Chapter 8
The kitchen was sweet with the warm richness of baking chocolate chip cookies as Jody spooned the teaspooned mounds onto a cookie sheet and glanced absently out of the kitchen window watching a patch of clouds gather thunderously in the sky to the west. She licked her finger free of dough and flicked the radio station to a different channel, a little scowl crossing her face at the Baptist minister's booming, damning message. Now she hummed to a top forty tune, flitting about the kitchen.
Shuffling footsteps on the front porch startled her, her spoon poised in mid-air. Not them again, she cried inside. Not Snyder and his cronies!
In a silent gesture of alarm she clamped her hand over her heart as she heard Eaglefeather stride lankily through the door, letting the screen door bang shut behind him. He was a tall man of stoic expression, an unmovable strength in him that Jody trusted implicitly. He had been a friend of her father's.
"Miss Powers?" He waited for her to gesture an invitation into the room. His words were measured when he spoke. "Where is the lawyer, do you know?"
Jody looked startled, and wiped her hands on the kitchen towel, a little twinge of alarm building momentum in her chest. "He's ... he's gone to check out the pastures," she said hesitantly, cocking her head to the side and studying the man's expression askance. "Why do you ask?"
"I go to find him," the Indian said without expression. "I feel thunder in the air ... I smell trouble. Can I take the horse?"
The girl straightened, her face smoothing tightly in silent alarm, threads of suspicion weaving a knot in her stomach. "No ... take the truck, it'll be faster." As she watched the Indian turn resolutely on his heel and stomp out the door, she collapsed on the kitchen chair. Strange that she hadn't considered the possibility of Rob running into a mishap. He was her protector, he would always be around to save her from the harassment of the Beaver officials ... wouldn't he? Providence couldn't be so cruel as to let anything happen to him. She lurched to her feet and sprinted for the front door, raced down the steps and toward the truck where Eaglefeather was gunning the motor. "And take Blackfoot with you ... if there is trouble out there you'll need help!"
Rob was in a terrible state, weak from exhaustion and exposure, his face and body was a mass of swelling bruises and blood encrusted cuts and welts from the savage beating at the hands of the bully town mayor. He hung like a blood splattered scarecrow between the trees when they sighted him from a distance. Lucky, too, for the sky was turning dark with thunder clouds gathering pregnantly in the sky, bringing with it a veil of premature darkness, forboding and eerie. Already crackles of lightning zig-zagged across the horizon, slicing the atmosphere in half with a deafening growl of its thunderous mate.
Jody Powers screamed, her shrill cry of alarm ringing unheard above the clap of thunder. Lying naked on the sofa with her hands bound behind her and her full naked breasts splashed purple and blue by the clawing touch of brutal fingers, she watched with terror struck eyes as the town's mayor approached her. They were going to rape her again.
They had arrived shortly after the Indians had departed. She had closed the windows and doors against the slashing rain and when she heard shuffling on the front porch, she had assumed it was Rob with Eaglefeather and Blackfoot coming back from the pastures. There had been three of them-Snyder, Lokken and a man Jody had never seen before. Snyder was covered with blood and he'd run cold water over his knuckles for ten minutes, flexing and unflexing his fists while he gloatingly watched his two cronies tie her up and rip off her clothes with the tip of a kitchen knife. She could smell liquor on their breath as she had tried to slam the door in their faces but they had forced their way in and held her prisoner in her own house wyile they rummaged through her cupboards looking for more whiskey, and made obscene comments about what they were going to do to her.
Jody had tried not to show fear, crossing her fingers and praying her Rob's return. It hadn't even occurred to her that they had gotten to Rob first. With the rainstorm banging at the screen windows and the lightning, he might be hiding out in the pastures under a tree waiting for the strom to subside. But what had happened to Eaglefeather and Blackfoot? She could only hope that the sight of the car outside would tip him off so that he would come in with a gun in his hand and rescue her ... as she had come to depend on him to do. Then Snyder let it slip that they hadn't driven ... they had walked up from the lake.
Snyder had raped her first, his monstrous penis battering up into the tender depths of her cunt as Lokken and Paul held her down spread-eagled on the sofa, their eyes bright with lust, licking their lips in anticipation as they leered gloatingly at the pounding body of their evil mayor. After that first round, Lokken and Paul each took a turn at her, and by the time the drunken mayor was ready to fuck her again, she was too exhausted to resist anymore. She lay limp and stunned under his brutal assault, feeling more used and spent and humiliated that she would have believed possible. Finally they had staggered to their feet and raided the kitchen and made themselves a bologna sandwich.
