please, S-Sammie," he blubbered in a near whining 
stupor.

Sammie's body tensed and his arms flung out ferociously into the air. 
"Ain't nobody goin' to fuck her but me. I already told you guys--that's 
my woman."

Silas' features fell in a look of utter dismay as the girl released her 
grip on his penis and stepped back from the chair. She shrugged her 
long hair down her back, a faint smile playing on her lips, and seemed 
to regard the group with a sweeping look of arrogant amusement. She 
laughed a low throaty puff, an evil sound. "I know what I want to do," 
she said distinctly. "I want to lick and suck on some real, good 
tastin' cock."

She laughed seductively through their stunned silence and then her 
black flashing eyes settled on Josh who sat at the center of the table 
of men. She moved cat-like across the room, her tight young curves 
rippling faintly, until she stood in front of his chair with a hungry 
devouring-like expression rapidly growing on her face. Her pink tongue 
wetted her lips in an unconscious greedy gesture reminiscent of a 
hungry calf about to feed from a mother cow. Her eyes focussed on the 
quickly stiffening hardness before her as she settled herself on the 
floor between his spread legs. There was a look of bliss on her face 
that indicated she planned to enjoy every moment of what she was going 
to do to him. "Cock, I've got to have some cock," she grinned at him 
with sparkling eyes; then she lowered her head until her face was 
directly above his thick throbbing instrument, her full curving 
buttocks upraised obscenely behind her.

Josh grunted aloud as her fingernails scratched lightly over his 
rigidly stiffening penis. She began to stroke and massage it, then her 
hands slipped down to cradle the velvety softness of his testicles. He 
groaned again and thrust his loins upward as her hands returned to 
stroke the thick heavy shaft between them. Finally, she lowered her 
head and her open lips slid down lasciviously over the moist rubbery 
thickness of the blood-inflated head. She pulled her face forward, 
sliding the warmly moistening flesh of her saliva filled mouth slowly 
down over his hotly throbbing member. Her lips began to nibble gently 
and her cheeks hollowed inward as they tightly clasped around the long 
white column protruding into her mouth.

Jane could see the change in the face of the man sitting under the 
kneeling girl as he felt the first moist suction begin around his 
rapidly growing member. His eyes bulged down as he watched his rod 
slowly sawing rhythmically in and out of her ovaled mouth, his loins 
lifting and jerking upward until she absorbed almost the full length of 
it deep into her throat; then he settled back on the outstroke the pink 
flesh of her lips pulled out grotesquely as she sucked voraciously on 
the thick head; then it throbbed and jerked as she gave it a nerve-
tingling lick with her wetly swirling tongue. She plunged forward and 
his eyes shot crazily down to the provocative curves of her breasts as 
he felt them jerk and dance against his legs from the up and down 
movement of her slowly pumping torso.

Oh God, I should leave, God, please help me leave, Jane muttered 
frantically to herself. Guilt flickered through her conscience for 
watching the lewd display of female hunger in the room and tightened 
her stomach into a small sickened knot. She was doing wrong by peeping, 
there was no doubt about it. Curiosity perhaps excused her first 
reluctance to leave, but now it was something else that kept her so 
firmly implanted in front of the window. She had been really hungry for 
the first time in her life and the apples had finally satiated that; 
but she didn't feel she was the same person she had been two days ago. 
She was someone else and it frightened her a bit as the heat and 
excitement of the room continued to change her against her will. Once 
again, she made a conscious effort to leave, but her body, as if it had 
a greater will, remained firmly rooted at her position in front of the 
window. She tried to move her legs, then just her gaze but her body 
wouldn't work; it was almost in a hypnotic state now, immobilized 
beyond all rationality, transfixed by what she saw and yes ... 
helplessly fascinated by it.

Beneath her own clothing, she could feel the perspiration begin to flow 
strangely on her body, and an odd foreign thought began to race through 
her mind--the unbelievable desire to tear off all her clothes until she 
was as naked and exposed as the other girl. She tried to rid herself of 
it, to think of something else, but the moment she thought she had 
succeeded it riddled back through her mind with all the strength and 
persistence of an overwhelming obsession. Her nipples stiffened and 
rubbed sensitively against the tightly restricting cloth, and her 
breasts seemed to swell until she thought they would spill out of her 
bra. Beneath her dress, the narrow nylon strip of her bikini panties 
pressed teasingly up into the crevice of her buttocks and bunched up in 
the rapidly dampening hollow of her vaginal furrow, causing a new warm 
tingling sensation to reverberate through her tightening belly. Time 
and finding her way back to the lodge had become irrelevant. Nothing 
was real but the scene before her and her own warmly dampening pussy 
that burned in a strange way like it had never done before.

"Oh, Christ, that feels so good! That's it! Now run your tongue across 
the opening and lick the cum off," Josh's head lolled ecstatically to 
the side as he watched the girl slavering down between his open legs.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm," she mumbled around his plunging instrument, 
struggling to get the words out and at the same time increase the 
twirling of her tongue around the hot rubbery thickness of the blood-
inflated head.

Suddenly, there was a deep gurgling from the girl's throat. Josh, the 
leering grin on his face contorting, had taken her frantically by the 
hair, pulled her head down into his lap, at the same time thrusting 
forward to ram the thick turgid head of his cock deep into her throat. 
Jane held her breath--she was certain the girl was going to choke from 
the sheer size of the organ buried in the deepest recesses of her 
tightly ovalling mouth, but she didn't. She continued hollowing the 
moistly clasping insides of her mouth against its thick length as 
though she were a child devouring an ice cream cone.

The man shifted his legs wider and with one hand holding Peggy's head 
by the hair, he began buffeting her head up and down on his lap between 
his widely parted legs. Jane watched with horrified fascination as the 
girl's elastically locked lips sucked with all their might on the 
instrument fucking into her mouth, the flesh of her lips pulling out 
grotesquely and clinging to the flesh of his organ as she sucked with 
all her concentration. Suddenly, Josh's other hand reached down beneath 
her rapidly pumping body and burrowed deep up into her widesplit 
crotch, and the girl's eyes glazed over with a wild, ecstatic film of 
animal lust that sent a gulf of lewd sensation through Jane's belly. 
Jane's tongue circled nervously around her lips as she felt the juice 
of her own warmly tingling pussy increase its oddly beginning flow 
between her legs.

"Fingerfuck it!" the girl crooned. "Put your finger in it. No, now, 
ohhh that's the way to do it. Now touch my clit!"

Oh no, Jane gasped, as a wave of hotly consuming eroticism rippled 
through her groin at the lurid picture of what was happening to the 
girl less than four feet away from her surged through her mind. She 
could feel everything the girl felt and her breath stopped short as 
just before her eyes Peggy began to suck at the long quickly expanding 
cock like a mad woman. The steadily pummeling instrument seemed to 
disappear into a strange lengthened fusion of her face as he drove his 
loins upward in a violent offering, sinking into Peggy's mouth until 
the coarse red hair of his loins brushed against the tip of her nose. 
His heavy, sperm-swollen balls danced beneath, slapping in unison with 
his thrust hard against her upraised chin.

His fingers, still buried in the damply glistening curls of her slowly 
gyrating groin, continued to work through the splayed out pink flesh of 
the cuntal lips, and then suddenly Peggy's arms shot out, searching 
frantically under the table for the naked thick cocks of the two other 
men. Buck and Silas, sensing her intention, reached for the desperately 
fluttering tentacles of her arms and directed them to their groins 
until her fingers wrapped securely around each of their members. The 
girl grasped her thumbs and forefingers around the two visibly 
pulsating instruments, pulling them from side to side in self-inflicted 
humiliation while her mouth continued to slaver up and down over the 
cock protruding into her face. Josh, at the center, looked down at the 
girl's moving arms and groaned ... he gasped, his finger began to twirl 
around her clitoris with insane fury, causing little staccato groans of 
pleasure to jerk from between her tightly clasping lips.

Jane's mind reeled at the obscene sight. Ohhhhh, God! she thought, 
squirming in the darkness. I can't stand this. She knew she should 
leave now, if only to keep from going to pieces herself, but somehow 
the humiliation of the girl kneeling there with a wildly driving cock 
in each hand and one in her mouth masochistically fascinated her. Her 
forehead beaded with tiny droplets of sweat and another trickle ran 
down the valley between her full ripe breasts. She just couldn't look 
away and unconsciously she pressed against the wall, searching to get 
closer. The lewd thought of the three men using the girl's nakedly 
curved young body at one time sent shivers of violent emotion tingling 
through her and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, despite 
the warmth searing ever more ferociously inside her. She shuddered and 
chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something 
forbidden gives, even against one's will.

Her thoughts jerked back to Sam in the corner of the room as he 
strained forward, his eyes bulging at the incredible debauchery being 
performed by his woman and his friends right before him. His mouth 
gaped open, contorting with overwhelming lust as he stared at the four 
of them, the sight of the three hard shafts almost completely absorbed 
by Peggy's depravity increasing his passion a thousandfold. Jesus 
Christ! his twisting features seemed to say. She was really sucking and 
jerking them. Then his eyes focussed on the sight of her wildly 
undulating ass as she pumped her upper torso over Josh's jerking shaft. 
Her thighs had spread far apart and the pink lips had parted to expose 
the tight inner hole of her steadily throbbing vagina, glistening with 
moisture, soft ... waiting.

His intoxicated body swayed up from the chair. He unzipped his pants 
with fumbling hands as though it were a burgeoning weapon of incredible 
weight. "I'm gonna fuck ya. Fuck ya from behind," he staggered across 
the room.

"Oooooooh. Yes. Yes," the girl whimpered around the thrusting 
instrument in her mouth and waggled her buttocks for attention.

He knelt quickly behind her and gazed down at the full white moons 
stretched up in offering to him with eyes wide in hot uncontrolled 
lust. For a few torturing moments, he ground his long thick cock around 
the narrow white crevice of her ass, pressing the softly quivering 
cheeks of flesh together around it to enclose it like a fitting of a 
silk-lined glove. He leaned forward and planted wetly flickering kisses 
with his lips along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her 
quiver beneath him, and she groaned slightly as her body shook and 
trembled from the moistly palpitating contact at her loins and back.

And then he backed off slightly, running his long pink tongue slowly 
down the full length of her back until he reached the crevice of her 
wildly swaying buttocks, high in the air, while her mouth and hands 
still embraced the cocks of the other three men, working them rapidly 
to the exploding point.

He dropped his hands to the voluptuously rounding buttocks, placed his 
thumbs on each side of the firm resilient cheeks and pulled out 
harshly. His face was crouched on the same level with the thin red 
folds of hair-fringed flesh that covered her vagina, and as he watched, 
eyes gleaming, they slowly parted before the outward pressure of his 
thumbs. He could see the moisture of her lust spilling onto the softly 
quivering insides of her thighs as she let her backside slip wider and 
wider apart and he moved his head forward until his face was a scant 
few inches from the moistly curling pubic hair covering the tender 
resilient flanges of her vagina. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs 
pressured outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his frozen 
gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh 
came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and the moisture of 
her secretions was visible, slightly matting the curls on her groin.

Jane's legs trembled underneath her heaving body as the scene seemed to 
disintegrate into a depravity she had not thought possible. First, the 
girl had sucked on Josh's cock, then simultaneously massaged the 
genitals of Buck and Silas; and now the woman's lover was kneeling 
behind her and slavering over the pinkly glistening slit beneath her 
buttocks. Her breath stopped short as he lowered his head and, with one 
quick rush of his thick wet tongue, thrust it forward between the warm 
fleshy folds of the girl's cunt. She heard the girl gasp from the 
sudden unexpected entry into her softly moistened passage and her 
surprised sigh smothered itself in the lap of Josh seated before her. 
She jerked forward with the first teasing contact in an involuntary 
spasm of delight but quickly screwed her buttocks back hard against his 
face. Her buttocks lifted up and rotated gently as she plunged her 
vagina over the long smooth length of his tongue sunk deep inside her.

Her breath exploded down into Josh's lap in small quick gasps that 
muffled themselves into softly mewling grunts as she twisted her mouth 
harder and harder over Josh's cock while her lover curled and twisted 
the warmly moistening tongue imbedded deep inside her. He pushed his 
lips closer and began to work at the whole of her open backside, 
sucking and licking at it crazily while her lewdly heaving buttocks 
throbbed and swayed around his face almost out of control.

"Faster. Faster. That's it," the girl's voice cried out in ecstasy. 
"Ohhhhhh, yessssss."

Jane thought she would swoon from the obscene shock of watching the man 
work slave-like behind the kneeling girl, his tongue plunging and 
withdrawing, withdrawing and plunging, making a wetly sucking sluicing 
noise with each wicked thrust. Her cries erupted around the cock 
plunging into her mouth in a long continuous moan now, as he withdrew 
his wetly lashing tongue suddenly from inside the warm smooth passage 
and found the gently throbbing clitoris and licked. He pushed his face 
farther under her nakedly writhing cunt and began to suck and tease at 
it gleefully with his tongue, while she writhed and churned her 
buttocks above him in a lewd dance of desire.

