Chapter 2
Within the week strange things started to go wrong on the ranch. The newly purchased breeding bull was found in the back pastures with a bullet through his head and John Brown, a reservation Indian who had worked for Martin Powers for years suddenly failed to show up to mend the fences. Attempts to hire help were less than promising.
And Jody was worried. The fact that Lokken-or whoever was behind him-had upped the original low offer many times made her uncomfortably suspicious. Why would anybody go to all the trouble of buying that land when everybody knew farming was a losing proposition? Sure, the price of beef was going up, but so was the price of feed, and baling wire was impossible to get except on the black market. Now with the drought drying up the water supply, who could predict if she would even be in business next year. So why was it important to purchase, then? And why should the prospective buyers keep their identity secret? She wrestled with her memory, trying to recall if her father had even offhandedly mentioned offering the ranch up for sale. No, she decided staunchly, it had never been his intention to sell. If anything, he had bemoaned the fact that he had sired only a female to take over the place and keep up the family tradition. Finally, she stopped thinking about her dilemmas and went to work on them.
However hard the struggle might be, her resolution to make a success of the venture in the face of scepticism was strengthened rather than weakened by the mystery.
Then, two days after Lokken's visit she discovered the fences adjoining the Spencer's ranch were cut, followed by the tragedy of half a dozen fine steers chewing up their hide by running through the clipped wire. Then a five day old calf was found belly up floating in the well, putrefying the water supply, its bloated body infested with maggots. The farmer's cooperative was sending nasty letters regarding her father's unpaid debts and the bank wouldn't extend credit.
People in small towns like to talk, and the subject of the Powers girl running the ranch single-handed set the tongues wagging. Martin Powers himself had never won any popularity prizes with the townsfolk since the incident some ten years back when he harbored a fugitive Indian from the nearby reservation who was on the run from the state police for suspected murder. Martin had know Lame Buck since he had joined Powers in going before the town council to support a program to help find ranch work for people on the reservation, and he knew, too, that Lame Buck was no murderer. Plainly, it was another case of prejudice and racial hatred that ran rampant in Beaver. Now that same atmosphere of hatred and suspicion was almost tangible in the town.
Jody lifted her determined chin and shrugged off the stares. These small-minded country hicks were not going to impede upon progress, and if they couldn't accustom themselves to the thought of a woman running a ranch ... well, they could sit on it! She remained undaunted, her spirits high ... until the eighth day when the attack took on a personal nature. Very personal....
She had gone to bed early after an exhausting day riding the range checking the fences and water supply. Four more cattle were found covered with flies and maggots, dead of an unexplainable cause. They had not been attacked by animals, and there was no sign of fever or illness. As a last resort, she managed to drag a caracass down to the barn and flay it open, taking an autopsy. None of the entrails or organs appeared to be sickened. But she did find one interesting thing. In the sensitive area of the neck, not far from the ear, she discovered a thin spot of blood where the cow had been punctured just through the skin. It was a clean cut, inflicted by a sharp instrument ... such as a needle. Without the proper laboratory apparatus it was impossible to specify what was in that needle, but Jody knew it was poison. A clean, sleek way of murdering a cow without evidence.
Now, exhausted after a hot bath it was with a sigh of frustration that the glamorous girl set aside the accounting book and reached for the switch of the bedside lamp. Being the boss, she found, was really a headache! It disturbed her, too, that her father had not briefed her earlier on his financial strife. Perhaps she could have done something ... taken on an assistantship with a veterinarian for the summer....
Just before her slender fingers touched the cord of the lamp, the light went out. Frowning, she groped for the switch and flicked it several times. The room remained dark. Jody threw back the covers and padded barefoot towards the door. The darned lightbulb had burned out! She tried the overhead light switch, with no response.
Jody tutted with annoyance. Another problem! It seemed everything was on the blink. Now she would have to feel her way downstairs and grope around for a flashlight and find the fuse box.
She groped her way down the shallow, creaking stairs, flicking experimentally at each switch she passed on the way. No use: the old house was entirely without power.
The angered girl shivered as she passed through the downstairs room. Her bare foot brushed up against something hairy, making her suck in her breath. But it was only Bones, the German shepherd snoozing drowsily, judging from the dead weight of him. She kicked him with her toe. "Bones ... come on, boy. ... get up." But he didn't stir. Suddenly she turned. Had she heard a noise somewhere behind her in the living room? She listened, her head to one side in the dark. A faucet was dripping monotonously into the sink in the kitchen beyond. Outside the window, the soft stir of leaves tapped lightly against the glass. Otherwise, silence....
