Chapter 5

"Now that's more like it," Josh leered and stood back watching as the curvaceous young girl's fingers moved reluctantly from button to button down the front of her dress, a stoic expression on her face. The soiled cotton that molded itself tightly around her full curving figure eased slowly open, revealing a tanned and creamy line of flesh. Josh grunted to himself as the skimpy bra of her bikini swim suit appeared. The cups seemed to barely cover her ripe swelling breasts and squashed them together in a lush line of deep cleavage.

"That's real nice. Just as much as Peggy but a little firmer," Josh chortled lewdly and rubbed his hands together, then winked at the other men. Suddenly his hands reached out to the front of her bra and ripped it off in an impatient gesture.

Jane shuddered with embarrassment and humiliation as her slightly swaying breasts popped out through the opened front of her dress. A sidelong glance toward Buck told her that even he, under the influence of whisky, was enjoying her disrobing in front of the obscenely panting Josh who stood only a few feet away from her. Buck's eyes had filmed over and one hand slid unconsciously deeper in his pocket toward his bulging groin while Jane inched the top of her opened dress off her shoulders. Josh made another of his obscenely unintelligible whimpers when the falling dress caught at her hips and swathed itself deep below her firmly curving abdomen like the draping on a statue of a Greek goddess.

Suddenly a sharp rifle crack from outside the shack broke the stillness. Another loud report echoed in the yard and Josh and Buck leapt to the door, hurling it open and lunging outside. It was all unclear when Jane tried to remember it later, but she recalled Silas backing through the door carrying an aimed rifle. He was followed by Josh and Buck dragging in her husband who writhed and twisted angrily between them.

Buck kicked the gun into the corner and Jane fell back onto the bed as the group of men, with her wildly resisting husband in the center, moved from the door to the center of the room. She cringed against the mattress in utter terror and shame, realizing that her worst fears had come true: Oh god, poor Bob had discovered her in this degrading predicament and now he was trapped in the surrounding huddle of mountain men like a wild bull in the center of a bee hive. She cringed as far back into the corner as she could while the group bucked and churned from one end of the room to the other, trying to escape the flurry of unrecognizable arms and fists that flailed through the air like spokes on an insane windmill. A glimpse of Bob's tortured young face flashed by for an instant: his features were contorted with murderous rage and he looked like a man gone mad; then, he brought himself to his feet and broke through the ring of men with a flash of energy that only extreme emotion can bring. He focussed his insane fury on Josh, coiling himself up and throwing himself at the enormous man who fell spread-eagled on the floor beneath him.

"Silas! Git him, Silas!" Buck jumped back, his voice quivering in sudden fear as the husband fell over Josh.

Silas leapt across the floor and jumped insect-like onto Bob's back, his long wiry fingers wrapped around Bob's throat like a child working putty. But Bob's fists continued to thrash at the hated figure still pinned helplessly beneath him as though destroying this red-haired stranger meant more to him then life itself. His fists thrashed against the soft flabby flesh of the man's face until Josh's head reverberated in loud thuds against the floorboards. He continued to swing wildly but with ever increasing slowness as the pressure of Silas' fingers on his neck began to take effect, and with one final thrust that connected with the floor, he slumped to the side. Silas beamed with evil sadistic pleasure at what he had done until Josh's voice from the bottom of the heap broke the long silence.

"Git off a me, you idiot! Stand up, you fool!" he sputtered until Silas drew himself up.

Josh was obviously shaken; he pulled himself upright and wobbled across the room to the table on shaking legs. He leaned against the table and breathed heavily, then reached for the bottle, tilting it for a moment that seemed to last forever. Silas cringed in fear back to a corner. It seemed to be not without good reason when Josh drained the last drops and suddenly hurled the empty bottle across the room at him, where it struck between his legs against the wall, shattering instantaneously into a thousand pieces. But Jane hardly noticed in her anxiety over the slumped form of her husband on the floor. She ceased to think at all while she studied his corpse-like form, then tears began to spill down her cheeks as she caught the movement of his back and the assurance that he was still breathing.