Jane's mouth gaped at the obscene sight of the man's curling tongue 
continuing its stroke over the hotly throbbing nub of the girl's 
clitoris. She had heard of men doing this to women and she had heard 
people referring to it in dirty jokes but she had never expected to see 
anyone doing it, or especially any woman enjoying it as this one was. 
Her mind fluttered back to a time when she and Bob had just gotten 
married and he had slid his lips from her mouth down to her breasts, 
gradually licking a path down her smooth white abdomen. Yes, she had 
enjoyed it; her eyes had been closed in rapturous pleasure until 
suddenly he was kneeling between her open thighs, planting kisses on 
the soft flesh and hair surrounding her vagina and, realizing what he 
was doing, she had broken out sobbing. She had pulled her body quickly 
from underneath him and screamed that it was evil until their 
lovemaking had ended in an argument. Was this how he had expected her 
to respond--how she could have felt? the thought raced through her mind 
as she heard short gasps of ecstasy sputtering from the woman in front 
of her.

"Oh God," she mumbled in frenzied lust, making little sucking sounds 
over Josh's hard driving cock. "Fuck me ... Fuck me now. Put your cock 
in my cunt!"

There was no delay. Sammie, already excited from watching his woman 
with the other three men, grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and 
guided it without a moment's delay into the moistly opening cavern of 
her upturned young pussy. He began to fuck furiously into her hot ready 
vaginal channel from behind while the three other men began thrusting 
up with long hard strokes into her mouth and hands. It took a moment, 
but soon they fell into a simultaneous rhythm, buffeting her body in 
unison between them, while the girl emitted a single low whine which 
went on and on all the time they ground into her and was interrupted 
only occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as her boyfriend 
fucked into her open cunt with harder and more brutal force.

Jane pressed her thighs together to hold down the fire mounting her 
will deep in her rapidly moistening loins. She could see the ragged 
pink edges of the girl's cunt drawing back with her lover's cock on the 
outstroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep 
in her belly. The same was true of the widely ovaled lips of the girl's 
mouth, drawing and sucking on Josh's hard shaft, while Buck and Silas 
began to lift their loins upward to meet the downward thrust on their 
cocks by her tightly grasping hands. The girl's whole body undulated 
between the four men and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles. 
Their faces contorted above their tensed bodies, their eyes dimming in 
the concentration of their ever more violently crushing thrusts that 
became wilder and wilder and tossed her among them like waves crashing 
on a beach until all five of their coarse groans intermingled in a 
symphony of mad sexual enjoyment.

"Yesssss ... I'm cummminnng!" the girl cried around the rapidly 
pistoning cock in her mouth and it sounded as though it came from the 
very core of her being.

She bucked and churned out an orgasm that seemed to go on and on until 
Jane thought it would never stop. She moaned like a wounded predator, 
shuddering violently as if her insides were being torn asunder and 
swaying on her knees, her back slowly stiffening and her hips jerking 
wildly.

Buck at one end of the table came next.

"Ohhhhhhhh, I'm cummmmmiiiiiing!" he howled until the cabin shook.

The demented looking Silas tore every last inch of his cock into the 
girl's palm, panting madly, "Squeeze harder! Harder, pull harder!" His 
body began to convulse as he covered her hand with his hand, and she 
yanked on his cock in one final fury until the first thickly squirting 
burst of his sperm erupted like white lava through her fingers and 
oozed slowly down her arm.

Josh and Sammie, responding to the spasms of her body, both plunged 
forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly ejaculating 
cocks deep into her pussy and mouth and pumped their sperm far far up 
into her deeply heaving belly. Then everyone collapsed in a spent and 
satiated heap for a moment, the enormous bestial cock still hard in 
spite of Silas's orgasm, slipping from her curled palm with a wet 
sucking noise that could be heard by Jane outside the window. Buck sat 
still, his head bent to the table. Josh and Sammie stayed inside her 
for awhile, and their cocks softened little by little, their sperm 
trickling out of the girl's pussy and mouth and trailing down her legs 
to pool beneath her knees on the floor. A long time later, Josh 
withdrew gently, and Peggy and her boyfriend slipped to the floor, his 
cock still imbedded in the pink fluted edges of her vagina.

"Jesus Christ," he murmured a long time later, breaking the dazed 
expression on his face.

"Some night," Buck chuckled obscenely and pulled himself up from the 
table.

"You were wonderful, Peggy," the idiot Silas said, looking in awe at 
the girl on the floor.

"That's right, baby," Sammie said, still lying beside his girlfriend on 
the floor and stroking her hair affectionately. "You was great."

With the image of Buck moving to a washbowl in the corner of the room 
registering dimly to her dazed mind, Jane fell back against the 
shingled wall of the cabin. She noticed to her surprise that it was now 
getting light and the sky to the East was already pink. She realized 
with shame that she had remained plastered to that window watching that 
depraved scene, not one hour, not even two hours--but almost the whole 
night! And her dress was sticking to the sides of her thighs, her 
panties beneath it still soaking with unfulfilled passion. She 
shuddered, trying to rid herself of the lewd feeling that just the 
remembrance of their wantonness still aroused in her. She wished she 
could be sick, somehow punish herself, and a sudden flood of tears 
poured from her eyes. Yes, yes, she had enjoyed it, she sobbed 
guiltily, and then an even greater sense of her own evil engulfed her 
as she realized that her lust-driven body wanted more of it ... just 
somehow to be satisfied. That girl, Peggy, at least, had had that. And 
she, who in her peeping was probably more debauched than the 
prostitute-girlfriend, had never felt all that Peggy had shown. Never! 
Not once in her life!

"Let's sack out," a voice drew her back to the cabin.

"Peggy and I got's to leave for town. I gotta be at work tomorrow 
morning."

Jane peeped in the window carefully, aware that she was more visible 
now in the growing light. To her surprise, the group had completely 
recovered itself and though everyone looked tired and sleepy, there 
were no traces of guilt or embarrassment in their expressions. They sat 
around the table, a bottle in the center, each sipping slowly from a 
glass. Peggy's elbow was propped up on the table, her other arm around 
Sammie's shoulder. Jane watched with confusion and disgust as the woman 
trailed her fingers lazily through his hair. The gall of the woman was 
incredible! she thought, until she once again recalled her own 
passionate enjoyment in watching what Peggy had done.

"Naw, we can't stay, fellas, as much as we'd like to," Sam went on in a 
firm voice. "That'd mean I'd have to drive back at night, and I don't 
appreciate drivin' in the dark over them cow paths you call roads."

The evening's workout seemed to have restored him to a nervous sobriety 
and he waited with an impatient look on his face while Peggy fumbled 
with her purse for a brief moment. Then Jane panicked as the group 
followed the couple to the door. God, what should she do? her mind 
raced in sudden desperation. Should she run now back across the yard to 
the woods? No, they looked like they'd step out onto the porch any 
second then they'd certainly see her before she reached the forest. 
Should she hide behind the back wall of the shack? ... No, the couple 
might turn back for one last look and see her form cringing desperately 
against the wall. The sudden sound of the group moving onto the porch 
resolved her dilemma--she was stuck now and didn't dare risk the sounds 
that might accompany her moving anywhere. She plastered her back 
against the shingling of the house, hoping against hope that no one 
would walk around the house and see her. She listened to their good-
byes on the porch and the heavy crunch of footsteps as the men walked 
the couple to their car. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see 
the rear end of the car, a new model buried in the bushes not too far 
from where she had hidden last night in the darkness.

"See ya in town."

"Yeah, bring some of that moonshine."

Then the silver fins that had glinted in the morning sun slowly eased 
out of her range of vision and she heard the car roar off, traveling to 
some city, probably not too far away and possibly the same resort town 
where her husband and the lodge were. If only she were going with them, 
if only she were back at the lodge. The word "civilization" kept 
running crazily through her mind.

"We better get to work."

"Boy, that bitch really worked us out."

"If she was my woman, I'd kill her."

"How's he goin' to kill her? That's her business. Brings 'em in good 
money, too."

"You go on to the house. I think I'll get me another bottle ... Well, 
look at what we got here!"

Jane's eyes widened as she found herself face to face with the stocky 
blonde man, gazing across the flat expanse of grassless lawn at the 
young man she had watched at one end of the table and remembered as 
Buck. He was taller than she would have expected, but not as tall as 
the gangly man with the idiotic expression who now appeared from around 
the corner of the house and crept up behind him. A door slammed and 
Jane guessed that Josh had not heard Buck's words and had returned back 
into the house.

"I'm lost," she sputtered out. "I got separated from my husband two 
days ago in the woods."

Suddenly Jane stopped talking as she saw her words were having no 
effect on the men who gazed at her with a suspicious confusion. It was 
as though she were speaking a language foreign to them.

Finally, Buck responded. "Why ya standin' at the window?"

"I--I thought--hoped--there might be people here."

"Geez, she must of been watching everything" the lanky man said and 
Jane felt his cretin-looking gaze focus on her young body.

"That's right, Silas," Buck's face broke into a slow leer. "You enjoy 
it, honey?"

Knowing even as she did it that it was all so useless, that she was 
making her position with the mountain men worse, Jane thrust herself 
away from the wall and bolted across the lawn. Run, escape, raced 
through her terror-stricken mind, and her legs carried her off crazily 
not to the woods but down the sandy road she hadn't noticed last night, 
as though she believed she might actually be able to run all the way 
back to the town where her husband was. It was a foolhardy attempt, but 
in her overwhelming panic she no longer realized it. Instead, her mind 
reacted with an indignant surprise when the long-legged Silas took four 
easy strides after her, grabbed her by the hair, and she felt her body 
turn and spill onto the muddy dirt yard. She kicked at a denim clad leg 
and the sound of a harsh slap resounded through the quiet of the 
morning like a rifle shot. The tall man had hit her, she was going to 
pass out ... they were pulling her body across the yard to the cabin.



Chapter 3


Jane fell, then was half-dragged by Buck and Silas into the front room, 
where they threw her roughly down onto the cot.

"Well, lookee what we got here," Josh scowled at the others. "A little 
girl come right outta the woods. What ya doin' way out here in no 
where, honey?"

Jane gazed up fearfully at the tall mustached man in front of her, 
remembering the rough treatment Buck and Silas had given her outside. 
She said nothing, but clenched her teeth and pursed her lips tightly, 
vaguely hoping that all of this would dissolve like a bad dream and 
that she would awake in the arms of her husband back in the lodge.

"I asked you a direct question, M'am, and I 'spect you to answer it," 
Josh demanded again.

The others laughed behind Josh, and like twins they thrust their thumbs 
into their denim pockets. Jane remained quiet on the bed, knowing that 
whatever she said would make no difference to the men; she had 
witnessed their animal-like performance earlier and knew how they 
treated women and what they desired of them. But now Josh drew closer, 
the large palm of his hand drawn out lengthwise and moving in a slow-
motion gesture towards her face.

"I-I--don't know what to say. I was lost," she gasped, turning out her 
hands in supplication toward him. "I wandered away from the lake and 
saw your cabin."

"Goddam," Buck spat out. "How do ya figure her gettin' up here from 
Clear Lake?"

Josh turned to Silas and Buck and shook his head. Then he moved to the 
table and picked up the almost empty bottle of liquor and gulped it to 
the dregs. He was clearly angered by her presence and, as Jane had 
heard from stories of "Furreners" wandering into these hills, he was 
intimidated by the idea that she had the nerve to approach them.

"Now, lady, there ain't no reason for ya to be out walkin' around at 
five o'clock in the mornin'," Josh said, running a long thick finger 
across the edge of his mustache. "This here is what ya might call 
'trespassin', and us mountain folk got real strict ideas about that 
kinda thing."

Jane sat up with more certainty on the bed. She felt a bit more at ease 
now that she knew she wouldn't be manhandled by the three men at least 
for the moment--and she wanted to prove to Josh that she had no 
intentions of bothering them. The sun had risen over the hills behind 
the shack and she sensed a feeling of hope in the new day even though 
she knew she was in ominous danger at this moment. She had watched 
these men for nearly four hours before and she knew what they were 
capable of--in fact, she had an awareness of them that was deeper in 
many ways than her understanding of her own husband.

"If you would be so kind," she said with a sense of surety in her 
voice. "I would appreciate you showing me the way back to Lakeview 
Lodge. My husband is waiting for me there, and I hate to cause you any 
more trouble."

"Ya hear what she said, boys? She hates to cause us any more--trouble," 
Josh said, wiping his face off in a sneer of irritation. "Well, lady, 
ya have caused us trouble, and we can't let ya go directly."

Jane stood up from the cot and faced Josh. Her long blonde hair hung 
down over her thin white dress, accenting her little girl pout and 
bringing out the soft protuberance of her full well-rounded breasts.

"There's no reason you can't let me leave immediately," she said in 
indignation. "Besides, there are probably people out looking for me."

Then she took a long step half-way past the large man in front of her, 
only to be seized and thrown down on the couch by Silas and Buck.

"Let me go, I say, let me out of here," she screamed, her face 
contorted in fear and frustration.

"Lady, ain't nobody goin' to find you in these hills," Josh snapped 
impatiently. "And if you wandered from as far as Lakeview Lodge, like 
you say, they ain't even goin' to be lookin' for you way up here."

Josh moved back to Silas and Buck and stood in a huddle with the other 
two men for a moment. They were obviously discussing her and Jane's 
fears now returned that she wouldn't be permitted to leave the shack. 
The image of the young girl, Peggy, sucking Josh's cock ran through her 
mind for a fleeting instant, and she trembled when she thought of these 
men forcing her to do the same thing to them. But her own sense of 
outrage got the best of her, and she tightened her fists as Josh moved 
from Silas and Buck and grew close to her.

"We got what ya might call a little operation goin' on out here, and 
right now we can't take no chances. Ya stay with us for a day or so, 
and everything'll be all right."

"I can't stay for any amount of time," Jane rose and shouted. "Why are 
you treating me like this?" "Damn, Josh," Buck said. "Why don't ya tell 
her?"