Jody was neither nervous nor superstitious by nature, more analytical than anything, but she shivered again and held her short nylon nightie more closely about her body as she jerked open the cluttered cupboard's door to search for the flashlight. God, only knows where Daddy would have-She caught her breath. Her legs were chilled; the rest of her was also-but the air playing on the smooth flesh of her shoulders where they emerged from the flimsy, sleeveless garment was warm! It was ... almost as if ... as if someone was standing there silently in the darkness breathing down her neck!
Before the horrifying thought had crystallized in her mind, a human hand closed in a vise-like grip around her forearm.
Jody screamed. "Bones! Help me, Bones!"
Another hand clamped iself cruelly over the curve of her shoulder as she made an instinctive dash for the door, holding her powerless between the two sets of steely fingers. She screamed again, a high, wild whine of terror sawing into the dark as she struggled frantically to wrestle free of the assailant's brutal grasp. A coarse voice chuckled just behind her ear and the hot breath steamed revoltingly over her vulnerable neck and cheek, smelling sweet with alcohol.
Heavy boots scuffed the floor as she kicked out wildly with her bare legs, and the voice chuckled tauntingly again and then said hoarsely: "This looks like a hot one, Chuck! You better c'mon in and lend a hand, man!"
Footsteps rang across the wood floor from the corner by the sink. The next moment, hard hands were at her knees ... and then a pair of arms locked around her legs and she was swept off her feet, a helpless, writhing captive held between the two intruders like a trapped animal.
For the third time, Jody Powers screamed at the dog, but the man behind her laughed cruelly. "Yell yer fuckin' head off, you little heifer, but that dog of yours is gone for good."
"No ... not Bones!" The captive girl twisted her head and sank her teeth into the thumb of the hand grasping her shoulder.
"Shit!" the man shouted, snatching his fingers away so that the girl sagged almost to the floor, supported only by the hand around her forearm and the second man's grip around her knees. "Little cocksucker bit me!" The night exploded into a sudden throb of pain as the injured hand slashed viciously against the side of Jody's face.
"You bite me one more time, you whore, and I'll cut your tits off!"
The second man laughed. His voice was deeper and in some way stronger than the first. "You said you al'ays like a girl with spunk, Mac," he chuckled. "C'mon ... drag her into the front room!"
Mac shifted his grip, shoving his hands under the struggling girl's arms so that her head and shoulders were smashed against his hard chest and his cruel fingers dug into the tender mounds of her breasts through the thin nylon of her nightie. "Okay, Chuck ... here we go," he said. "Jesus, she's got a pair of tits that'll make your mouth water."
Between them they scuttled the terrified girl through the door and into the living room, blundering against walls and furniture as they strove to control the frenziedly squirming and jackknifing body they were carrying.
"Let me go!" sobbed Jody. "Put me down ... who are you? ... What do you want? Please...."
Jody's mind was a riot of fear and shock and horror. What were her brutal captors doing here? Were they burglars? Passing bums, and though she hated to be suspicious of them-Indians from the reservation out on the prowl? Escaped convicts? What were they doing with her and were there any more around? God, they were so strong, she could never escape these two!
That question was to be answered all too soon. Once in the living room, Chuck let go of Jody's legs and Mac flung her violently face downwards across the round oak table. An instant later a ham-like hand caught her two wrists and twisted them sadistically up into the small of her back; another crunched heavily on the nape of her heck, screwing her face sideways and forcing her head down hard against the hard wood table. She was pinned there, the table edge grinding cruelly into her pelvic bone through the creases of her hips, her legs striking wildly in the darkness behind.
She knew what they wanted. "Let me go!" she wailed.
Mac's grating laugh knifed through the darkness. "We'll let ya go, sweetie . when we get our rocks off!"
As the frantically squirming girl rolled her body from side to side on the hard table top under the relentless pressure of Mac's hand on her neck and wrists, her anguished mind took in the meaning of their words and a cold chill ran the length of her spine. Would they really be so foolish as to...? Surely these men had come for more than to do that...? She had been warned on campus of men who delighted in humiliating and inflicting pain on women, but surely that couldn't be happening to her? OH, God, don't let it!
The second man's deep laugh sounded from somewhere behind her flailing legs. And a half a second afterwards she knew with a tingle of fear that her worst suspicions were about to be realized.
Calloused fingers dug into the backs of her thighs, forcing her legs down. Powerful knees covered in stiff denim slipped into the hollows behind her own knees, splaying her legs apart as they hung over the end of the table; and then the hands had hauled the hem of her nightdress roughly up over her naked young hips and the cold air of the room was playing over her shamefully exposed genitals.
"Aaaggghhhh!" Jody screeched. "No! ... No! ... No! ... Noooo!'Don'tdoittomeeee! Noooo!"
She began to thrash even more wildly on the table, trying to free her legs from the imprisoning pressure behind the knees, trying to break the iron grip on her wrists and escape the hold on her neck that was thrusting her cheeks down and squashing her painfully straining breasts against the wood.
Her struggles were cut short by Chuck's hand slashing brutally down across the tender flesh of her buttocks, one, two, three, four times in savage stinging blows that reduced her to gasps and whimpers of pain.
"Shuddup, you whore!" he snarled. "Or I'll fuck you in the ass!"
Jody's heart skipped a beat at those words. Abruptly, she froze, morgue-like. She lay mewling softly between them, her mind reeling. There was nothing she could do now. She had fought as hard as she could but they were stronger than she. She was a woman completely at the mercy of these two brutes in the dark, held helplessly between them as defenseless as a rag doll, a toy they would use to satisfy their animal lust.
Then the unmistakable metallic whine of a zipper being opened sounded behind her, and then Chuck spoke:
"Tha's a good girlie," he growled. "Relax and go with it, baby. For Chris'sakes, I'm doing you a favor."
Above the terrified girl's head, Mac was breathing heavily. "Attaboy, Chuck!" he gloated. "Stuff it in her! Screw the shit outta the bitch!"
"Just try me!" croaked Chuck.
Jody groaned as she felt his calloused hands seize the softly rounded mounds of her trembling buttocks ... and then suddenly she gasped and jerked convulsively as he let go with one hand, spat on the fingers, and crammed the saliva-wet digits straight into the hair covered vaginal furrow up between her fearfully quivering thighs.
The next moment she felt a hard, hot, rubbery pressure nosing against the tender folds of her flesh at the entrance to her genitals.
Chuck had taken his long, hard penis in one hand and rammed the throbbing head straight at the saliva-dampened orifice of her pussy! Writhing her hips vainly in a futile attempt to escape the lewd assault on her exposed genitals, she began to weep-a storm of rasping sobs that racked her painfully stretched body and sent the hot salty tears spurting from her eyes.
Prying apart the naked ass cheeks below him with the forefinger and thumb of one hand, Chuck stirred the iron hard shaft of his pulsating cock into the warm moist folds of cuntal flesh flowering amidst the silken curls of pussy hair mantling the girl's nakedly spread loins. She felt the muscles and tendons of his legs tense against the backs of her knees. His denim-covered hips leaned hard against her naked buttocks ... and then she gave a strangled moan as the rubbery head of his penis crushed through the fleshy, hair fringed lips of her ppssy and slid an inch into the wetly heated tunnel of her genitals.
He stirred the rigidly pulsing end of his cock into her a few more times, dilating and moistening the tightly contracted hole, stretching the walls of her vagina in preparation for the brutal impalement to come.
Jody moaned again-and then, as he flexed hips one more time and thrust viciously forward up into her belly with his raping penis, she opened her mouth and gave a shrill squeal of alarm.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh! ... It's too big! Stop! Stop! ... You're hurting meeeee! Aaaaaaiiiieeeeee!"
Her complaint brought a chuckle from Chuck. Releasing his penis, he grabbed her buttocks with both hands and hauled them apart as he thrust the rock hard length of his seeping, throbbing penis far up into the tight clasping tunnel of the sobbing girl's vagina. His hips smacked heavily against her nakedly squirming ass cheeks and his sperm bloated balls swung against the edge of the table as he plunged his shaft of hardened flesh in right up to the hilt with pain as the hotly pulsating cock head bloated and bludgeoned against her tender cervix. Chuck's long, thick penis was enormous, her belly felt as if it were on fire and she was sure the lips of her painfully stretched cunt must be splitting from the girth of the plank-stiff rod of flesh wedged into her loins.
"How's it goin', Chuckie boy?" Mac breathed from the darkness above her contorted, tear-wet face.