"You goddam city bitch," Josh's voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts and she turned to see Josh heading toward her figure twisted on the bed into the corner, his face contorted wildly as he found a new target for his anger.

"I don't want to cause you no trouble," he mimicked her high- pitched voice. "Can you give me something to eat?" "Well, you'll get something real good to eat now."

And with one long fell swoop he tore off the entire front of her dress.

"Please no," Jane pleaded, her hands reaching for shreds of cloth and trying to cover her large breasts. "Not in front of my husband."

"Your husband ain't got nothin' to do with it," Josh hurled, his knees shoving painfully against her calves as he stood over her. She tried pulling her legs up but he thrust harder against their softly trembling fullness.

"We gonna teach you and our hero here a little lesson you'll never forget."

Jane looked across the room at her husband lying sprawled out on the floor. Buck stood over him, his legs widespread and his thumbs hooked in his denim pockets, while Silas hung tensely behind, a crazed animal anticipating its kill. A strained silence reigned in the room. Unearthly shadows from the fireplace flickered up the rough-hewn walls giving the cabin an infernal look, and the thick blanket of darkness outside seemed to weigh down on the shack, pressing its inhabitants into a fateful knot.

"Wake up Buster down there," Josh directed Buck. "He gotta have a birdeye's view of the proceedin's."

Before Buck had a chance to reach over and seize Bob, Jane's husband was up on his feet, arms flailing and legs kicking furiously against the man. The two men spun around thrashing into one another for an instant, but in a moment Bob was subdued by the superior force of Buck and Silas, and Josh ordered him tied to a chair and dragged into the center of the room.

"Now ya go pullin' any more games like that'n on us and we's gonna lose our sweet patience," Josh said sternly, wiping the perspiration from his brow. "I got some questions t'ask ya before we begin. Like, did'ja call the law, and how long ya been runnin' around out here?"

Bob turned his head away from the looming form of Josh. His face registered no emotion and his bound hands clenched into tight fists that pressed tensely against the chair. "I-I don't have anything to say," he spat out.

"Ya here that, Buck," Josh howled to the smaller man standing behind Jane's husband. "Wonderboy ain't talking."

Josh crossed the floor and looked down at Jane. "Now them's some of the nicest pair a' dove-white titties a body's ever laid eyes on."

The burly man reached down and thrust one hairy hand over the ripe quivering fullness of one of Jane's firmly uplifting breasts. She wrenched back only to be caught by his other hand that shot out and caught her around the neck.

"Ya know, it appears she ain't entirely warmed up yet," Josh said, ignoring Bob's renewed shouts. Then he raised another half- full bottle of whisky that was miraculously unspilled from the scuffle and pressed it brutally against Jane's lips. "Drink!" he commanded.

Feebly, without a flicker of protest remaining, Jane drank, warming as the will-destroying moonshine shot into her stomach and coursed into her veins. Yes, she would do anything now to erase the picture of her struggling husband bound like a condemned galley slave before her. So much had happened in the past several days that her tortured mind was incapable of facing Bob at this moment. She knew what the men had planned to do to her even before Bob had arrived, and with her husband here his presence would only add a new lewd element to their brutal and obscene humiliation of her body. So she drank again, feeling weaker yet less pained with every sip.

"Just like a baby at a mother's tit," Josh smirked coarsely as he withdrew the bottle from Jane's hands and faced Bob again. "Now are ya gonna tell us how ya got here and how many state police is out in these hills?"

Jane frowned across at Bob, and made a gesture for him not to speak. Seeing her attempt, Josh spun around and struck her across the face with the flat of his hand.

"Don't pay no attention to her," he growled from the bed. "She don't know what's good for her like you do."

The mustached man turned and rested his weight on the cot next to Jane. His long thick fingers splayed out across the soiled bedspread then began slowly inching over the cloth towards Jane's naked and defenseless torso. She thrust back against the wall, her eyes terror-stricken and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She moved her barely covered legs closer to the wall, and his other hand followed, resting with a disarming gentleness on her knee, then traced a slow path up the tanned softly downed fullness of her parted thighs.