Josh looked across at Buck and Silas. Whatever had happened in their 
huddle, Jane thought, hadn't solved anything. Something had been going 
on here in the shack that either couldn't be disclosed or was unclear 
to all three of the men.

"All right. We's makin' us some moonshine," Josh stated sharply. "And 
we can't have no interference. You stay with us for a few days, and 
it'll be OK."

Jane felt a heavy weight in her stomach as she realized what the tall 
man in front of her was saying. It was no longer a matter of leaving or 
staying, as she had stumbled onto something far more serious than 
midnight bawdry. She had grown up near these hills and she knew how 
'moonshiners', with their stills and their strange customs feared and 
hated the inquisitive stranger. There was the constant fear of the 
'revenuer', and there was the boredom and frustration that had no 
outlet except in blind outraged violence.

Jane had been through so much in the past eight hours; the vile assault 
on her by her husband and the hysteria of being lost in the woods and 
the vision of the girl's abandoned pleasures had dulled her 
consciousness to the immediacy of her danger from the men. But now she 
watched in growing terror as the three men surveyed the entire length 
of her body until it felt as though every inch of her were exposed and 
naked. She recalled her own lewd excitement at the obscene performance 
last night and her heart jumped with a new fear. Had she really desired 
the same kind of complete debasement that other girl had gone through? 
She sensed that her body ached to know, despite the rebellion of her 
mind and the knowledge that those feelings were a breach of promise to 
her husband and, especially, to her firmly set values that had held her 
in good stead for so long.

"So you'll just stay here for awhile, ain't that right?" Josh said, 
standing with a naked fist directed toward her.

"I-I don't know," she said softly, half-expecting a vicious blow if she 
refused.

"Yeah, she'll stay," Buck said, swaying up alongside Josh and peering 
down at Jane with a glint of sadistic enjoyment in his eyes. "There 
ain't nothin' else she can do."

Josh turned back to the men. "We'll just have to take the chance of 
someone findin' her here, though I don't see much chance of it. Can't 
let her go back to town before they pick up the stuff, that's for 
sure."

Silas, standing tall and idiot-like behind Buck, inched forward almost 
bashfully, turning his face toward Jane limply and lowering his eyes to 
her young close-set breasts. "Gee, Josh, she sure is pretty," he said, 
drawing out the syllables.

"Yeah, she is," Josh said. "But you had enough for one night."

"I didn't mean nothin'. I just wanted to touch her," Silas said, moping 
like a child behind Josh.

"May I have something to eat?" Jane said quickly in an attempt to 
change the subject.

To her dismay, a sly lewd smile swept over the faces of the three men.

"Honey, you'll get more than enough to eat tonight. When it gets dark 
and cool, we'll all just set down and have us a big feast together. 
Course, like everyone else, you'll have to work for your bread," he 
said with a knowing sneer that sent Silas and Buck into a peal of 
laughter behind her.

"Please give me something to eat now," Jane pleaded. "I'm sick. I 
haven't eaten for two days."

"Honey, this ain't no Lakeview Lodge," Josh waved her away and moved to 
the table. "Oh, give the spoiled little bitch a plate of grits," he 
said after a long moment as though on second thought. "But not a thing 
more and I mean that definite. I ain't runnin' no hotel."

It was completely daylight. Buck brought Jane a small dish of cold 
grits and then remained to guard her while Silas cleaned up the shack 
and Josh sat drinking in the corner of the room. Jane lay back on the 
cot, lost in her fear and hunger, and watched Silas move slow-faced 
about the cabin, picking up empty bottles and butts of thrown 
cigarettes. Outside, the cool North Carolina morning appeared 
magnificent in pale greys and yellows over the tops of nearby hills; a 
light mist drifted off treetops and settled in the meadow and, despite 
her resolve to protect herself constantly from the men, Jane fell into 
an exhausted deep sleep that was awakened by Buck standing in front of 
her.

"You been sleepin' for near two hours. Get outta bed and start helpin' 
us," he said.

Jane stretched, then suddenly came to life when she saw the dark 
glaring face of Buck in front of her. It took a moment until she 
realized where she was and who she was with to bring her to frightened 
consciousness.

"I have to go. I can't stay here any longer," she said with renewed 
desperation and raised herself weakly off the bed.

"You ain't goin' nowhere," the sharp voice of Josh reminded her from 
the other side of the room.

Jane peered at the bulky form of Josh hunched in a chair in the corner. 
He was a large powerfully built man with a ruddy face that exuded brute 
viciousness and a kind of animal cunning. She knew there was no hope of 
appealing to his better instincts for her own survival, yet she still 
sought a way to reach him.

"It doesn't matter to me what you're doing here," Jane began honestly.

"Yeah, but ya gotta stay," he cut her off immediately and stood looking 
at her. "We got some liquor that needs packing. A truck's comin' to 
pick up the stuff, and we can't take no chances with you runnin' around 
loose before we get it out."

Jane fell back down on the bed despondent. A few minutes later Buck and 
Silas returned to the cabin, carrying boxes they brought into the back 
room.

"Get back in there with Buck," Josh commanded after a moment. "He needs 
help cleanin' them bottles."

Jane stood up, a feeling of total helplessness sweeping over her. She 
was not only being held in the backwoods shack against her will, but 
now she was being ordered by the men to help them with their 
preparation of the shipment of illegal whisky. Josh directed her into a 
small back room where Buck stood over a pump and several buckets of 
water boiling on a wood stove. Dirty bottles were stacked on all the 
available table space and she watched as Buck plunged one empty 
container after another into the boiling water, setting the bottle on a 
table beside the sink.

"I-I don't understand. What do you want me to do?" she said half-
heartedly.

"You just watch me for awhile," Buck said and pointed to the buckets. 
"You'll pick it up real quick."

Within a few minutes she was busy beside Buck at the sink, rinsing out 
bottles in hot water, then drying them and setting them on the table. 
She felt somewhat relieved by the monotonous activity and she put 
herself into the work completely, trying to forget where she was and 
whom she was with. Yet a constant nagging at the back of her 
consciousness made her increasingly uncomfortable as she thought of the 
coming night, and she began to think of escape. Buck would leave the 
room from time to time, and she saw several chances where it might have 
been possible to leap out the back window. A new fear added to her 
worries as she realized that her husband, Bob, was probably searching 
for her and she was afraid that he would come on the shack unaware; the 
men, who were armed, would certainly revert to violence if he appeared 
and she knew it would be best if she could get to him before he 
arrived.

Buck appeared with another batch of bottles. After setting them down, 
he looked at Jane bent over the sink and handed her a slice of ham 
between two pieces of bread. Jane turned to thank him, but the gruff 
look on his face seemed to preclude that, and she began to eat 
hurriedly without any comment.

"You like a cigarette?" he said afterwards and withdrew a pack from his 
shirt pocket.

Jane nodded her head and the stocky blonde man handed her a cigarette 
and lit hers and then his own. He was tired. Sweat ran down his face 
and dampened his work shirt over his chest and for the first time she 
saw him as a human being and not another backwoods criminal. She felt 
an odd sense of compassion for him that she couldn't quite explain to 
herself. Perhaps it was the fact that he was young and ignorant, and 
had been forced into his way of life by economic and social 
circumstances beyond his control. He had been kind to her during the 
last hour, and she knew that she needed at least one of these men to 
stand behind her when it came time for them to decide when she should 
be released.

"It's damn hot in here," Buck said, fanning himself. "Let's you and me 
sit out on the stoop for awhile."

It was hot. She enjoyed slipping out of the confines of the back room 
even for a moment as this gave her an opportunity to survey the terrain 
and decide her chances for escape. It would be difficult for her to 
maneuver, she knew; the stand of trees around the buildings were a good 
hundred yards off, and the men would have to be diverted from her 
before she could even consider making an attempt. Buck leaned down and 
lit another cigarette.

"It's very peaceful," she offered, trying to make pleasant 
conversation. "It must be lovely living out here away from the city."

Buck snorted, then looked at her quizzically. "I ain't never lived in 
the city. Ain't never thought about it, as a matter of fact."

His face changed expression for a moment, as though Jane's question had 
brought a reality to mind that he had thought about but rejected for 
some reason a long time ago. Then he stood up and said, "We send this 
stuff to the city. Big money in the syndicate. Not that ya know 
anything about that."

Jane laughed nervously and stubbed her cigarette out on the ground next 
to the stoop. Smoke rose from the brick chimney of the stone building 
in front of them, and beyond lazy summer clouds piled up over blue-
green mountains. Yes, it was idyllic here, Jane thought to herself; 
with her husband here, in a completely different situation, she could 
see how she might be able to completely relax, but now, with Buck 
pacing anxiously in the yard in front of her, she was unable to release 
her mind from the immediate task of running away for even one instant. 
The other men were off somewhere and she felt relieved that she wasn't 
working with Silas whom she feared most of all three men. With his 
open-hanging mouth and bulging eyes, he was the most repulsive looking 
creature she had ever encountered and just remembering the crude 
interest he had already expressed in her body sent shivers of 
repugnance down her spine.

"What ya thinkin' about?" Buck said harshly. He was standing in the 
sunlight with a bottle in his hand, and suddenly Jane realized he was 
drinking again. "I don't want ya gettin' crazy ideas while them others 
is gone."

"I was just wondering how long it will be before they pick up your 
liquor," she said, looking across at him. "My husband must be 
worrying."

"Josh's the boss," Buck shrugged, drawing the bottle to his lips. 
"They'll probably come in a day or two, and he'll tell ya how soon ya 
can leave."

Jane turned on the stoop and looked with mounting tension back into the 
house. The rooms were empty. She gazed back across the muddied space 
and watched Buck, who stood with his head cocked and his eyes clouded 
with liquor, and then the thought came to her as she realized all that 
could happen to her alone with those men for several days: yes, she 
must make an escape. She would get him drunk; she would drink a little 
along with him until he was completely inebriated and then she would 
make her escape. But it would have to be quick since there was no 
telling how long Josh and Silas would be out of the house.

"Yes, I would like something to drink," she responded. "I'm quite 
thirsty."

Buck slid up on the back stairs to the shack beside her. "I see I ain't 
got no glass for ya. Ya better just sip it outta the bottle."

He wiped off the lip on his shirt and handed the bottle to Jane. "It 
ain't bad moonshine when ya figure we make it all out here," he 
remarked. "Downright good-tasting when ya drink the crap them boys is 
makin' on the other side of them hills."

Buck pointed off to the mountains but Jane was looking to a high bluff 
to the right of the cabin. She could see a wisp of smoke rising behind 
the hill and she supposed that was where Silas and Josh had gone 
earlier. It was a very large operation that she had imagined: the 
amount of bottles they had scalded testified to that, and the syndicate 
that Buck had mentioned pointed to the fact that much of the illegal 
liquor was being exported to the larger towns and cities in the area.

"Ain't ya gonna drink it?" Buck said anxiously. "Goddamn, it ain't 
gonna kill ya."

She raised the bottle to her lips, letting her mouth get accustomed to 
the metallic taste of the liquor. The whisky slid down her throat 
smoothly at first, then she felt a burning sensation as it struck her 
stomach and the aftertaste caught in her throat.

"God, it--it's s-strong," she coughed and leaned away from him. "It 
could kill a person."

"Hundred an' fifty proof! Takes awhile for city folks to get used to 
it."

Buck smiled, flashing a pair of white teeth, and for a moment Jane 
thought him almost handsome. He had green twinkling eyes and a chiseled 
face tanned by years in the sun. His forearms extending from rolled up 
shirt sleeves showed long sinewy muscles with not an inch of spare 
flesh below coarse sunbleached hairs that gave him a strong masculine 
appearance.

"Sure hate to go back into that heat," he said, thrusting his elbow 
towards the back room. "Sometimes it gets unbelievable hot workin' on 
the still. There ain't nothin' ya can do about it, though."

Jane sensed herself slowly warming to Buck sitting beside her. The gulp 
of whisky she had taken and the arduous work inside had lowered her 
defenses somewhat and for the first time in many hours she wasn't 
nervous. Through the slight daze that first taste of the strong alcohol 
had given her, she knew she must escape before Josh and Silas returned, 
yet she almost enjoyed this moment sitting in the sun with Buck. It 
seemed strange that they had both grown up within fifty miles of each 
other, had shared in many of the same southern traditions, and yet were 
as different as two people from opposite sides of the globe.

Buck stood up and raised the bottle to his lips. He closed his eyes and 
took several long gulps, then he lowered it down again and breathed a 
long deep sigh. "Whew, them fellas'll be back shortly. Why don't you 
and me finish this off before they come?"

Jane smiled to herself. It would only be a matter of time before he had 
drunk enough to be less aware of her moves; yet, the alcohol she had 
drank was already affecting her and she was less than certain that she 
could pretend she was drinking when she actually wasn't.

"I said drink it. There ain't nothin' wrong with this here corn 
liquor," he said, waving the bottle in front of her.

Jane raised the bottle again. This time it didn't taste as bitter, and 
she even felt a slight lift as the whiskey settled in her stomach.

"Ya ain't drinkin' it, I can tell. I mean take a long one," he said, 
hitching his fingers around his belt.

"I've really had enough," she complained, but took another long gulp. 
She knew she was hurting herself by obliging him and drinking since it 
would take three times as much to get him drunk as it would herself. 
Slightly dizzy, she considered pouring out some of the contents of the 
bottle when he wasn't looking, but he never seemed to take his eyes off 
her.

"Ya know, ya ain't too bad looking" Buck said suddenly.

