Jon Reskind

The abducted wife

CHAPTER ONE

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 amp; 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 naive 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 TWO

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' 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 THREE

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 FOUR

"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."

Jane'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. "I-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 FIVE

"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 SIX

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 facade 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!"

Content

Jon Reskind
The abducted wife

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX