Chapter 1: The trip

It was supposed to have been a vacation. It wasn't supposed to have been a journey into hell. Of course it hadn't started at the cabin, but when she came out of the shower, and put on her robe, the first thing she noticed was that her slippers were gone and her high heels were there instead. The same three inch strapped pumps she had on when she had been with her husband in the tourist store in town just four miles south. She shrugged and put on the heels. She dried her hair, and put on make up. She was going back into the shabby little town to the south by about four miles. This place was remote. Fifteen hundred miles from home. At the edge of civilization is what it felt like. As she put on her lip stick she couldn't help but remember the crude face of the short man who was hardly more than a teenager but who had felt her up in the craft store. Her husband had taken a back hand to the younger man of course, and he deserved it. It appeared that no matter where you went in the great country of the United States crime was right around the corner. Crime, and punks. Hoodlums really, not just punks. What was surprising was that the 'leader' of this band of punks was so much older than the three hoodlums he was associating himself with. The two others had shouted taunts at her husband and herself, as well as their little eleven year old daughter. He ignored them and headed for this cabin out near the edge of the lake. They had been here once before just after they had been married almost twenty years before. After making sure she was presentable to her husband she opened the door and stepped out into hell.

Her daughter was gone. Her husband was tied to a chair, unconscious and bloody. The four hoodlums were in the front room of the cabin. Her clothes were piled high in front of them. The older punk that had been backhanded by her husband approached her, as she shrank back suddenly aware of the thin material of the robe, and the sizeable cleavage she was displaying.

"Well, well, if it ain't the big titted honey herself, step on out here now, no need to be bashful" he said as he grabbed her with a powerful arm and propelled her into the midst of the front room.

"Where's my daughter!" she demanded.

"She's fine, for now. You stay right friendly and nothin' bad is gonnah happen to her. 'Course it's all up to you." "Where's she at!"

"She's being ... taken care of. Friends you might say. You'll find out later. Right now though we got some catchin' up to do."

"If you harm her... ! Ouch!" she cried as she got slapped by the young man and punk.

"Listen, bitch, you don't tell anybody anything anymore. You just do as your told, now" he said as he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled, and the woman leaned towards him tears coming to her eyes, "Here's what happens to hubby when you're not nice," he waved his other hand.

A punk hit her husband repeatedly for five sickening thuds. "An that cute little daughter o' yours could, could mind you, get educated real quick. But that all depends on you Mrs. Big Tits, see?" he said shaking the woman like she was some kind of rag doll. Her big breasts bounced beneath the thin material obviously not supported. Fear came into her face, and eyes, and she saw she had betrayed that emotion to the other punks in the room because they were grinning now.

"Sto-stop, all right, I-I see!"

The woman began to cry. It was both from humiliation and fear. She was standing in heels, and a middle thigh length thin material robe and was completely nude beneath. In front of her were two punks. One was close to her husband, and the other was sitting on the kitchen table, his foot up on a chair, as he leered at her. The third, the one that had felt her breast in the tourist store, was still holding her hair, but was not pulling her head to one side. The cabins front room, and kitchen were combined. Off to the left of the kitchen front room were two bedrooms. One faced the lake, the other faced the forest. But all of that was forgotten now, as the older woman stood there shivering in a combination of fear and loathing as she realized just how vulnerable she had become.

"Let her go Deke," said the kid who appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties. He was the one sitting on the table and surveying her exposure.

The woman swallowed nervously, and reached up to fold the lapels of her thin robe over her exposed cleavage. The young man grinned, as 'Deke' the older one laid a hand on her naked ass cheeks making her jump.

"She's got a real nice ass, Sid, feels firm and ready."

So the young man was named 'Sid' in front of her! She had seen him before. He was the one who had watched her in the leather goods store when they first got to the small town of five hundred called White Creek. She remembered the look he had given her because she had shuddered at the time wondering what kind of thoughts were going through the mind of the young man as she walked past him. He had dark skin, brown eyes, and wavy brown hair. He looked as if he needed a shave, and he obviously hadn't shaved in some time. He looked no different now as she looked at him less than five feet where she stood but now she was considerably less dressed.

"I know I was watching her put on a show as she hopped in front of me in town," said the one who appeared to be the leader of the group as the woman blushed under his hard leering stare.

He looked down at the table to his left, and the woman gasped seeing the contents of her purse had been emptied. He picked up her drivers license and read off the license, "Sara Ann Bergman ... that your name, bitch? "

The woman was too frightened to talk. Her husband moaned, and she nodded.

"Deke, pin her arms."