"I've been watchin' you all afternoon, and I think you're real nice."

Despite herself, Jane felt her face grow crimson. She looked down at 
the smoothly downed tannedness of her legs and the full rounding curve 
of her firm young thighs and blushed again.

"Yeah," Buck sighed deeply. "I been lookin' at ya real close. You got 
pretty blond hair. I like it real long like that."

Unconsciously, Jane ran her hand through her hair, pulling it from in 
front of her breasts and letting it fall smoothly down her back. 
Somehow she did not feel disturbed at what Buck was saying to her, and 
she attributed this to the feeling of easy confidence the liquor was 
giving her and the fact that he had been rather kind and understanding 
toward her throughout the afternoon. Still, she wanted to divert his 
attention. She remembered how he had acted last night with the 
prostitute and the last thing she wanted was to be molested.

"I've often wondered what it would be like to live alone out in these 
hills," she said, looking toward the green thickness of trees 
surrounding the shack. "I've lived in the city so long, you know."

"It ain't nothin' you'd like," Buck said after a moment.

"Oh, I think I really would. There's something about the calm, the 
absolute quiet that keeps bringing me back. Before I was married, I was 
quite anxious to live in New York. I thought life was so dull in a 
small town in North Carolina, do you know what I mean?"

Buck sat quiet. Jane looked at him nervously, sensing that the liquor 
was making her talk too much. She pushed the bottle toward his hand, 
hoping that he would drink from it again. Yes, she did feel at ease 
with Buck and the only way she could explain it was that he was lonely 
too and needed a companion to confide in as she did.

"I never thought about it much until now," he said, drawing deeply on 
the whisky and setting the bottle on the stoop in front of them. "I 
don't know any of them things you're talking about. Since I was a 
little kid, alls I ever knew was work and more work. First it was for 
my pa cuttin' timber, then it was in the mill for ten years. Now it 
ain't much easier but I got more money."

Jane frowned and looked steadily toward him. She was a little worried 
about the strong effect the alcohol was taking on her, but at least she 
had gotten the man talking and drinking, and now the next step was for 
her to wait until he was distracted.

"This work ain't no good either," he continued. "There's all kinda 
trouble with Josh. He gets drunk and goes crazy. Then we all gets drunk 
like we did last night and he wants to fuss with the neighbors. One of 
them who complained about his wife being bothered disappeared about a 
month ago. I don't know nothin' about it, but I 'spect he's buried out 
there behind them trees,"

Buck held up the bottle to Jane and she quickly took a drink. What he 
had just said frightened her, and her stomach seemed to sink as far as 
the dirt ground as she thought of Bob's possible arrival and what might 
happen to him if he tried to protect her from this group of mountain 
men. She took another swig and drew in on herself, grateful for the 
sensation of the liquor warming her slightly as it coursed through her 
veins. Yes, this was a world where the law of survival of the fittest 
still prevailed; there were rules, she knew, yet these rules were not 
those of so-called civilized society. And what frightened her most was 
the concept of justice these backwoods people maintained: courts of law 
were completely ignored in favor of the eye-for-an-eye vengeance that 
came out of a barrel of a gun. The outsider by his very nature was 
immediately condemned--as her own dilemma had profoundly demonstrated--
and Bob would be brutalized as an intruder without a second thought.

"Like I was sayin'," Buck went on. "There ain't nothin' but some dirt 
farms and stills and lots of killin' around here. Folks get heated up 
and they let it come out real easy,"

She flinched inwardly at these last words. He looked at her with a 
violent expression that matched the darkening of the summer cumulus 
overhead, and she pressed herself against the side of the door, moving 
her leg slightly away from him. Then she felt the touch of his hand on 
her thigh and she moved her leg, this time more abruptly and with more 
certainty toward the edge of the stoop.

"What ya gettin' so jumpy for?" he laughed, and placed the palm of his 
hand firmly on the dimpled area above her knee. "I could make things 
nice for ya."

Almost instinctively Jane reached for the bottle of whisky. Now she had 
an idea what he had been planning, but somehow she didn't really care, 
as long as she got him drunk enough to make her escape.

"You're just like the rest of them Yankees. Ya say you're from the 
South, but ya talk like a furrener to me."

The touch of his hand on her leg was disconcerting at first, but she 
knew she had better not protest and after some moments she found 
herself adjusting to the feeling of it placed warmly on her lower thigh 
and she did not protest. She drank when he asked her to drink, and even 
smiled as he related to her the details of an unhappy childhood and a 
broken marriage. It was amazing how much a person could endure, given 
the circumstances, she thought; she even admitted that she liked Buck, 
that she felt somehow endeared to him because of their backgrounds and 
especially because of his unhappy marriage. Her own relationship with 
her husband was nothing admirable, she knew, and Bob's vicious rape of 
her by the lake was in its own right no less violent than the way the 
men were treating her here.

Buck handed the bottle to Jane and she drank from it again.

"I don't want any more," she said with a slight slur. "It's too strong, 
I can't drink too much of it."

"Ya hardly made a goddam dent in the bottle," he responded. Then 
laughed and moved his palm softly up and down the smoothness of her 
thigh. The liquor she had drunk had dulled her senses somewhat, and 
instead of rejecting him she felt drawn to the reassuring feel of his 
hand against her warmly tingling skin.

"Why don't we just forget them bottles inside," he said. "I just like 
sitting here with you. I said I'd help you before and I meant it. You 
just gotta cooperate a little."

Jane jerked back startled for an instant, then she pulled closer to 
Buck, knowing what his words implied and how she must deal with him. 
Just a little more time, she thought, and he would be drunk. His hot 
breath caressed her shoulder and his hand slid closer to the edge of 
her tight dress. Yes, she must make her get away as soon as possible. 
She couldn't imagine herself performing with all the men like the whore 
the evening before.

Buck stood up abruptly and grasped Jane by the hand. "Let's you and me 
take a little walk," he said and smiled strongly. "You like these here 
woods. Let me show ya some of our property, as ya might call it."

Then they were walking across the muddied turf of the backyard, moving 
on past the stone house and the clump of trees. The alcohol had had 
some effect on her balance and once her hips swayed toward him and 
nudged him in the side, and she cringed as he came closer to her, 
slinging his arm around her back. The trees seemed to close over their 
heads in a slowly darkening archway and above the green ceiling of 
leaves she could almost feel the sky darken and a wedge of clouds press 
down on the hills.

Then they were in a clearing, and Buck released his hand and dropped 
softly on the grass. He smiled at her. He still had the whisky with him 
and she watched as he sucked from the bottle as though he were a child 
at his mother's breast. Then he gestured for her to sit down beside 
him. "C'mon," he said in an almost high-pitched voice. "I ain't gonna 
eat ya up."

Jane straightened in front of him and pressed her hands down flat on 
her stomach. Yes, she really liked this man even though she had watched 
him perform dreadful perverted acts only hours before. She felt his 
eyes glisten up at her and she was suddenly aware of the beauty of her 
own body. The way Bob had treated her, she had never sensed her own 
loveliness as she did now. Yes, Bob had been courtly and had tried to 
make her feel like a woman; but this was very much different: now she 
was confronted with someone who was willing to risk his own safety, as 
Buck had done when he fed her, just to touch her, just to show that he 
understood and cared.

"I said come on and sit down here. I ain't gonna bite ya," Buck laughed 
and turned, propping his elbow on the grass.

"I'd rather stand, thank you," Jane answered. "It looks awfully damp on 
the ground."

Buck stretched and smiled at her again. He began undoing the buttons to 
his shirt until the entire breadth of his chest and muscular belly were 
exposed. He pulled his shirttails from beneath his trousers and took 
the shirt off, placing it beside him on the ground. Then he lay his 
hand on the blue denim material, gesturing again for her to sit down 
beside him.

"No," she said, more positive in her assertion. "I just can't. Look, 
you're getting your shirt dirty leaving it there on the grass."

She reached down and handed Buck his shirt. He took it in his hands, 
rolled it into a ball and threw it behind Jane, glaring angrily up at 
the girl as though he had been deeply hurt.

Jane watched him shift his eyes from the long smoothly curving length 
of her legs into the arc of trees behind. He reminded her a little of 
Bob, with his boyish grin and the self-conscious way he pushed a lock 
of sandy hair from his forehead. Even Buck's anger was reminiscent of 
the way Bob had acted when he grew angry with her: there was the 
childish pout, and the slight tilt of the head away from her indicating 
disapproval; and there were the squinting eyes that tried to appear 
unconcerned by focussing on a distant object, although they flicked 
from time to time to her face to see if that consciously posed anger 
were registering on her. Yes, they were very much alike, she thought, 
and she suddenly yearned to be close to Bob, even though she knew he 
was miles from her at this moment.

Buck sat up and set the half-empty bottle between his legs. "I know 
what you're thinking. You're wonderin' if that husband of yours'll show 
up," he said. "This place ain't the easiest to get to, and I guess it'd 
be best if he didn't find ya. Josh bein' a little trigger-crazy with 
that shotgun of his."

He sipped from the bottle for a long time, and Jane took this moment to 
appraise her chances for escape. It began to look less and less likely 
that he would get stumbling drunk; but the closeness of the trees 
afforded her access to the woods more readily than when she was at the 
house. They were about two-hundred yards into the pine-forest, and she 
could see a sharp abutment of rock a short distance from the clearing. 
She had spent enough time in the North Carolina foothills to know that 
most large out-croppings of rock hid limestone caves--and it was there, 
she knew, that she might hide herself. But all of this was a matter of 
chance. Buck was seated in front of her with his eyes riveted lewdly 
upon her young body, and aside from an obscene curl at the lips and a 
kind of dazed leer, he seemed perfectly sober.

"And like I said," he spoke harshly, and dragged from his cigarette. 
"There ain't no way your old man is gonna find ya here. So ya might as 
well make yourself comfortable. Don't that seem right? Just look at 
yourself getting all edgy, when ya could be havin' a real nice time 
..."

Jane shifted her weight and stared down hard at him. A gust of wind 
rippled through her long hair and pressed the material of her cotton 
dress against the smoothly curving outline of her breasts. She stood up 
to her full height, running her hands down her tensed ribcage; yes, 
there was no doubt what he had been planning to do to her all 
afternoon. Now it was a matter of a struggle between their opposing 
wills as he bargained for her body with the promise that he would help 
her to escape, and she waited for the approaching moment when he was 
drunk enough to run away from him ... if that moment ever came.

"Here, drink this," he slurred, "It'll warm ya up. Getting a might 
chilly, wouldn't ya say?"

She drank again. The liquor tasted mellow and warm going down, and she 
felt more than just lighthearted now; yes, she was becoming quite 
drunk, and that was good, she thought, since she was still shaking at 
what lay ahead.

Another sharp gust of wind ruffled the trees. She handed the bottle to 
him, then started back when she realized that the front of her dress 
had come undone--probably from her struggle through the woods last 
night--exposing the large naked orbs of her breasts all the way down to 
their barely-clad nipples. Slowly, Buck closed and opened his eyes, his 
pupils clouding over in obvious lust. He set the bottle down beside 
him, then ran his hand down his bared chest, thrusting a thumb below 
his belt toward his crotch.

"Ya know, you look better and better all the time," he said softly.

She stumbled back shaking as he coursed his eyes down the entire length 
of her sensuously opulent body. Her dress had blown partially open and 
she was conscious of one white dove-like breast splayed part-way out 
the gape in the material. She tried to button her dress and still keep 
an eye on Buck who had placed one hand on his thigh and was moving his 
fingers suggestively toward his crotch.

"Now, honey, there ain't no need to button it," he said, breathing 
deeply. "We's all friends here."

"I--I want to go back to the house," she cried out. "Please, don't act 
like that."

Buck laughed and raised himself slowly. Jane couldn't help but see the 
long bulge of his passion protruding from beneath his pants. She turned 
her head from the lewd display and looked him angrily in the face. But 
the directness of her gaze seemed to have no effect on him; his 
breathing grew more heavy and his face gloated with an obscene 
excitement.

"Please," Jane cried out, still clutching the exposed whiteness of her 
breast. "Please don't do anything to me."

"There ain't nothin' that I'll do that you won't like," he said 
hoarsely. "I just wanta touch that sweet little tit of yours."

Then he was up on two feet and staggering across the grass toward her.

"Stop," she screamed. "Let's talk a minute."

He stood only an arm's length away from her, his eyes running from the 
softly downed smoothness of her breast to the lush vee of her groin 
clad seductively in the clinging material of her summer dress.

"There ain't nothing to talk about. You know that," he shrugged. "I 
thought you and me might work out a deal. Like I said, I'm just a man 
and I gotta be satisfied. I know you like me, I can tell by the way you 
was acting."

"Yes, I do like you," she said, and blushed uncontrollably. "But there 
are lots of ways a person can express their affection. Do you 
understand that, Buck?"

"I don't understand nothin'," he said, slapping the top of his head in 
frustration. "I understand I like your pretty hips and I wanta suck 
them titties. That's all I wanta know."

Jane felt relieved for a moment. At least she had gotten him talking, 
and had made him comprehend that she did not want to be treated just as 
an object of lust and nothing more. He looked puzzled and moved back to 
the bottle and lifted it off the ground. He took one long swig and then 
another, and Jane began inching away from him again. Now that she had 
bought some time she meant to use it prudently. It was confusing and 
almost painful to have to deal with him like this, but the others would 
be returning shortly and if she were to make her break the moment had 
to be now.