"Ya see, I ain't gonna hurt ya," Josh said salaciously and turned his head toward the husband. "Sooner or later ya know it's gonna feel real good."

A low uncontrolled whimper was born in her throat and emitted from her softly moistening lips. "P-p-please," she managed, and leaned her head back until her long silkily blonde hair spilled down the sides of the bed. "D-don't touch me, please..." and then her voice trailed off into soft incoherent mutterings as Josh's other hand lighted on the underside of her smoothly tilting breast.

"Get your hands off, off her!" Bob gritted, and whirled the chair around, hurling himself finally to the floor.

Buck stepped up from behind and lifted the chair upright, refastening the ropes around his arms and chest. Bob pulled again, but found the ropes more restricting than before, and he slumped back, a look of complete powerlessness paling his face.

Josh's hand had reached the hem of Jane's pulled up dress, and with a hard tug he ripped the tattered covering from her hips and threw it savagely to the floor. "I wantcha t'look at that," he hissed, and stared down at her white curving body catching the flickering orange and grey shadows from the fireplace.

A low gasp drifted through the room as the four men gazed down at the lush supine beauty of Jane who wore nothing but a pair of white bikini panties tightly clothing the smooth vee of her groin. Jane struggled to cover herself with the bedspread, but was met with another harsh slap from Josh as he yanked the soiled cloth from her hands.

"Don't think you're going to get by with this," her husband hissed out angrily through clenched teeth. "Don't think I'm not going to charge you and see that you're prosecuted to the full extent of the law."

Josh chuckled evilly, once again placing his hand on Jane's thigh. He pulled the smoothly firm flesh between his thumb and forefingers, pulling and pinching at her leisurely. "Boy, who do you think you're talking to now?"

"An ignorant drunken hillbilly," Bob snorted, rearing back his head.

"It's you that's ignorant, boy," Josh said, suddenly furious, and stood up. He reached for his wallet and flashed it open in front of Bob's face. "I'm deputy sheriff."

A look of agonized disbelief swept across Bob's face as he watched the mountain man step back and sit down confidently next to Jane. "Maybe... ," he began, his eyes twitching painfully at the sight of the huge red hands pawing at his wife's softly trembling thighs. "Maybe you got some friends in this backwoods hole, but I'm going to the state level. The federal level. I wouldn't be surprised what else might be going on out here."

A look of tension flicked through Josh's eyes but was swept away in a moment. "No, boy, I done thought it all out. There ain't nothin' you can do that'll ever make you more than a goddam nuisance and inconvenience. And if you get to be too much of a bother... Well, lots of people get lost in these hills..." his voice drifted off on a threatening tone.

"You ought to be quiet," Buck cut in suddenly and looked at Bob. "You got to think of your wife."

Bob's eyes flashed to the younger man standing by his chair. There had been a pleading note of genuine concern in his voice that had caught Bob by surprise and for the first time he was truly frightened as he caught a dread of serious violence in the man's voice. His whole being reeled with the humiliation of watching helplessly while his wife's nakedly lovely body was gaped at and fondled obscenely by strange men. It was almost too much for a man to bear. Had he ever been such a stupid, thoughtless husband that he deserved this? The young man was handsome, he noted, and his mind burned with new suspicions. Why should the young man care? What had already been forced on his wife?

He knew that his brutality in taking her by the lake had driven her off into the woods, and he suspected the emotional turmoil his actions had thrown her into had caused her to lose her path back to their resort lodge. And so, after alerting the police to send out a search party, he had hired a car and struck out by himself, too full of guilt to simply sit in the hotel room and worry. But now he wondered whether his presence at the shack would have any positive effect on the situation. With him barging in on them in the middle of the night, the lot of country-bumpkins might just be pushed to do things they hadn't considered earlier. His mind wandered over this thought for a moment, but suddenly his attention riveted back to the bed as Josh's hand inched slowly up the creamy whiteness of Jane's thigh.