He gasped. "Man, but she's a tight one. You wouldn't believe it, man. I gotta take a look at that tight little cunt!"
There followed the sound of clothes being fumbled aside, a soft click and the pencil beam of a small flashlight stabbed the blackness of the room.
"Hey, turn that out!" warned Mac. "They said not to use lights, idiot!"
"Hell, she ain't seen us-not if I keep it right on that pretty little pussy."
He caught his breath with a gasp. "Jesus ... would you look at that," he said softly, almost reverently.
Keeping his grip on her wrists and neck, Mac leaned heavily across the girl's helplessly supine body. As his weight pressed her even more forcefully down against the table top, Jody almost screamed from the pressure of his body flattening her breasts below. "Let me have a peek, then." And then, he, too, let out a gasp of approval.
He was staring over the twin moons of the girl's naked buttocks illuminated by a pool of light so that every hair in the exposed cleft between her ass cheeks stood out sharp and clear. Below the tiny puckering ring of her anus, the thick white stump of Chuck's wetly glistening cock protruded from the gleaming pink lips of her pussy. "Move it around a little Chuck," Mac said hoarsely. "I wanna see those lips suck in when you move."
He watched, fascinated, as his partner began slowly undulating his hips, thrusting and withdrawing his plundering penis so that the ravished girl's brutally stretched cuntal lips were pulled out lasciviously clasping the hard, thick veined shaft of his cock on the outstroke, and then stuffed back into her vaginal cavity again each time he fucked the full length of his cock back into her belly. "Ain' that some-thin'!"
Suddenly, then, the light clicked off.
With a hoarse gasp, Chuck grasped the half naked girl's trembling hips and began ramming it into her with long, hard strokes. "Christ, Mac," he panted. "I just can't ... I just gotta...."
Face downwards on the table, Jody was still shivering with shame and fear. The searing pain of Chuck's bludgeoning entry had subsided somewhat, to be replaced by a dull ache in his belly that was almost-although she dared not admit it to herself-that was almost pleasurable by comparison in its hypnotic rhythm as he sawed in and out in gradually accelerating tempo. The skewering cock plowing into the obscenely milking depths of her cunt was drubbing the tender bud of her clitoris against the edge of the table as it slid up and down the thin wall of flesh separating her cuntal passage from the wood ... and already tiny flames of erotic sensations were licking unwantedly through her loins and sparking the nerves of her belly.
The speed of Chuck's lunges now increased ... the rhythmic smack of his hips against her nakedly upthrust buttocks grew more frantic ... hesitated ... became sporadic-then stepped up again ... until, far up in the throbbing depths of her cunt, she felt his cock bulge and heave. The next moment he gave a choked cry and his raping pole of flesh spewed its white hot load against the neck of her womb, squirt and squirt of creamy, scalding cum in gradually diminishing spurts.
Jody opened her mouth and cried in horror. The cruel hands suddenly released her neck and wrists, and she heard Mac frenziedly panting: "Let me in there, man! Jesus ... move your ass over!"
But before Jody could make any attempt to raise herself from the table, a heavy weight flattened her down and once more against the wood. Chuck had leaped onto her back, pinning her tingling arms to her sides with his knees and leaning forward to rest his sperm wet hands on the naked cheeks of her ass.
She heard a rip of Mac's pants opening. The flashlight clicked on again-but though she twisted her head around as far as she could, she could see nothing but the silhouette of the man straddling her back and a blast of dim shadows cast by the faint light on the far wall.
Jody kicked out fiercely with her now freed legs-but immediately her ankles were grasped in a steely grip and the legs forced down to the floor again. "Okay," she heard Mac say from his crouching position below the table edge, "open 'em up, Chuck, and let's see that we got here!"
The man whose weight was pinning her to the table grasped her buttocks and slowly, torturingly, drew them apart. Mac whistled softly. "Holy shit!"
In the light, the violated girl's plundered little cunt gaped wetly open in its nest of damp hair, the glistening pink folds of flesh gleaming stickily with her vaginal secretions and droplets of Chuck's sperm. There was a trail of cum shining on the inside of her left thigh and between her quivering ass cheeks the pouting, wrinkled hole of her anus distended and contracted in time with the ravished girl's labored breath.