"I always wanted somethin' like you," he said thoughtfully, setting the 
bottle down and lighting a cigarette. "I get girls, but they ain't 
nothin. Just tramps ya pick up in Calder on Saturday night. Me, I want 
somethin' special, somethin that makes me feel like a man."

Against her resolve, she warmed to him. There was something brutally 
honest about Buck that she liked. There was no surface gloss, no 
shallow sophistication--only a direct assertion of his needs that had 
been perverted by a society that had passed him by and left him in 
another more primitive world, a forgotten century where men fought like 
animals to attain what they got, and battled more viciously to defend 
their meager holdings.

"Yeah, they ain't no cause for me to carry on like this," he smiled, 
his face turning red with embarrassment. "Ya know what I been talkin' 
about and now I want ya to put out for me."

Then he was lurching across the grass towards her. She spun around and 
directed her eyes into the woods and began to run. The distance between 
the clearing and bushes was greater than she had first imagined, and 
she felt her heart beat violently in her chest as she dug her feet into 
the soil. She could hear him panting behind her, and she turned her 
head to see his burly form reared up a few yards away, his hands 
outstretched and clutching wildly.

"Just wait til I get you, you bitch," he screamed. "Man, am I gonna 
fuck those big hot tits right off 'a you!"

She rushed on, the wind driving against her tear-streaked face, and 
still he was behind her, staggering and falling like a clumsy bear 
lumbering with drunken persistence. Now she had reached the bushes. Low 
hanging branches thwacked her face and tangled her hair, ripping the 
material of her dress. She tripped, losing her balance for a moment, 
then pressed on into denser foliage. A maze of razor-sharp leaves 
struck her face, and she pushed the branches aside, running into 
thicker branches that slowed her down. Behind she could hear Buck 
crashing through the brush, his voice crying out. Through the thicket 
she saw him heading off to the right into a clump of saplings well off 
her path. She rested, panting with deep painful gasps and attempting to 
regain her breath. He had lost her momentarily, and she paused, hoping 
he'd exhaust his strength before he caught her trail again.

She pushed the thick screen of brush aside and headed toward the rock 
precipice not more than a hundred feet in front of her. Then she made 
her misstep, falling across a stump and raising a racket as she lifted 
up and struck her head on dead overhanging pine branches that came down 
with a seething rush on top of her.

"You goddam little bitch," she heard coming closer, and she beat the 
thicket of brush off of her and broke into the open again. Buck was 
behind where she had fallen, and she had some distance to go before she 
reached the cliffs.

"I'm gonna put my cock in your pussy deeper than your husband ever did, 
honey," he roared. "And man, it's gonna feel real good up in that hot 
little belly of yours!"

His obscene shouts drove her forth with more energy than she knew she 
had. She had misjudged his position, thinking he was directly behind, 
and she saw him bursting through a triangle of green to the side and 
she changed direction. Her movement had slowed her down as she turned 
and measured his distance from her, and she tripped and fell, the full 
milky whiteness of her breasts nakedly spilling out of her blouse when 
she struggled to raise herself again.

"Gol-lee, them titties sure look good," Buck hissed, coming at her 
through the open space of grass.

He was only a few feet away from her now. She put forth a violent burst 
of energy, spinning around when his opening and closing hand sprung out 
in an attempt to grab her leg. At such close distance she could see the 
veins puffed out on his face and the twisting clench of his mouth 
straining with total effort. His face was bestial looking, inflated 
into a maddening leer by the alcohol he had consumed and his mounting 
lust, and she shuddered as he fell down onto the soft pile of leaves 
beside her, grabbing her arm.

She slid slowly backwards on her buttocks across the open patch of 
ground, and his hand tightened on her arm. There was no place else to 
go, she could move no further. They were sitting in a small clearing in 
the middle of the forest, surrounded by trees. There was no shade here, 
and Jane noticed that her bare trembling thighs were smudged with dirt, 
and small beads of sweat covered his forehead. Her own hair was damp 
with perspiration and she lifted a loosely falling lock from an eye 
with a free arm, feeling the tension in her muscles relax. There was no 
use struggling against his superior strength anymore; the battle was 
over and she had lost ... lost everything!

For an endless moment they stared at each other through the sun and 
dirt. The crazily maddening look of lust on his face had been replaced 
by an expression of confusion, as though he also were shocked at the 
lengths he had gone to in bringing her to this position of subjugation 
before him. He almost looked frightened, as though their struggle and 
the predatory emotion she had brought out in him, were primitive, even 
by his standards. But then, like a man who had decided what he should 
do, he resumed his threatening expression and fumbled for something in 
his pocket.

Jane's eyes bulged in disbelief when he pulled a knife from his pants. 
It didn't seem possible that this was happening to her. Once again, she 
had the feeling of standing outside herself, looking at the two of them 
objectively, and she waited like a spectator at a play for the curtain 
to drop, ending the drama. But it didn't. The knife was sunk in a long 
leather sheath, and, keeping his fingers dug in her arm, he fumbled to 
loosen it with his free hand. He snapped the clasp with his thumb and 
the leather covering sheath nudged slowly downward until it fell 
abruptly to the ground, raising a feeble swirl of dust. For another 
long moment, they both studied the long silver blade extending fiercely 
from his hand and glinting threateningly into the sun.

Still watching her closely with a menacing expression on his face, he 
released her arm and slowly stood up. "Get up on your feet," he 
commanded down at her.

Jane rose on wildly shaking knees to her feet, and once again he 
stepped closer and grabbed her by the arm but with such a light touch 
that it almost seemed for a second that he was helping her. He stepped 
behind her, wrenching the arm with him, and pointed to the brush ahead. 
He was close enough that Jane could feel his hot breath on her neck and 
see in her mind's eye the glinting of the knife at her back, and she 
stepped forward without hesitation.

Together they stumbled a path to the trees like hopelessly 
uncoordinated Siamese twins. Jane moved as best she could; her heart 
had stopped pounding and she no longer felt any particular fear. She 
didn't believe he was actually going to use the knife to kill her, it 
was merely a symbol of how much he wanted her and how determined he was 
to take her. Instead, her mind slipped into a dazed condition of shock; 
as though in a dream, she accepted what she had to do and the only 
thing she looked forward to was getting it over with. She heaved with 
relief as they stepped into the shade. He nudged her forward until they 
stood next to a tree, then spun her around until she faced him.

"Strip off your clothes for me," he said, still holding her arm, but 
stepping back a bit to give her room.

Jane undid the last remaining button on her dress, pulled it from her 
shoulders and then, after an undecided moment, threw it quickly to the 
side of the small open space where it caught on a bush like something 
hung out to dry. She reached for her shoes, and stumbling awkwardly 
while he held her up by the arm, bent over to pull them from her 
delicately curving ankles. Glancing up with one last plea for mercy on 
her face, she saw his eyes catch on the exposure of the deep cleavage 
between her breasts and the expression on his face soften with lust. 
The shoes fell to the ground and he kicked them to the side with 
furious energy, his free hand reaching out with desperate hurry and 
undoing the clasp of her bra. The bra fell to the ground between their 
feet, and, in too much of a hurry to bother now he left it there, 
moving his hands hurriedly down to the elastic waistband of her panties 
and pulling them down her deeply heaving stomach, and then, with more 
rapidly mounting urgency, down her long tanned delicately tapering 
thighs and calves. With one long sweeping glance, his eyes raced across 
every inch of her lusciously curving naked body, and he gulped hard in 
disbelief at the feast awaiting him.

"Lie down on your back," he said and pointed to a soft, thick patch of 
grass under the tree.

His arm still held her tightly as she stepped backward and sank onto 
the ground until she lay beneath him totally naked. Then he let her go 
and she looked up at him standing over her, one foot straddling each 
side of her waist, his face swollen and his eyes glazing over with 
passion. Jane started abruptly as he stepped backward and dropped to 
his knees between her legs, pushing her knees far apart. The sharply 
gleaming knife in his right hand settled across her belly, his other 
hand jerking one leg further out. Jane took one last look at the light 
blue sky barely evident in splotches through the heavy thickness of the 
overhanging trees and then shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the first 
painfully searing rush of his burgeoning cock entering her.

She felt his fingers stroke softly for a moment at the flexing hollows 
of her inner thighs--then she cringed as she felt his fingers slowly 
spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of her open cuntal furrow apart. A 
warm gush of air rushed over the splayed out genitals and Jane 
shuddered with humiliation and shame as she realized that the softly 
parting flanges were wet, proof of her own unconscious attraction to 
him and giving him further encouragement. One finger stroked the hotly 
straining little bud of her clitoris for an endless moment, then worked 
its way down the length of the narrow wet slit, down over the elastic-
rimmed opening of her vagina, and into the crevice of her helplessly 
squirming buttocks. Her hips ground uncontrollably down against the 
softness of the grass, low mewling animal sounds escaping pitifully 
from between her clenched teeth.

"Oooooh!" she jerked as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound 
at the base of her belly. She jerked her torso up on her elbows and 
gazed down in shocked disbelief at his lust-incited face sliding into 
the soft curling pubic fleece on the splayed out lips of her cunt. "Oh 
god, please. Please don't do that to me. No one has ever licked me down 
there before!"

"Shut up," he growled and lowered his head, greedily flicking the tip 
of his saliva-moistened tongue into the narrow pink slit between her 
thighs. He ran his warmly stroking tongue the full length of it, from 
the tight-closed little pucker of her violently clenching vagina, up 
over the fluted pink edges of her cuntal lips and over the tiny 
sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. Jane whimpered and groaned in 
protest, but the silvery flashing knife on her nude stomach restrained 
her from squirming backwards. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the bud 
of her clitoris and she bit her lower lips tightly to hold back the 
forbidden sensation that throbbed hotly now up between her legs. Buck's 
free hand dug harshly into her wildly heaving abdomen, curling around 
her bare mid-section and rising up the straining ridges of her ribcage 
to her swollen ripe breasts. His hand cupped the soft resilient mounds, 
trapping the sensitively hardening nipples between thumb and 
forefinger; squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a 
gasp of surprised pleasure from her open lips.

"Please stop," she protested and flailed her head from side to side, 
knowing all the while it was useless. He didn't even bother to answer; 
his only response was a sudden pressure of the flat of the knife 
against the cream-white flesh of her vulnerable belly.

Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled 
uncontrollably from side to side on the grass as the hot searing tongue 
shot out, its softly flicking tip moving teasingly to the warmly 
palpitating opening of her pussy. He pressed his mouth directly over 
the tight little hole and ran his tongue over the soft, hair rimmed 
portals. Weird erotic pictures of how she must look, naked with her 
legs spread wide, began to flow through her dazed mind that was sinking 
to the dim edges of consciousness from all the shock, alcohol, and sun. 
As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust 
his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from her 
and causing her smooth inner thighs to close convulsively around either 
side of his moving head. She could feel her wet flesh slip moistly over 
his long extended tongue as the moistening walls of her lewdly invaded 
vagina opened and closed in an involuntary, hungry little sucking 
motion around its obscenely teasing thickness.

"Oh, God," she groaned in spite of herself as Buck's free hand left her 
breast to trail slow teasing paths down the soft unresisting belly and 
insert itself thrillingly into the pubic hair rising from the base of 
her pelvis. It stroked the soft curls for a moment and suddenly 
smoothed down into the moist ready slit between her legs, scraping 
gently at the tiny pleasure-bud and sending it springing into hotly 
quivering life. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her 
and her heels pushed down into the ground and every muscle in her body 
tensed as she strained to control the desire to lift her hips upward 
toward that hot maddening probe between her legs. She had never known 
anything like this feeling before or had expected that it could be like 
this.

It feels so good, she inwardly swooned, and I couldn't stop him even if 
I wanted to.

Her smoothly gyrating buttocks lifted upwards and she began 
involuntarily screwing her hips in small tiny accommodating circles 
around the flicking tongue in her warmly throbbing vagina. Her parted 
legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was plunging 
gluttonously into her wildly sucking hole. The cords of her neck stood 
out as she reached forward suddenly and tangled her fingers in his 
blonde hair. A last conscious thought of her husband, Bob, and the 
forbidden adultery she was being forced to commit with this complete 
stranger flickered through her mind and then diffused into nothingness 
between the lewdly tingling bursts of joy that throbbed and tore 
through her tongue-filled cunt until she thought her entire body was 
going to explode asunder.

"Oh! Ohhh!" she moaned, splaying her obscenely stiffening legs wider 
and wider to give him greater access.

"Now I want you to do the same for me," he grunted and lifted up his 
head.

Jane's mood of arousal shattered into thousands of tiny frustrated 
pieces and once again she raised herself to her elbows, the narrow hazy 
slits of her lust-smoked eyes widening in shock as Buck removed his 
legs from between her thighs, and positioning them on the sides of her 
body, began slowly inching up her torso toward her face. He stopped, 
his knees widely splayed out, just above her breasts, and she thought 
her eyes would bulge out of her head as he began undoing his zipper 
above her face. She watched in utter fear and horror, fully cognizant 
now of what was coming, as the loosened cloth flapped out to the sides 
and, with one urgent movement, he slid his shorts and pants down to his 
knees. His fingers seemed to tremble slightly in his excitement, 
causing the knife clutched in one hand to waver crazily in the sun. 
Jane's breath caught in her throat as his long rubberily pulsing length 
sprung upwards and loomed out from his stomach, the round rubbery head 
already moistly glistening and swelling as it aimed toward her mouth. 
She had never seen a man's cock this close and it seemed absolutely 
huge, the rounded smoothness at the top already covered with whitely-
seeping moisture as it flicked in front of her lips. A silent plea for 
sympathy in her eyes, Jane's gaze traveled slowly up the lewdly 
menacing form knelt over her. His chest was half-soaked with sweat from 
his earlier efforts between her legs, then she came to his face that 
was flushed with pleasure at her frightened response to his huge 
menacing organ. He leered down at her above his wide-held thighs, a 
cruel animal lust in his eyes that momentarily froze Jane's trembling 
body into inert stillness. She lay immobile, a trapped prey before a 
stalking animal, the realization that there was no escape sinking in. 
His hand drew back the heavy foreskin and the thick turgid head popped 
out.