Deke quickly moved behind her, pinning her arms to her sides. God he was strong!

The action of the oldest of the three caused the woman to be aware of two things at the same time. The first was that she could feel the man's obvious bulge of an erection on her fanny. The second was that when her arms were pinned to her sides and slightly behind her the robe had opened enough to reveal the roundness of her shoulders, and expose her cleavage a second time.

The woman struggled only briefly, because she felt the edges of the robe giving way, and she was nude under the robe. The big guy behind her walked her forward and she resisted at first, but he pushed her forward anyway as she felt the hard lump of his hard on, on her fanny cheeks. She was less than three feet from where the unshaven young man named Sid sat on the table.

"It's important for you to mind your manners, bitch. Your kid's safety depends on that, and ... show her Cass."

The other punk named Cass hit her husband three more times, as she shouted, "Please stop! Stop it!"

" ... so does your old man's," finished off the punk in front of her, as he put her drivers license back down on the table. He looked down and picked up a pack of cigarettes. He tapped one out, and lit it up, deliberately exhaling his cloud of smoke in her face. She turned her head to one side. He reached out and grabbed her chin pulling her face back to look him in the face.

"How old are you, bitch?"

The woman shivered, swallowed, and said, "I-I'm forty three."

"No way!" said Cass from the back.

"I would agree, you look a lot younger," said the one named Sid in front of her, as she shrank back against the one named Deke holding her. She watched and felt Sid's finger trace an invisible line down the exposed bare curvature of her inner right breast. His finger continued to move over her breast to her nipple. He slowly circled the nipple area. The older woman swallowed feeling her nipple get hard. It stood out from her breast as the gentle fondling motion of the finger stimulated it, making the nipple stand out from the rest of her large breasts, pointing at first down, then up as it hardened beneath the thin material of the robe and that same material was no stimulating her nipples.

"Looks like you picked on an old biddy," said Deke from behind and above her left ear.

"Yeah, it does Deke. But an old biddy with big tits. How big, bitch?"

The woman moaned and cried, but remained quiet.

Sid sighed, then cupped a right breast squeezing it hard, and distorting her breast out of shape so that the woman winced, then pulled towards the hand trying to relieve the pressure. Her crushed breast was now elevated higher then the other breast and the boy-man seemed to enjoy holding her breast up and away from her body. He grinned seeing her discomfort and she shuddered because that told her he liked to hurt women.

"I asked you a question, bitch, answer it!"

"Ouch! All right, all right! I we-wear a size thirty eight triple 'D' cup bra."

"Told ya there were 'D's' Sid," said Cass.

"Triples, eh?" said Deke.

"Now that is pretty big, bitch. Ok, let's see what you look like without the robe, bitch. Deke, let her go."

Deke released her arms, as the woman stood there hesitated, then took a deep breath and shrugged off the robe to stand in three inch shoes nude in front of the three rapist punks.

After looking at her nudity from every possible angle, Sid said, "Cass take her in the bath room and shave her pub, I want to see some pussy lips."

As Cass came forward and half shoved the woman in the bath room he said, "Can I sample her honey pot too?"

"Sure, just leave the door open so we can watch."

"Al-l-l ri-i-ight!" said Cass.

The woman sobbed as she was forced to lie on the floor. Using shaving cream and a razor the punk named Cass shaved her crotch smooth. She tensed during the humiliation because a slight slip on the part of the punk could cause her terrible harm. Finally he finished, and then used a cool cloth to wipe her crotch clean. Then he unzipped his fly, while she continued to lie on the cold ceramic tile, looking up at him. He dropped his pants, and his underwear. The woman sobbed as he forced himself between her legs. She screamed as he penetrated her. He didn't give her a lot of time. He mauled her breasts, and he used his erection like a weapon raping the woman. As he pumped in and out of her bruised pussy he told her she was the first woman he'd had over forty, and the first one with triple D tits. He mauled her breasts, making her feel cheap as she sobbed. The punk did all of this in full view of the others. He came quickly. He withdrew, and humiliated her even more by cleaning her pussy with a damp towel.

Then dragging the sobbing woman out of the bathroom by her hair, she was positioned on her knees in front of her husband. Deke revived her husband by splashing a bowl of water in his face. Deke then raped the wife of the man in her asshole in front of him. While the man struggled, and tore uselessly at his ropes he watched while the big twenty six year old called Deke raped his wife. Deke taunted her husband while he slammed in and out of her tiny butt hole', telling her husband he must have had a small dick for her to be so tight in the ass. She started to scream, and her screams quickly died to a slow moan that went up in pitch on every deep thrust Deke took. Deke took his time, enjoying the feeling of power as he raped the older woman's ass hole in front of her husband. When Deke came he pulled his erection out, and forced her husband to look as he shot his wad of goop all over her back, and naked upturned ass.