Now, an hour later after a snooze in the chair Snyder was coming at her again, stroking his penis in one meaty paw and saying wretchedly obscene things to her. The pounding rain had intensified, the skies having opened in a cloud burst that ran in waterfalls off the roof.
He was naked, his belly and chest matted with sweat-salted hair, his huge bullish penis hanging in front of his hairy testicles. As Jody lay recoiling in horror and revulsion at the reddish rod of stiffening flesh, he stroaked it in accelerating jerks until it stood out like a flagpole from his loins, its head naked and shiny.
The bound captive squealed in horror and bit her lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing her cry. She pressed cringingly down into the cushions, her amber eyes wide with loathing. What more could they possibly do to humiliate and torture her?
"Thought you'd seen the last of me, didn't ya, little girl?" he growled, smiling lasciviously down at her as he skimmed the flap of foreskin up and down the obscenely stiffening rod of punishing male flesh. A large drop of precoital fluid dribbled from the slit in the mushroomed cock head and splashed to the floor in a creamy puddle that foretold of more horrors to come.
"You're quite a looker when you ain't bitching about somethin', you know that?" He said greasily, his bloodshot eyes roving hungrily on the trembling curves of the captive's naked young body. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swiping away a bit of spittle. "I guess it's time we all had a little more fun, huh?"
"You won't get away with this, you idiot! When Rob gets back he'll-" Her voice, high with indignation brought a coarse chuckle from her tormentor.
"You're tight assed lover is hangin' from a tree with his nuts cracked in half, little girl! Ain' that right, boys?"
The two naked men giggled drunkenly, then passed the bottle between them. "That's right, Miss Powers. There ain't nobody to lay charges against us. Ain't no crime without witnesses," they said smugly.
"You're disgusting! You make me want to puke!" spat Jody. "I know you're the ones who've been injecting my cattle and you had me raped, too, didn't you ... and killed my bull and had the dead calf stuffed down the well to poison my water supply. Oh, you think you're so darned clever!"
Snyder scratched his armpit. "Just wish I'd a been the one to rape you m'self," he gloated.
"Oh, God, how I hate you!"
Snyder kept stroking his bloated cock, hes sperm heavy sac of testicles swinging obscenely with his movements. "Come on you two," he growled to Lokken and Paul. "Stuff something in this bitch's mouth to shut her up!"
Jody's aching head swung around to take in the surveyor's long thin penis spearing lewdly out from his mouse-colored pubic hair. One of his hands plucked nervously at his wetly drooping lower lip. Next to him Lokken's round naked body, hairless and built like an oversized stumpy dwarf, came into view. Jody thought with a shudder of terror that these two henchmen were more repulsive than Snyder himself. A least he was a man!
But before she had time to think up the appropriate adjectives, the mayor's two cohorts, at a signal from their boss, threw themselves on top of her nakedly helpless body, clasped her ankles, and pulled her legs savagely apart. The screaming girl lay obscenely spread eagled in cringing humiliation before her sadistic captors, the whole chestnut curled length of her cuntal furrow with its pinkly glistening pussy lips, still swollen from earlier plunderings, wide open to their hungry gaze.
Shaking with dread, she stared through tear-dimmed amber eyes from one merciless face to the next as Snyder and his men leered lustfully at the quivering pink mounds of her bruised breasts, the softly tremoring bulge of her flat young belly, and the chestnut triangle of her sparse pussy hair nestled between her splayed legs. Dear God, there was nothing one bound female could do against the three of them! She had no idea where the Indians had found Rob or if they could arrive in time to save her from this ultimate degradation.
Now, imprisoned in her own house, she was utterly alone and totally helpless and at the mercy of Snyder and his buddies. They would rape her, tear her apart, ruin her forever with those stubby, wetly seeping cocks closing in on her. But she had the Powers blood in her veins, and fighting to remain undaunted, she swore that if they managed to conquer her body, they could never conquer her proud spirit. They had yet to intimidate her to the point of crumbling, and even now, by God, they wouldn't so long as her name was Jody Powers!
And even as she swore that oath to herself, she couldn't deny the fact that even in the plundering rape of her helpless young body earlier that day, her body had responded in orgasm after orgasm to the brutal molestation of her captors.