Suddenly Josh hefted his full weight onto the head of the bed to the side of Jane's face. He looked back toward Bob for a moment, assuring himself that the husband was paying full attention, then he grasped the top of Jane's head and began massaging his fingers through her long cascading blonde hair. She gave a jolt, smacking her arm back against his face, and Josh warded off the blow as though flecking away a fly. He beckoned to Silas who had been sitting silently in a corner since Jane's husband's appearance, and the tall lanky man strode to the base of the bed and thrust his arms around her feet. She struggled for a moment, the sight of Silas' long idiot-like face drooling upward at her warmly trembling thighs sending her into raw spasms of repulsion, but his hands held vice-like around her delicately curving ankles.

"Ya was talkin' about bein' hungry," Josh breathed heavily and slid his fingers down to the front of his pants. "Well, I got some good country cock that's right tastey 'n I think ya might like suckin' the milk out of it. That'll make ya snooty little belly nice and full!"

Jane turned her head, pressing her face into the filthy bedspread, and at the same time Silas dug his cat-like fingernails into her leg, sending a groaning protest up through her lungs. She turned her face back to Josh's crotch and closed her eyes.

"That's a good girl," Josh soothed, running one long fat finger against the red fringes of his mustache. "Ol' Josh here, he ain't gonna hurt ya none."

Bob thrashed in his chair, attempting without success to reach out toward Josh and smash his head into a thousand bloody pieces. What he watched now was almost beyond human comprehension. The tall thin man bent below Jane's struggling thighs, clenching her buffeting legs in his hands, while Josh rubbed the hardness of his long thick member through the rough material of his pants against Jane's head. Her face was expressionless, muted and numb with fear and guarded anticipation of what the fierce-looking creature would obviously do next.

Then Josh gripped the zipper to his trousers and a harsh metallic sound reverberated sinisterly through the room as he opened his pants and his long inflated blue-veined cock popped out.

"Now, that ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, is it darlin'?" Josh whispered low, his large hands grasping his thick fleshy instrument and jerking it into further hardness. "A think like that been waiting years for a mouth like yours to suck it."

Jane pulled her head away, but tensed and looked back when Silas dug his fingers with painful pressure into the smoothly arching calves of her legs.

"I said suck this nice big country-prick, d'ja hear?" Josh sputtered, and grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick cudgel skinning it back so that the giant, red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a few inches from her bulging eyes. A look in her eyes registered total fright, and she released her hand, letting the huge fleshy instrument spring against the creamy flesh above her breast untouched. Then Josh's hands were at her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of the rigid member. It must have been as large as Buck's full eight inches and was half again as thick! She hesitated for a moment, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as a receptacle of lust by a total stranger and stunned by the fact that her own husband would be watching as she swallowed the lewd sperm he was going to pump deep into her unwilling throat, but again Silas pressured his long nails into her futilely writhing legs, causing her to gasp for breath in pain. Her lips parted to suck in the cool air and the thick bobbing pole rammed suddenly forward into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the giant head slide wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.

"Nooooooooo," she sputtered in protest around the huge invading rod and thrust her hands against the man's sagging hair- covered belly trying desperately to push away, but it was no use.

Every inch of Bob Brighton's youthful frame quivered with revulsion and shame as the bestial mountain man jerked and plunged his cock ever deeper into his wife's mouth. Buck and Silas had positioned his chair less than three feet away from the bed and he could see the white blood-engorged flesh disappear between her lips inch by inch. He reminded Bob of an enormous bear: he stood in a lumbering pose over his wife's stretched out form and his thick hairy hands clenched painfully into the smoothly creamy flesh of her desperately wrenching shoulders. The weight of his hairy spreading belly brushed against Jane's nose. He struggled with his own helplessness as Jane's hands again tried to push the man's repulsive belly away from her. Josh's fingers jerked out in anger and he wrapped them around her moistened lips, puckering them tightly over the huge blunt head of his jerking cock and then steadily slithering the rapidly hardening shaft back through the desperately convulsing inner walls of her mouth as she sucked frantically for air.