As the two men chortled salaciously together, Jody felt more vulnerable and exposed than she had ever felt in her nineteen years! Held brutally down, bent double in a position of abject humiliation while they played doctor, examining each hair and crevice of her shamefully revealed genitals, she was stripped of every bit of self respect, robbed of every last shred of pride. More quietly this time, she began to cry, the bitter tears welling up from her eyes and splashing on to the table top.
Mac rose slowly to his feet, splaying her thighs apart with his knees as he grasped the hair and cum-covered lips of her fleshy little cunt in fingers and thumbs and drew them slowly apart. The next moment, Jody was squealing with terror as he lunged forward savagely with his hips and slid his massively throbbing penis into the wetly glistening hole of her pussy.
There was no finesse about Mac, no slow buildup to climax. When Mac fucked, he fucked like a bull!
As soon as he felt the scalding elastic grip of Jody's moistly heated cunt close around the hard veined shaft of his cock, he began slamming it into her with long powerful strokes, panting in a fury of lust as he jerked his muscular hips convulsively against her naked buttocks.
Crushed beneath the weight of his partner, the violated rancher felt to her horror the automatic response of her sensually awakening body to the repeated rape of her loins. As Mack's lustfully expanding penis jack hammered in and out of her hotly tingling vaginal cavity, the friction of that iron hard pole of male flesh sawing against the sensitive rubbery nub of her clitoris, teasing it down through her hair lined cuntal lips against the edge of the table, triggered off spasms of unwanted erotic delight that trickled along her nerves and sent her mind reeling.
And in some strange way, some bizarre, latent masochistic manner, the very fact that she was being raped-that she was held in this compromising position being fucked half to death by one stranger while another, who had already raped her himself, watched jubilantly-seemed to heighten the intensity of the damning thrills tremoring out from her ravished loins. Jody Powers, the tempestuous girl who had never yet found a man strong enough to tame her, was getting turned on by the crude assault of two repists she had never seen!
As Mac's powerful hips splatted against her splayed open buttocks with demonic fury and the obscene suck and squelch of his penis tunneling up into her pussy drowned the panting breath of the two men, she began groaning in ecstatic time with his thrusts.
"Ooooooohh ... Aaaaaaahhh! Yesssss-ss! ... Aaaagggghhhhhh!" she chanted on and on as the drubbing rod plowed faster and faster into her wetly throbbing pussy.
Her orgasm took her by surprise. It was the sheer repetition of the pile driving lunges hammering machine like up into the heated depths of her belly that sparked it off. She felt a delicious sensation building deep in the center of her being. She fought with every shred of concentration to wipe it out, but the rhythm of the muscled cock fucking in and out of her love-starved cunt was too much for her. The fleshy globes of her buttocks trembled under Chuck's hands; spasmodic shudders quivered the muscles of her belly and thighs; her hips threshed frenziedly from side to side on the table. And then it came from all directions, and it was upon her....
Even then she tried to hide it. She couldn't allow these two despicable idiots to gloat over their triumph of her body! She couldn't! Biting her lips until the blood came, she swallowed down the cries of ecstasy bursting from her twisted mouth. But it was no use. Her head and shoulders reared up behind Chuck's imprisoning buttocks and her lips flew open.
"Mmmmmmmm! ... Oooogghhh!....
Ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhhhh! I ... I ... Oh God! I'm ... NO, please ... I'm cumming!"
And as the big man fucked into her hotly trembling cunt sensed his victory of the writhing girl, his own climax seethed from his balls and exploded within him. Throwing back his head with a strangled cry of triumph, he seized her nakedly flaring hips and slammed his pelvis savagely against her ass cheeks as his burgeoning penis began a wild jerking that spewed gush after gush of heated semen far up into the walls of her sucking pussy.
For long moments there was no sound in the darkened house but the labored breathing of three pairs of well-used lungs. Chuck clambered slowly off Jody's back and zippered up the fly of his pants. Mac withdrew his deflating penis from the hairy lips of the ravished girl's vagina and slowly straightened up. "Christ!" he mumbled thickly. Jody lay motionless on the table, her legs trailing limply over the edge, her mind a storm of shame and revulsion and self disgust ... and ... carnal delight.
Suddenly she was brought back to reality when rough hands seized her wrists and strapped them tightly together behind her back with a belt. Another was buckled around her biceps, tying her arms to her sides. Then, lifting her off the table, they pushed her down on to the floor and Chuck laughed. "Thanks lady!"
And then they left, banging the screen door after them.