"Suck it into your mouth," he muttered between heavily grimacing teeth.

For a long moment, Jane remained in stunned silence. "N-no. I can't. 
I've never done that to a man before."

The blade in his hand flashed through the air until it lay flat against 
the side of her head, pressing against her softly cascading hair. Her 
heart stopped as the razor-like blade twisted only slightly and a few 
long strands fell over the delicate tanned curve of her upper arm and 
wafted to the ground.

"Put your hand around it and guide it into your mouth," he said in a 
menacing impatient tone.

Jane shuddered--torn between the hot desire still scorching her softly 
throbbing vagina down between her thighs and the quick twinge of fear 
and humiliation that flickered through her confused mind. She bent her 
head, tears of shame streaming down her face.

"Suck my dick, and hurry up about it," he shouted angrily, sliding the 
knife from her hair until the cold blade tipped her cheek.

Slowly Jane reached upwards and placed her hand at the thick base of 
his cock where it soared up from the curling blonde pubic hair covering 
his lower stomach. She enclosed it between her thumb and forefinger 
until the large red throbbing head stood alone and naked against the 
gentle softness of her lips, already moist from the tiny droplets of 
seminal fluid seeping from his rapidly rising excitement. She couldn't 
do it--her mind raced, Oh god, she just couldn't! She bent forward and 
trying her best to prolong the ultimate indignity of taking his penis 
into her mouth, ran her tongue down the juncture between his thighs and 
groin, then moved to his belly and licked at his navel, running her 
tongue hotly around it until she felt his stomach begin to heave above 
her and she hoped he would lose control and, the lewd words raced 
through her mind, shoot out his cum before she had to lick him. He was 
hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it against her lips and 
face as she moved softly over his abdomen. Steeling her nerves, she let 
her hands drop to the thick base of the huge erected cock and she 
cupped his smoothly soft testicles gently with one of them, grazing her 
nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh.

"Ooooh God, close your lips around it and suck it now, baby," she heard 
him groan above her and jerk his loins forward until the large redly 
throbbing head stood alone and naked against the softness of her lips.

Still she resisted, in desperate hopes that he would cum now, and she 
began planting moist warm kisses around, beginning at the tip and 
tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly 
back to the tip again. He placed his hand around the huge fleshy 
thickness and rubbed the wet lubricated head demandingly against her 
tightly clenched lips. She had played longer than she should have and, 
aware now that she didn't want to open them, he suddenly reached 
forward with his other hand and pinched her nostrils tightly together. 
She fought for a moment, moving her head from side to side on the grass 
in desperation until with a sudden gasp for air her mouth opened wide. 
She squirmed her body backward beneath his straddly legs, but he 
followed her and the thick spongy head wormed hotly inside, crushing 
through her moistly glistening lips, between the whiteness of her teeth 
and on into the wet saliva of her mouth.

She closed her eyes to keep from choking and tears of humiliation ran 
from her cheeks down her neck. She could feel the spongy stiff 
substance rub the full length of her tongue, almost imbedding itself in 
her throat. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that 
filled by Buck's great fleshy rod, now protruding banana-like from her 
tightly ovalling lips.

"Tighten your lips around it and begin to suck, baby," he hissed from 
above, his voice coarse and thick from passion.

Jane began sucking to end it; she didn't know much about pleasing a 
man, but she worked hard to learn in her desire to make him cum as soon 
as possible. Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm contact 
with the head of his cock. She circled it about the smooth rubbery 
flesh as he groaned and twisted above. The tip of her slowly searching 
tongue found the tiny opening of the gland at the end and darted wetly 
into it. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the hotly 
jerking instrument and, raising her head from the grass, swirled her 
tongue around and around the rhythmically throbbing shaft. Her dazed 
and tortured mind began to reel with images of that whore they called 
Peggy, sucking Josh's cock last night. And then, the very hopelessness 
of her position and the masochistic joy of being used, used like she, 
too, was a whore, brought tiny strange ripples of fire through her 
tattered nerves. Buck groaned and whimpered above her in increasing 
frenzy and she found to her surprise that it excited her. She 
contracted the moistly clinging walls of her mouth tightly around the 
surging instrument and began sucking as hard as she could, beginning a 
slow rhythmic rotation of her tongue around the rapidly pulsing shaft 
that seemed to grow forever and ever.

She found that different movements of her tongue excited him in new and 
surprising ways: she would flutter it just below the base of the head 
of his cock, and he would groan and increase his breathing, wrenching 
his madly writhing buttocks until almost the whole length of his prick 
was wormed into her swallowing mouth; or, she would lick her tongue 
from the base to the warmly pulsating little slit in the tip and push 
in and suck with her lips in this sensitive spot until he dug his 
fingers with inflamed lust into her neck.

Suddenly Buck groaned and slithered the cock out of her mouth like a 
prisoner being subjected to torture. "I want to screw you now. I'm 
going to fuck you til those big hot tits of yours fall right off!" he 
hissed and began moving quickly down her torso.

"Oh, God, Buck, I can't. I told you I can't," Jane protested uselessly 
as she felt him drop to his knees between her thighs.

She felt him shift his weight, and run his hand down the sheer softness 
of her creamily smooth abdomen, pausing a moment as though in deep 
concentration.

"Goddam, ya already liked sucking it," he said, his eyes falling on the 
lust-pinkened aureoles of her nipples. "I'm gonna stick it in real 
slow-like, and just wait and see how ya like it."

She flinched vainly away from him for a moment, more in a gesture of 
dutiful rejection that was directed by her waning conscience than 
through any real desire to have the pleasure cease. The liquor that she 
had drunk had more than weakened her frail defenses against this man 
she really felt attracted to, and the last few hours had brought her to 
the point where she was almost ready to abandon those defenses 
completely.

"Reach down and put it in your pussy," he panted, running his hand down 
from her lower belly to the moistly glistening cuntal sheath below.

"Don't you understand?" she whimpered softly.

"I don't understand nothin'," he retorted, and reached down himself and 
placed the blunt head against the tightly quivering lips, and she bit 
down hard on her lower lip to hold back the tears of fright brimming 
her eyes. She felt its warmly throbbing head begin a slow prodding and 
working against the moistly dilating lips, parting them and forcing its 
way inside the resisting ring of flesh that jealously guarded the 
entrance to her secret passage. There was a great stretching feeling in 
her loins as though the tender lips of her vagina were being puffed 
asunder--then suddenly she felt her thighs swept apart and Buck's long 
thick cock slithering into her hot throbbing passage like the angling 
trunk of a tree. The heavy weight of his loins crashed hard against her 
thighs, pressing her buttocks with brutal force down into the softly 
tickling grass.

"Don't. Oh, no please," she strangled through tightly clenched teeth. 
Her vaginal passage was on fire. The great cock penetrating it felt 
like a warm swirling drill tunneling deep into her belly, boring with 
steadily pulsing force toward the hotly cringing recesses of her womb. 
Jane struggled, pulling back her legs and twisting her obscenely 
grinding buttocks about wildly to escape the cruel punishment, but it 
was no use. Buck had skewered into her to the hilt, and she was stuck 
on his cock like a prisoner impaled on a thick, unyielding instrument 
of torture. Her lips opened and closed, sputtering out incoherent 
admonitions for him to stop, but he continued on in lustful defiance of 
her pleas, thrusting up farther and farther until it felt as though he 
had penetrated all the way to her breasts. Her arms flailed against the 
ground, small swirls of dust arising in the heat.

She lay there limply while Buck began to rock rhythmically and gently 
in and out of the softly clasping confines of her vagina. Once again 
she recalled last night and the image of Sammie's cock skewering into 
the other girl's hungrily devouring cunt, and she wondered if it had 
felt like this to the young prostitute. Then she thought back to her 
husband and the equally brutal ravishment he had subjected her to even 
earlier. It began to seem that everyone but she was succumbing to the 
pleasures of the flesh and venting their lust in any way they could. 
Peggy, her husband--all of them, were getting their "kicks", so to 
speak, and her only part in it was to be the victim.

Gradually, the pain eased and she began to feel an odd masochistic 
pleasure ripple through her lower torso and pulse through the lewdly 
stiffening nipples of her breasts. Only, this time she didn't fight it 
off. She began to move, tentatively at first, and then more forcefully 
as she discovered the unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure continued. 
She began to undulate her smoothly rounded buttocks lasciviously around 
in tiny accepting circles, rhythmically nibbling her cuntal opening 
like a small sucking mouth up the long thick shaft of his cock. Yes, 
she wanted to be fucked like this, she wanted to feel everything the 
others had done and more. It was no longer a matter of being 
manipulated for the sole enjoyment of another. Now she wanted to be 
fucked and she wanted to fuck back; words like screw and suck and cock 
drifted through her alcohol dazed mind, and she fluttered her hands 
back and locked them tightly behind his rapidly pumping buttocks.

"Oh God, Buck, fuck my cunt," she breathed suddenly back at him. "I 
like it, I like it, go on, go on and fuck it!"

Falling over her supine body, Buck gritted his teeth and fucked in and 
out with long hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from 
the very tips of his toes. His eyes flickered for a moment in surprise 
as Jane's eyes opened and closed in a lost gaze of hopeless lust. She 
spread her thighs wider and lifted her smoothly gyrating buttocks, 
hungrily following the movement of his grinding loins with every 
stroke. She moaned incoherently and wound her long shapely legs around 
his hips as he thrust his sperm-bloated cock deeper and deeper into 
her. The wetly glistening plane of her crotch was presented up to his 
hard driving pelvis as a bound maiden in sacrificial offering, and he 
plunged his burgeoning pole into it harder and harder, pushing the 
unresisting moist folds of flesh in ripples and waves before its 
cruelly searching head. The greedy moist walls of her inner cunt 
clasped around the huge throbbing instrument hungrily, churning and 
sucking in wetly to devour its length to the hilt.

"Oh God, screw me, fuck it harder. Give it to meee," she begged, 
gasping heavily for breath beneath him.

She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of his zipper 
pressed tight in the splayed out flesh of her thighs as he strove deep 
inside her, the rough material of his pants digging harshly into the 
tops of her knees. The bushy springy pubic hair around the base of his 
cock brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her legs and 
she groaned at the feeling of his balls smacking lushly into the wetly 
upraised crevice of her buttocks. She was approaching orgasm and her 
body had become something animal, no longer human as she twisted and 
contorted spasmodically around under him, spreading her tensed legs 
wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at 
the knees, spurring him on like a wild stallion with the heels of her 
feet digging spur-like into his plunging hard-muscled buttocks.

There was nothing else that mattered now, nothing else but the obscene 
pleasure coursing through her like a fire out of control.

"Goddamit, my pants, help me out of my pants," he gasped frantically in 
her hair.

How it exactly happened she wasn't able to recall later. There was just 
the hurried rustle of their two pairs of hands tearing the pants from 
his still half-dressed body, then the feeling of naked flesh against 
completely naked flesh. She groaned in relief as once again the thick 
expanding cock ground its way back up into her waiting vagina, slowly 
worming up inside her to the hilt until their bellies smacked against 
each other, crotch grinding against crotch. The cords in her neck 
suddenly tightened and her head rolled wildly from side to side, her 
mouth open in abandoned ecstasy.

"I'm cumming, Buck ... Oh God, I'm cumming!" she sobbed out in a voice 
helpless with passion. Her hands darted behind his violently driving 
buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into her 
widespread crotch. Her cum juice flowed down the crevice of his 
buttocks and flooded his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her 
tightly puckered anus.

Above her, Buck groaned and she could feel the hot waves of his sperm 
shooting deep up into her warmly dilating womb, mixing with the juices 
still flowing hotly in unrestricted spurts down the full quivering 
cheeks of her lewdly bouncing ass. Her head whirled in sensuality as 
the hot powerful squirts surged wildly into her, filling her to the 
bursting point with its surging whiteness. The hot fleshy walls of her 
vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ 
like a sucking starving mouth. Then Jane's firm young body was drained 
of everything, her limbs collapsed loosely around Buck's sweat-soaked 
asscheeks as he relaxed limply over her spread-eagled form.

He lay on top of her for a long time, heaving deeply, and throbbing out 
the last of his sperm up inside her and then rolled onto his back in 
the grass beside her.

"I never had such a good fuck from a woman," he said softly after a 
moment, lifting himself onto one elbow and grinning down at her.

"Neither did I," Jane smiled back, wishing she could explain to him how 
true that was and how much he had changed her. Instead, she sat up 
laughing and reached for his shirt, tenderly wiping the sweat from his 
forehead. For a moment, both of their eyes caught on the knife gleaming 
uselessly in the grass several feet away, and they laughed. At some 
point he must have thrown it aside, she smiled to herself, but she 
couldn't even remember when ...



Chapter 4


"I'll show ya how to make it back to Calder real quick," Buck said as 
they walked out of the clearing and stood on the dirt road that circled 
from the woods beyond the shack.

They walked up the road until they had gotten to an open rise that gave 
a good view of the complex of buildings and the small valley below. 
There was the shack, the stone house and the second growth timber like 
a hedge behind. She could see the road ribboning out into clumps of 
hills, and she breathed deep, knowing she needed all her strength to 
make the long trek to town.

"I appreciate what you're doing," she said, smoothing her long long 
golden-blonde hair back from her face.

"Yeah, well just so's ya don't mention this here corn-likker business 
to no-one," he said, his grin turning to a serious frown. "Ain't no 
reason to do it anyway."

She smiled nervously and turned from him, facing down the road. 
Suddenly the sound of a car engine broke the silence. It had come from 
the direction of town, and she turned terror stricken as Buck spun 
about. He gripped her hand and pulled her off the road, and at the same 
moment a truck wheeled around the bend sending up a spiraling cloak of 
dust as it squealed to a halt in front of them.

"Go!" Buck screamed, slapping the girl on the back, and Jane lunged 
into the thick scraggly brush for the second time that afternoon. But 
it was useless. Silas leapt out of the truck and with a few long easy 
strides was upon her. She pulled down from him and rolled struggling on 
the ground to escape the idiot's long grappling hands that toyed with 
her like a sadistic child molesting a small helpless animal. One 
clenching hand finally got a grip on her face and she sunk her teeth 
into its callused flesh, drawing blood. Enraged, he threw his rail-like 
body on top of her, spraying out her legs and fisting his hands over 
her breasts. She bit into Silas' neck and attempted to knee him in the 
groin, and he thrust more brutally on top of her, ignoring the wound 
she had opened up beneath his face.

God, where was Buck, why wasn't he helping her?

Silas had her pinned down firmly now and his breath deepened as he 
arched over her--that breath changing and his look of outrage 
transforming into a leer of obvious lust. She kicked and wiggled her 
feet, buffeting her torso against his chest. The lush fullness of her 
brassiere clad breasts popped out from her torn dress and Silas, still 
pinning her down with her arms to her sides, gazed with bulging eyes at 
her breasts' soft firmness, and began gyrating his buttocks over the 
squirming half-naked vee of her crotch. Her dress had hiked up over her 
loins, and she arched her pinned buttocks to pull it down, but this 
provocative movement only sent him into a more impassioned fury of 
lust. God! she could feel it!--the long rough pressage of his 
monumental cock beneath his trousers lunged against her softly clinging 
panties like an enormous buttress--and she shuddered outwardly, 
slinging her small fists into his face as he reached down and began 
undoing the zipper to his pants.

"Silas, you idiot bastard, get off her!" she heard from a short 
distance. Then she felt Silas' grip on her arm loosen and watched in 
lingering chills of horror as he lifted his body off her and faced 
Josh.

"Sh-she was trying to get away, Josh," Silas said, a sheepish grin on 
his face. "Gawd, I did good, didn't I?"

In a few moments she was seated in the truck next to Buck. The same man 
who had promised her freedom had done nothing to preserve it when the 
moment had come for him to stand up for her, but in some ways she 
understood it and did not hold it against him. She knew that he must 
protect himself against Josh if he wanted to keep his job--and if he 
wanted to preserve his own life.

"Get into that back room and start fixin' us up some grub," Josh 
commanded as they entered the shack again.

She looked up at the imposing man standing by the door, then clutched 
the torn material of the front of her dress and trailed obediently 
behind Silas to the rear of the cabin.

"And don't get no ideas about runnin' away again," she heard Josh roar 
out from the front room. "Next time ya try it ya'll end up with a load 
of buckshot in your snooty little ass."

Silas set a bag of groceries on the counter, shoving rows of dirty 
bottles awkwardly out of the way, and one of them tipped over and 
crashed on the floor. Jane jumped back, then looked up to find Silas 
gazing at her with a sly leering expression.

"Now look what you gone and done," he muttered with twinkling eyes.

"You dropped the bottle," Jane stepped back in confusion, wondering for 
a moment if he were more intelligent than she had estimated and what 
kind of game he was playing with her.

"Well ... that's right," he agreed slowly. Then the lewd look in his 
eyes reappeared and he gazed back at her with gloating assurance as 
though he had recalled his original idea. "But you still gotta pick it 
up. You's the woman."

"Oh, what a bother," Jane hissed to herself under her breath and, 
reaching irritably for two scraps of yellowed newspaper, bent down to 
shovel up the broken pieces, conscious of Silas' idiotic gaze following 
her every move. She bent forward and felt his eyes tracing a hot path 
of lust down through the creamily lush cleavage of her gently sloping 
breasts; then she shifted abruptly to the side and felt him slither 
down the counter, his eyes riveted like a dead man's on the delicately 
angling curves of her bent legs. Overwhelmed suddenly by righteous 
indignation, she stood with the half-covered paper and kicked the 
remaining slivers of golden glass across the floor. For a moment she 
felt almost justified. Even if she had succumbed to Buck's use of her 
body, at least, she hadn't sunk to the depths of putting on displays 
for the likes of Silas, who stepped back in confusion at her angry 
look.

"T-t-tonight is gonna be real good," he stammered as though in an 
attempt to compliment her. "I gots so I can't wait." Then he shuffled 
awkwardly out the back door.

Jane leaned against the counter and held on with trembling hands as his 
words sunk in. Now she was reminded of the night ahead and what 
certainly lay in store for her. She looked out the window and saw the 
tall gangly-armed man turn and bolt the door behind him. Then he 
crossed the back yard and entered the shack near the woods. She 
realized that the outbuilding must have been where they distilled the 
liquor before shipment to town, and the thought came to her that if she 
could reach that shack she would find a gun--there just had to be one 
somewhere about, and her certainty of the existence of a weapon in the 
stone shack was increased by the fact that there was no evidence of a 
gun in the cabin.

She opened the bag of groceries and set a large ham and some raw 
vegetables onto the counter. She could hear Buck and Josh arguing about 
something in the next room, but she couldn't quite follow what they 
were saying. She hoped Josh hadn't noticed that Buck was aiding her 
escape out on the road, knowing that as long as Buck wasn't suspect she 
still might have a chance to make her escape. But the possibility was 
growing dimmer and dimmer. The ominous fear that her husband might 
arrive unprotected crossed her mind, and she tried to force the thought 
away, occupying herself with cutting up the ham and placing it in a 
skillet on the stove. But there was no way she could push the dreadful 
idea from her head; she had been gone for three days, and by now a 
search party must be out in the mountains.

"Where the hell's the food," she heard Josh shout out from the front 
room. "Hurry up and get with it."

She turned toward the door and saw Buck standing on the threshold, a 
wan smile passing across his lips. She faced away from him, feeling a 
sense of humiliation at him seeing her now in this position and knowing 
that he still held the image of her warmly responding body in his mind. 
Yes, that was nothing she could take away from him and she couldn't 
deny that she had finally given herself willingly, but he had to 
understand why she had done it and that it was all over between them.

"Ya need any help," Buck said softly, moving a few steps into the room. 
"Josh's getting hungry. He ain't no man to reckon with when he's like 
that."

He stood slowly scratching the stubble on his face, then leaned back 
against the wall staring impassively at her. "I thought I'd tell ya 
that we's waiting on the man from Calder. He'll be coming out for 
another shipment sometime tomorrow."

Jane still didn't answer. She stared from the stove with a dazed 
uncomprehending look. The small amount of trust that she had built up 
for him earlier had been dashed by the arrival of Josh and Silas on the 
dirt road, and now she was unwilling to rekindle her hopes.

"What in the Lord's name is keepin' ya," Josh's hoarse voice roared out 
again.

Jane set the food on plates and brought the dinner into the front room, 
setting the plates onto the table. She was still terribly hungry but 
she hadn't dared ask for food for fear of calling attention to herself; 
and now she watched the three men dig into the meal, dispensing with 
the forks and knives she had placed on their plates and picking up the 
ham in their fingers.

"What'sa matter, girl," Josh said. "Ya don't like us countryfolks' 
table manners?"

"It ain't that, Josh," Buck answered for her. "Cain't ya see she's 
hungry too?"

Josh laughed and shoved another large slick of ham into his mouth. "Ya 
gave her some vittles this morning, didn't ya Buck? Now, don't go 
lookin' at me like ya didn't cause I know ya did. That should tide the 
little 'un over for awhiles, whaddya think, Silas?"

The thin slow-faced man looked up from his food for a moment, then 
gazed across at Jane who was standing in the doorway to the backroom. 
"I think--I wanna fuck'er Josh," he grinned, and then lowered his eyes 
pensively to his food again.

Josh slapped his thighs, and leaned down in a long obscene belly-burst 
of laughter. "Did ya hear that, Buck? Silas wants t'fuck this little 
city gal."

Buck set his plate down on the table and folded his hands imperviously 
in front of him.

"What ya lookin so shy about, Buck," Josh grimaced across the table. 
"What was ya doin' out behind the shack with 'er this afternoon, 
pickin' flowers?"

Jane moved to the table, gathering up the empty plates in an effort to 
appear occupied while Josh continued his accusations against Buck. She 
knew that this was only a prelude to what would happen after dinner 
when the men began drinking again, and she thought she might divert 
Josh, at least temporarily, by bringing them more food.

"Now ya see that," Josh said, and pointed to Jane as she moved into the 
back with the dishes. "I done showed her her place and she's actin' 
right proper."

She breathed a deep sigh as she entered the kitchen and set the dishes 
onto the counter, filling them with remaining ham and vegetables left 
on the stove. Then she sliced a piece of the ham for herself and 
devoured it ravenously. The small amount of food she was able to 
scavenge would at least keep her alert for the evening's ordeal, she 
thought, then she turned towards the front room.

"Buck's been telling us all about ya whilst ya was bringin' in more 
chow," Josh said as she entered the front of the shack again.

Jane lowered her eyes and set the plates in front of the four men, 
feeling a rush of shame and self-pity as the heavy set red-haired man 
ran his eyes salaciously across the ripped front of her dress that 
barely hid her large full rounded breasts. She couldn't stand the way 
the huge man was practically undressing her with his lewd stare, and 
she moved back and sat down on the bed, twisting her tanned legs away 
from the table as much as was possible. She knew that Buck hadn't said 
anything about what they had done that afternoon, and she wanted to 
assure him that she understood and knew what Josh was up to, but she 
couldn't. It was clear that Josh was using Buck and trying to humiliate 
him in order to break the young man down to the point where he had no 
choice but to support Josh in whatever he wanted to do to her naked 
body later; it was now a matter of time until Buck gave in, but she 
still held out an irrational flicker of hope that he wouldn't.

"Lord-a-mighty girl," Josh slammed down his fist on the table. "D'ya 
hear what I'm sayin? Buck says Y'all gave him a little of that pussy 
this afternoon"

"Goddamit Josh," Buck shouted, standing up from behind the table.

Josh slumped down in his chair and looked slyly across at Buck. "Now 
don't tell me ya got t'likin' her a little bit? That wouldn't be it, 
would it?"

Buck adjusted his weight. "It ain't that. I just don't like this kinda 
talk amongst women-folk."

Josh guffawed loudly and reached behind Silas sitting to the right of 
him toward the door and pulled down a full bottle of liquor from the 
ledge on the wall. "Yeah, you're right, my friend," he slurred in a 
sarcastic tone. "Let's keep the talk clean and drink some of this here 
corn-likker in appreciation of the fe-male company."

Jane shrank back on the bed as Josh turned and faced her again. Silas 
stretched out next to him tensely, and looked across the table past the 
bottle, running his eyes from her shapely curving legs to the full 
swell of her young thighs pressed against the light tightly covering 
sheerness of her summer dress. God, he was repulsive, Jane thought, 
feeling more afraid of Silas after his attempted rape this afternoon 
than she was of Josh, who was certainly more dangerous in his position 
of gang leader. She remembered the lewd press of the idiot's enormous 
hotly swelling cock against her barely clothed groin and a shiver of 
cold repugnance raced down the length of her spine. She could 
understand and despite herself even delight in the memory of Buck 
skewering with warm passionate strokes into her, but the thought of the 
animal-like Silas even touching her was almost too much to bear.

"Ya look like something bit ya," Josh snorted, raising the bottle from 
the table and sucking on it. "Don't get scared a' Silas here, he's just 
a backwoods kid and he don't know what he's doin'. Here, have a bit a' 
this likker. It'll loose ya up."

Janes's eyes shot over to the bottle of whisky wavering in Josh's hand. 
She was struck immediately by the amount he had already consumed, 
without her even noticing it, in the short space of about five minutes 
since he had lifted the first bottle from the shelf. A good third of 
the clear liquid had disappeared and she remembered Buck's earlier 
statement about Josh being a big drinker. That certainly was no 
exaggeration! Her stomach knotted uneasily as he tilted the bottle once 
again and leveled the liquid to the half-way mark. Yes, he was really 
putting it down, even for a man of his enormous size, and she recalled 
anxiously how Buck said it put Josh in a fighting mood. But he didn't 
look angry now; on the contrary, his usual gruff demeanor had given way 
to one of joviality.

"She don't want none a' that," Buck answered for her. "It'll tear up 
her insides."

Jane flicked her eyes from Buck, repressing an inward smile at his show 
of puritanical concern following the afternoon that he had spent plying 
her with liquor. God, one thing her empty stomach didn't need was more 
of that! She still felt lightheaded and flushed from the half-bottle 
she had already consumed. Yes, even though it was hours later, she 
recognized that she was still affected by the whisky and the mere 
thought of drinking one drop more made her stomach turn over in nausea.