"All right, city gal, get lickin' and suckin' fast, if ya 'spect you and your hubby to get back where you fools came from."

"Aaaagh," Jane coughed as the thickly bulging head slipped down to her throat, prodding cruelly at the moistly rubbery opening as though he meant to thrust himself down to her stomach. Hesitantly she began nibbling, then sucking to appease the man who was enjoying the spectacle of his degrading penetration; she began drawing inward and convulsing the tightly clasping walls of her mouth around the warmly quivering shaft, and she felt the hot moist tip flex and press against the wet inner walls of her dutifully sucking cheeks.

Bob flinched but could not turn his eyes away from the incredibly obscene coupling taking place before him. This could not be real. It was impossible, yet it was a nightmare come true! The grin on Josh's face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. Bob flinched and groaned out his anguish again as Josh clamped his open palms over his young wife's lewdly hollowing cheeks that tightened assertively around his rapidly throbbing cock. He could see the softly enclosing lips stretching slightly wider with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him. The thickness of his rod buried itself to its base between her wetly ovalling lips until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening protruding from between her lips. Then he watched, hypnotized, as the flesh of her lips puffed out grotesquely, clinging to the inflated male member on the outstroke.

Bob closed his eyes, but they shot open at the first wetly sluicing sound of his wife's tongue flicking over the stiffening rigidity of the man's cock. His eyes bulged from their sockets and his body stiffened as her tongue licked slowly up the hardening shaft. The blunt bulbous head throbbed and jerked and then, she began running her tongue moistly around and around the shiny lubricated head. Josh sunk his passionately stiffening fingers deep in her silky blonde hair and spread his heavy quivering thighs further apart. The tip of her tongue flicked teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until it throbbed and the man moaned at each nerve-tingling lick.

"Now let's see ya lick and smack that pretty little tongue of yours right around to the end, so's your husband can see it good," he hissed giving Bob another amused glance.

Bob watched as Jane drew back from the stiff throbbing rod, a look of confusion sweeping over her face. But once again she bent her head and her tongue curled out obediently from her mouth. It settled just below the red bulbous head on the underside of the shaft; when her tongue flicked involuntarily over it, Josh emitted a sudden gasp. Surprise registered on her face at his reaction and she did it again more rapidly, stroking her tongue lightly over the membrane, and avoiding any movement down the throbbing shaft toward the huge sperm-bloated sac between his legs. On and on her softly flicking tongue strummed just beneath the blunt lubricating head while Josh's thighs spread further apart over her face and the flesh of his legs began quivering excitedly.

"Down... lick it down to the end," he repeated with a groan.

Fear showed on her face. She closed her eyes to shut off the impending image of his large inflated testicles that would cum like a wild, rain-swollen river when she had moved her mouth to the base of the rapidly jerking shaft. Her eyelids slanted and closed in helpless acceptance of what she had to do, and she paused for a moment, then let the moistly warming flatness of her tongue flick wetly all the way down the underside of the huge throbbing cock until she had reached its juncture with his balls.

"My balls, lick the balls," he suddenly grunted.

"I can't. I just can't," she recoiled.

"Lick 'em, goddamit," the enormous man gritted, thrusting his groin so that it pressed hard against her lips.

Instead, Jane reached out tentatively with a trembling hand until her fingers settled in the thick curly red pubic hair covering the soft flabbiness of his spreading belly. Her eyes seemed to slip into a daze as she trailed her fingers reluctantly through the bushy growth, watching his skin break out in goose- bumps beneath them. She gulped for air and slipped her hand around their sperm-filled fullness, the tips of her fingers resting behind them at the base between his legs. Still stalling for time, she drew her hand forward, massaging the outer fleshy skin between her thumb and forefinger until Josh groaned and whimpered at her gentle ministrations of his testicles.