Deke stood up, then reached down and grabbed the older woman by her hair dragging her to her feet. He shoved her to Sid, and said, "She's got one helluvah tight ass, but it's a little looser now, Sid."

As she was shoved in Sid's direction her big breasts bounced. Sid grabbed her by the hair and yanked her over to one side, away from where the other two had been around her tied husband. He forced a kiss on the sobbing woman's lips. Then grabbing her by her right breast, and using her big breast more like a handle than anything else he dragged her over to in front of her husband. He kissed the nude woman again in front of her husband, fingering a swollen nipple. He pulled away as she half sobbed, and said, "You know she's got quite a mouth. Kisses pretty good, but fuck me! I didn't like what she had to say back at the store."

He looked down at her husband and back handed him the same way her husband had done to him in the store. Then lifting her left tit, he squeezed it until the wife of the husband moaned and leaned to her left trying to ease the pressure he was putting on her tit. He let go, and said, "She should have let me feel this up. But no, she had to make a big deal out of it. Yell her fucking head off about being 'molested'. Well guess what, asshole? Now you're gonnah see your old lady suck my dick!"

He forced the woman to her knees by putting his hands on her shoulders and applying a downward pressure. The older, plump woman's knee's wobbled from the pressure but eventually her knees buckled as she lowered herself before the punk rapist. Once she was kneeling in front of him he unzipped his fly and withdrew an erect organ. The kid named Sid shoved his erection in the older woman's face, and she turned her head. He then slapped her and bent over to whisper in her ear, "You better give me the best fuckin' cock sucking you know how or I will get it from your kid, understand? You make it look like you want it or so help me I will turn that daughter of yours into the biggest whore this side of the river!"

The woman gasped, then moaned, and nodded.

The kid named Sid stepped back and then said, "Cass hold her old man's head back, I want him to watch while I fill his wife's mouth with my cock."

He backed about four feet away from where she was kneeling, so that he was to the left of her tied and gagged husband.

"Hold them big jugs up bitch, and come over here on your fuckin knees, and tell me and your old man what you want to do."

The woman half sobbed but she cupped and lifted both breasts, then waddled back and forth on her knees until she was in front of the rapist holding his erection out in front of himself. When her head was inches from his erection she looked up into the punks face and said, "I want to suck your cock."

"Don't tell me bitch! Tell your old man!"

She cried, and looked into her husbands face then, head turned slightly upwards, "I ... want to suck his cock."

The rapist kid stepped forward then and shoved his erection between her lips.

"C'mon bitch, you can do better than that! Lick it, yeah, yeah like that. Say, she sucks pretty good for an old bitch," he said looking over at her struggling husband who was watching as his wife licked and made slurping, popping noises as she sucked on the kid's erect organ in her mouth.

"You know asshole," he said looking over at her husband while she kept his organ in her mouth and licked it, "I think your wife wants to take more of my cock. That right there Miss Big Tits you wannah suck more of my cock?"

Sara nodded, and was slapped against the side of her head after she moved her head up and down his penis bobbing in her mouth.

"Say it, bitch, around my cock. Say you wannah take it all down your mouth and throat."

Sara openly cried as she whimpered and mouthed the words around his organ. It was just barely intelligent enough as she said, "ah ... uugh ... wannah ... uck our ock un mah oat!"

She took more of his length. Not all of it, she couldn't force her throat muscles to relax enough to get the punks penis down her throat while looking up at his face, and her husbands. She felt her eyes expand as she fully realized not only what she was doing but just how large this youth's erect cock really was. Finally, though, after six or seven gagging thrusts, and the pull back recovery she could no longer see either of their faces, his crotch hairs were tickling her nostrils. He was all of six or seven inches in erection and half of it was down her throat!

From above she heard him say, "Feels good, maybe after some more practice you won't gag as much. Now show your old hubby here what a real cock sucking slut you are bitch, pull back, yeah now move your head back and forth, not too bad for an old bitch, not too bad at all. C'mon cunt, you were good at using you mouth at the store, suck it, let's hear some good suction on my cock, c'mon!"

Sara moved her head back and forth applying a little more suction each time, her mouth making slurping, popping sounds over the erect penis in her mouth until she felt him get harder. "I'm just about there, slut. You make sure you hold as much of my cum in your mouth as you can. You swallow it, and we'll have to do this again!"