"What ya worried about her for?" Josh responded good-naturedly, and, 
chuckling evilly, pulled himself up from the table with surprising 
grace for the amount he had drunk. "We's finally got some company! We's 
got a lady and I'm gonna get the little lady a glass."

Jane's eyes widened as he walked laughing to the shelf and reached for 
the second bottle. God! the man was a living sponge!

"You're gettin' boiled again," Buck's bitter comment interrupted her 
thoughts. "Else-whiles you'd knowed we ain't got no glass."

"I know's enuf to count bottles and I knows there's one missin'," Josh 
retorted angrily, but when he spun around with the bottle he seemed as 
good-natured as before. For the first time, he staggered as he walked 
across the room. "I know somebody drank my bottle this afternoon and it 
weren't Silas. I bet this young lady's already tipped a few."

"She ain't had nothing," Buck lied. "And she ain't gonna drink none of 
that white mule cause it's too strong for her."

Jane cringed when Josh dragged a straight-backed chair from the table 
and, carrying the bottle in his other hand, set it down directly across 
from her in front of the cot. Then he swung one leg over the seat and 
plopped down on the chair so that he sat less than two feet in front of 
her. At such close distance she could see the effect the moonshine had 
taken on him: the features on his face had swollen and his narrowing 
eyes had a bleary look. He looked coarse and gross and she shuddered in 
repugnance at the strong smell of his breath, then backed abruptly down 
the couch when one of his huge warm lumbering hands settled on her 
knee. The response had come instantly and instinctively and right away 
she wished she hadn't done it, but he grinned at her as though he 
hadn't noticed.

"Buck here's tryin' to ruin our little party. He don't want us to have 
no fun. You ask me, he's a little taken with ya, y'know?" he said and 
winked at her before raising the bottle to his lips again.

Buck snorted in indignation from the other side of the room and Jane's 
discomfort increased as she sensed herself becoming a source of 
conflict between the two men. She watched Buck get up and take down a 
bottle for himself, then sit back down at the table drawing heavily on 
it. "You're drunk and you're talking drunken nonsense," he muttered, "I 
ain't taken with no gal, but I don't enjoy seein' anyone drunk as an 
owl, and especially you."

Josh slid his buttocks against the chair, causing it to sway slightly, 
as though in pleased anticipation of a good fight. His eyes swept over 
to Silas who grinned back to him in dumb encouragement at him sitting 
in front of the girl. In an attempt to show off his powers in front of 
Silas, Josh spread his palm over Jane's knees and moved it slowly up 
her thighs until it rested just below the hem of her dress, his fingers 
hooked firmly in the tanned warm flesh as though he were testing a 
piece of meat. "One little swig ain't going to hurt her," he chuckled 
and looked brazenly in the direction of the covered vee between her 
long smoothly curving legs. "Less she's been swillin' it all 
afternoon."

"She ain't been drinkin' nothin'," Buck protested.

"I really can't drink it," Jane spoke for the first time, restraining 
the almost overwhelming repugnance that made her want to pull away from 
Josh's hand and at the same time looking at him with a pleading 
expression that wouldn't offend him. The upsetting scene was making her 
terribly nervous, and in a way, she was dying for another drink to take 
off that edge, but she sensed the wisdom inherent in Buck's protests. 
He wouldn't have put himself up against Josh like this if he wasn't 
sure that more of the strong moonshine would push her beyond her 
limits. "Alcohol has always made me sick," she begged softly.

"I think I'm getting a little fed up," Josh said suddenly, his former 
exuberance evaporating in a single instant and a horrible violent fury 
crossing his face. "I don't know what took ya this afternoon and I 
don't understand what's goin' on now. All I know is I wanta have some 
fun and I ain't lettin' no love-sick farm boy mess up my party. We's 
gonna drink now and I pose the first toast to Buck's bein' in love."

Jane swayed back and almost fell off the couch from the suddenness of 
Josh's huge roar of laughter at his own remark sweeping through the 
room. The whole shack seemed to reverberate with his scorn and Silas' 
delight in Buck's embarrassed look. Buck lifted his bottle and for a 
moment Jane thought he would hurl it across the room, but instead he 
slowly lifted it to his mouth, gulping frequently and deeply, and when 
he set the bottle back on the table his face was masked with stony 
indifference. "It don't make no difference to me what you do with the 
dumb little bitch. You want a slab of stinko female flesh beneath you, 
go ahead."

"Now that's more like it," Josh beamed as his good mood returned. 
"That's what I like to hear. That's my boy, Buck, actin' like a man. 
C'mon over here, Buck, and pull up a chair."

Jane watched like a doomed creature as her former ally grinned and 
stood up, dragging his seat across the chair to the couch. Then Silas 
hurried over to the edge of the couch and her stomach sank with dread 
as she found herself surrounded by the three men, cornered like a 
trapped animal. The men began passing the bottle between them and it 
moved through their hands for several rounds until she hoped that in 
their desire for the strong white moonshine they had forgotten about 
making her drunk. But still Josh's hands continued to fondle and pinch 
at her legs that she forced to lie limp at the edge of the bed. For a 
moment she thought he had almost lost interest in her, but the 
increasing pressure and more frequent touches of his hands on her 
defenseless flesh told her otherwise.

"Would ya care t'imbibe," asked Josh, and raised the bottle in his fist 
that went entirely around it up to her face. "Buck reminded me we ain't 
got no glasses. But a lady like you ain't above indulgin' like the rest 
of us."

She felt Josh's hand increasing its grip on her thigh and she tried 
edging her leg that was beginning to hurt away from him but he wouldn't 
let it budge. "l-I don't drink. I told you, I can't stand the taste of 
alcohol," she protested, looking toward Buck for some sign that he 
might protect her. But his hard-chiseled features gave no indication of 
his inner feelings, and she sensed that she could do nothing but 
attempt to ward off Josh herself.

"Look," he commanded, the red hairs of his heavy mustache bristling. 
"Ya take and ya drink it nice, or we get Silas here to do some 
persuading."

A long shrill whine erupted from Silas' throat, and the idiot leaned 
forward, running his hands rhythmically up and down his knees and 
staring at Jane with the same obscene slow-witted arrogance she had 
witnessed in him that afternoon. At the same time Josh's hand dug more 
insistently into her leg sending tiny pulses of pain down her softly 
trembling thigh. There was nothing she could do now--all her resources 
had been exhausted with Buck's surrender to Josh's vicious jibes and 
prodding--and she bowed her head in limp assent, suppressing the flow 
of tears brimming her eyes.

"I-I g-guess I have no choice," she murmured and held out her hands to 
receive the bottle.

Evening came with a slow kindling of sunset pastels and a burst of deep 
orange on the jagged horizon. Buck had made a fire in the fireplace, 
and the three men and the girl continued drinking. Each gulp Josh made 
Jane take pushed her farther and farther from her iron resolve to 
remain clear-headed and sober, and she found herself slipping into a 
dizzy glazed-eyed state that she tried to fight off by concentrating on 
her need to escape; but it was of no use. As time went on she almost 
forgot Josh's hands that roamed without her protest over the most 
intimate parts of her young body. Josh remained on a level plateau of 
intoxication. He drank and yet he seemed to get no drunker although the 
salacious glances that lit on her creamily tanned close-set breasts and 
her barely covered thighs became increasingly lewd as the evening 
progressed.

The second bottle of moonshine finished, Josh sent Silas outside to the 
stone building for another.

"You been keeping up with us men-folks real well," Josh said, and 
lumbered up from his chair, his full height astounding Jane as his head 
almost touched the ceiling. "Now you seen what ol' Peggy done last 
night. She's a good'n, but not half as pretty as you," he squeezed her 
thigh as though they were intimate lovers. "Well--I was wonderin' if 
ya'd go for puttin' on a similar performance?"

Buck hitched up his belt unconsciously in anger. Then he turned, his 
face flashing, and moved across the room and sat down at the table.

"I-I didn't see anything last night, I've told you," Jane whispered, 
looking desperately across the room at Buck, hoping that he might 
change his mind and come to her defense. "I came here because I was 
lost--I-I was hungry."

"Lord girl, I heard enough a' your fibs to last til hell freezes over," 
Josh reddened, releasing his grip from her aching thigh for a moment. 
"Ya been here for a day, and ya gotta earn your keep. First I wants ya 
to unbutton that dress, slow-like so's me n' Buck can enjoy them big 
titties of yours poppin' out."

"No!" she screamed, a sudden willfulness returning to her consciousness 
through the haze of whisky. "I've had enough. Just let me out of here!"

Josh leered down at her with a cruel hardened expression that exuded a 
fierce criminality and a perversity she had seen in newspaper 
photographs of rapists and desperate killers. "If ya want it that way," 
he said and pulled down hard on the flanges of his mustache. "I'll have 
t'oblige Silas to do the job for ya."

The image of the obscene drooling idiot running his hands across her 
body once again was too much to bear, but Jane fought within herself 
for an interminable moment against giving in to the brutally licentious 
blackmail. Then, slowly, as though she were being directed through an 
unconscious impulse not of her own choosing, she stood up, weaving 
slightly from the alcohol, in front of Josh and Buck and ran her hands 
across the smooth flatness of her fearfully quivering belly. Her long 
blonde hair spilled over the tips of her upturned breasts and she 
brushed it aside carelessly and began unbuttoning the torn front of her 
dress.



Chapter 5


"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.



Chapter 6


Autumn came to New York State a little early that year. By mid-October 
the leaves on the tall maples in front of the spacious suburban home 
had already turned crimson and were beginning to fall on the well-
trimmed lawn. Jane Brighton noticed this as she paused from the light 
housework she had been doing and lit a cigarette by the living room 
window. Bob had gone out to the liquor store to pick up provisions for 
the party they had planned for that evening, and she looked anxiously 
up the block for a sign of the station wagon returning to the house.

Weekends had been a joy to both of them since they had returned from 
North Carolina at the end of July, and the reasons for this were still 
somewhat perplexing to her. By all rights, she thought as she resumed 
her dusting, what had transpired in that sordid little country shack 
should have given both of them nervous breakdowns. But it hadn't. After 
a few weeks of recovery from the violent shock of her abduction, she 
had found herself opening to her husband in ways she had never before 
considered possible. He too had changed considerably; he had forgiven 
her for responding so lustfully to those mountain men--had shown that 
he really understood why she had done it--and there was a tenderness in 
his voice and a gentleness to his touch during lovemaking that hadn't 
been present before their misadventure. Divine providence? she didn't 
know and cared less, she giggled to herself as she pranced through the 
back door and shook out a living room rug in the brisk autumn wind. 
What counted was that they had changed for the better; they had 
suffered through a moment of crisis and had drawn on untapped resources 
of strength and understanding that had brought them closer together.

Jane shivered as she flung the rug over the back clothesline and 
returned to the house. The summer shorts she had been wearing for 
housecleaning were quite out-of-season and much too skimpy for someone 
of her modesty, she smiled, but she knew she looked good, deliciously 
good Bob had said, when she wore them, and she would be the last one to 
give up a good thing when she knew she had one.

She moved into the living room and double checked to see if everything 
was ready and in order for that evening. Some of Bob's business 
associates and the new neighbors down the block had been invited, and 
she looked forward to showing off the new fondue set and the china she 
had purchased for the occasion.

"Hey, there, hotpants," she heard from the driveway, and she turned to 
see Bob struggling in the front door, his arms filled with packages.

"Oh, darling, let me help you," she exclaimed, rushing toward him and 
lifting one large sack piled against his chest. "Such a strong, virile 
young husband," she whispered into his flushed cheek warmly, and 
assisted him with the liquor and groceries into the kitchen.

A few minutes later the young couple were seated on the back porch, 
drinks in hand. "Lovely Saturday afternoon, and we sure are looking 
good," Bob winked, resting a hand on her thigh and moving his fingers 
up her warmly responding softness until her smoothly tapering leg 
pressed firmly against his thigh.

"I don't know whether I've told you this or not," he said, moving his 
hand to the sloping area just below her groin. "But you've changed a 
lot. For example, three months ago you'd never think of letting me 
touch you out in the open like this."

Jane's smile brightened and she gripped her hand and moved it gradually 
across the plane of his knee, then slid her fingers boldly toward his 
loins. She looked down to see the cotton material of his slacks rise 
between his groin, feeling his leg press more insistently against her 
own. "Y-you don't say," Jane replied, not suppressing her smile of 
elation, even as the softly rippling sensations of anticipated pleasure 
tingled through her tightly. "I might add that Mr. Bob Brighton is 
still his old lecherous self, with a little more smoothness perhaps," 
she giggled in a faintly lewd teasing voice.

"Underneath this faade of sophistication," Bob joked lightly. "There 
lies a wild beast that if provoked leaps out."

Jane laughed and looked down again to their joined hips and her hand 
moving toward the large protuberance bulging from his pants. With a 
light tentative flick of her fingers she lighted her hand over it, and 
then pinched softly, feeling the head of his penis thrust up against 
his slacks into the cup of her hand.

For a moment, as her hand began to wander in teasing little circles 
down the length of his hardness, her mind drifted back to the mountains 
of North Carolina and the sound of the boy named Buck's harsh breathing 
over her and the southerner's rough callused hands running wildly over 
the tingling flesh of her naked body. She had willingly given herself 
to him and at the same time had taken so much pleasure back from him, 
and it had done her worlds of good.

"And do you love me?" Bob asked hesitantly, pressing a finger against 
her flushed cheek.

"Do I?" She responded, astounded for a moment that this might not be 
the case. And then she pressed herself close to him and her eyes began 
to mist softly. "More than anything else in the whole world, darling!"


The End