"Lick 'em, suck 'em in your mouth," he commanded, and grabbed her head tightly by the roots of her tangled hair, unable to withstand the delay any longer.

"Oh, please no, pleeeease," she began to sob, looking up at him with one last plea for mercy.

"I said lick 'em, you no-good bitch," he yanked her head by the hair back down between his legs.

Bob's stomach turned and wrenched in fury. There was no describing it, there was no way to comprehend his shock as Jane's soft wet mouth was pressed against the man's huge, cum-swollen testicle sac, his heavily throbbing cock grazing the softness of her cheek like a great tree trunk. Her tongue flicked out, lightly licking the velvety sac all over, her eyes closed tightly and streams of tears dampened her face. Josh reached between her legs and pressed a testicle into the warm softness of her mouth, seizing Jane's trembling hands and stroking them up and down the full length of his outstretched inner thighs.

Bob watched in astonishment as he again dropped his hands down his throbbing cock and then pulling his ball out, slowly pushed it back into Jane's mouth, his palms pressed tightly against her cheeks, until her torso picked up the movement and began rapidly pumping her widely ovaled lips up and down around his harshly thrusting instrument. He dropped his hands to her heaving shoulders and ran his huge rough fingers over the smooth ivory flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to the full round breasts that bobbed and danced against his thighs, twisting and tweaking the small buds of her nipples into diamond chips of hardness.

God! his own wife was really sucking another guy, the horrible realization shot through Bob's mind. Such things took time to sink in, and up to this point he had almost rejected the fact entirely, but there was no doubt that she was sucking on the bastard's lust-swollen prick as though to please him and to make him empty his cum into her mouth! Anger at his wife now mixed irrationally with his rage at the hillbilly who bent passion- stricken as the obscene slap of tongue and lips that sucked and mewled over the hugely throbbing hardness brought the man named Josh almost to the bursting point.

Oh God! Bob thought helplessly, what had he done to deserve this? What sin of his own was worthy of this kind of punishment?

Meanwhile, beneath the wetly driving loins of the man fucking into her lips from above, Jane could feel the saliva in her mouth grow and grow. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of Josh's cock into its warm depths. She could feel his hips writhing and straining above her upwardly bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His long sensuous fingers were curled tightly in her hair slipping her mouth up and down over the end of his thrusting fleshy instrument as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-like lust. She could feel it stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left, and moaned piteously around it as it thrust forward hard down to her tonsils.

Stripped naked right before her own husband's eyes and being forced to suck another man to orgasm, she had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, and sucked with her mouth to end it as quickly as she could. There was nothing else but that now, nothing but to please him as best her innocent young body could, and pray it would be all they would demand.

Josh in front of her jerked suddenly as though stuck by a pin, and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, but it was hopeless as suddenly his cock erupted in the warm wet interior of her sucking mouth, unintelligible sounds of profanity rolling from his lips. His hot thick liquid squirted into her mouth like the rush of raging water through a too-small garden hose, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time from the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm. It lasted for a seeming eternity, her mouth filled with the pungent taste of his cum and passion, and then it jerked a long last jerk, and softened beneath her swirling tongue. Her senses were gone and she was hardly aware of it when a moment later his cock oozed in a soft slippery mass of flesh from between her lips. His hands pulled her head limply forward to lay trapped against the whole of his trembling loins.

She could still feel its rubbery soft length pressed tight against the cheek of her face, when she heard a grunt from below her nakedly spread loins.

"I-I get to fuck her now. Don't I Josh? D-don't I?" the idiot's voice pleaded.

Bob looked from Silas to Jane to see her response. His face registered disbelief at her flushing body spread nakedly on the bed, her silvery blonde hair strewn wantonly in all directions and her mouth glistening and wet from the man named Josh's cum. Before he had been fighting with all his strength but now his resistance was totally crushed. His glazed eyes stared unseeingly around the room, and then he sank numbly back in his chair as though someone had struck him with a jackhammer.