Chapter 9
Jack straightened the tie of his army uniform as he stepped from the cab at the head of his driveway. He had been using a military cover since the Agency started sending him on assignments in Africa. It didn't command as much respect at home as the salesman-story which most of the other agents used, but it had its good points. He always did look kind of sharp in a uniform.
He thought briefly of the dark and sensuous Uhura as he walked with springing step down the drive toward the house. In his hand was a small leather bag, containing a few personal items together with instruments of his trade. He had disliked turning the African woman over to his superiors, especially when he was so close to success. But there really wasn't any choice. According tp Maggie's letter, he was needed at home. And from its tone, he gathered that there wasn't a moment to lose. By now they had probably extracted all the information poor Uhura had to offer. He hated to think about how they accomplished it.
When he saw a sheriffs car parked in front of the house, he ducked quickly off the road and hid behind some shrubbery. The action was automatic, propelled by an instinct which had saved his life on a number of occasions. Stealthily, he approached the house.
He stole quietly across the lawn and crouched just outside his living room window. The lights were on inside, throwing moving shadows onto the shade. Cautiously he peered through the space between the bottom of the shade and the sill. It took a moment for his slitted eyes to bring the scene into focus. When it became clear, he felt his whole body chill.
Maggie was standing in the center of the room, stark naked. It had been so long since he saw her. His eyes lingered on the soft whiteness of her skin. His gaze traced the curving lines of her breasts and thighs. He felt his cock beginning to stir.
Then he saw the men who were with her. Two of them. They were dressed like sheriffs deputies- green uniforms with black gun belts and revolvers on their hips. One of them held a shotgun. It was leveled at Maggie's unprotected belly.
Jack's cold professional brain reeled drunkenly at the sight. He was enraged. Furious! What were they doing to her? What the fuck were they doing to his wife? .
His anger threw him off balance. It robbed him of the hair-trigger alertness which was his stock in trade. He didn't hear the bushes rustling behind him until he felt the prod of cold steel in his back. Then something hit him on the head, and he tumbled into a world of darkness. - When he came to, he found himself handcuffed to the couch in his livingroom. Maggie was still standing naked in the middle of the room. As he opened his eyes, they met hers. Silently, she turned away in shame. Behind her, he could see her brother Petey. He too was chained to a chair. Like Maggie, he too was undressed.
Sheriff Tilden stood in front of Jack for a minute to let him get used to the idea of being a prisoner. Then he spat through his teeth and said, "one false move from anybody and I'll have my boys here shoot the whole lot of you for resisting arrest."
Jack neither spoke nor moved. In his business, people with guns played for keeps. If the man told you not to budge, you didn't so much as blink an eye.
"I've always suspected that you weren't takin' proper care of this pretty wife of yours," the lawman chided. "Goin' off to war and leaving her alone that way. Why she's about the most sex-hungry woman I ever seen. Seems like you just ain't satisfyin' her. Now you just set and watch, and we'll show you. how to do it right.
One of the deputies giggled, and Jack glanced up at him with hate in his eye. This would be a perfect time for one of his backup men to come bursting into the room with pistol blazing. But this wasn't an assignment. And he wasn't in Africa. This time he was on his own.
Tilden turned to Maggie and said. "Lie down on the floor and spread your legs so so'jer boy can look at your cunt. Mus' be a long time since he seen it." Maggie's expression grew hard. She obviously had no intentions of complying with the cruel sheriffs lewd demand.
"Do it quick," Tilden shouted. "Or I'll cut this nigger's balls off and hang 'em around your neck."
Maggie stood for a moment longer, the alternatives running through her mind. A look of helplessness flashed across her pretty face. Jack knew that she would do anything to protect him from harm. He tried not to look at her.
But as she dropped to the floor and stretched out on her back, his eyes were drawn irresistibly to her. He saw bruises on her breasts, and wondered if Tilden and his gorillas were responsible for that too. Obeying the sheriffs command, she lay with her feet pointing toward her husband. When she moved her thighs apart, her pussy winked at him. In spite of the situation, he felt a longing for the taste of her flesh.
He realized that the others could see as much of her as he could, and the thought made him burn. He wished he could go and cover her with his shirt, to hide her intimate parts from their lecherous eyes. But his body responded erotically to what he saw. His prick was growing hard at the sight of her pink-lipped vaginal slit. His balls were working overtime.
Tilden balanced himself on one foot while he lifted the other to pull off his boot. He let it drop to the floor and threw his sock on top of it. Then he stood next to Maggie, holding his bare foot over her heaving tits.
"Now first you got what we call the foot massage," he said addressing Jack and chuckling sadistically. Lowering his foot he stroked one of her boobs with its heel. Jack wasn't sure, but he thought he saw the nipple starting to stir. Curling his toes, the lawman pinched the rosy disk between them. He rolled it until it erected and then laughed.
"You see," Tilden said. His face was twisted into an evil and contemptuous snarl. "Little dude'll stand right up for that. Let's try the other one." Moving his foot roughly across her bosom, he stimulated the other nipple in a similar way. It too rose to rigid erection. There was nothing the woman could do to prevent it. The response was built into her body.
Her husband whispered a muffled obscenity as Tilden drew his toes slowly down over the smooth white skin of her belly. He twiddled in her navel for a moment, using his big toe to explore its in-turned cavern. Then he moved his foot down in the tangled bush of her copper blonde pubic hair.
With his heel, he rubbed the mound where her clitoris nestled while he dug for the slit of her cunt. Jack wanted to turn away, to exclude the obscene sight from his line of vision. But he couldn't. He stared, fascinated, as the lawman plundered his wife's vagina with his toes. He knew that he could settle for nothing less than Tilden's life.
He saw Maggie's vulva opening reluctantly before the sheriffs foot. He resented her for it. But he understood. His own sexuality was straining at the front of his pants, brought to full excitation by the sight of his wife's humiliation. It was out of his hands. Just as it was out of hers.
The grinning cop stroked her clit with the ball of his foot, bringing it poking forth from the cave in which it resided. Jack saw it straining upward, away from the safety of her pudenda. It seemed to be reaching out for contact. With anything. Even the sheriffs foot. He wanted to retch.
"Nice pussy," Tilden exclaimed. Stiffening his big toe, he inserted it between the lips of her cunt. Maggie tried to wriggle away, but he pinned her to the floor with his heel against her mound. Before Jack's tormented eyes, the lawman slipped the fat digit into her moistening crack.
"Maybe my toe's too small for her," the sheriff said, suddenly inspired. "This cunt must be used to bigger and better things. Married to a nigger an' all. Come on over here, Sammy. Let's see what she thinks of that twelve gauge."
The deputy cackled hoarsely at the chiefs lewd suggestion. Then he dropped to his knees beside the naked woman and lay the cold shotgun barrel across the hairy hump of her pubis. Maggie's face contorted in horror, but she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
"Better pull your pussy open for him," Tilden ordered. "Otherwise that thing might go off. Sammy's got a very nervous trigger finger."
Tears began to stream from the corners of her eyes, but she did as he told her. Taking the lips of her snatch between her thumbs and forefingers, she drew them back as far as they would go. From his seat on the couch, Jack could see the pink convolutions of her inner cunt. He longed to run his tongue over them-to soothe away her pain and degradation. But all he could do was watch as McLean placed the muzzle of the gun at her opening.
Maggie's eyes were closed, her face turned away from her husband. Even Petey was trying not to look. But Jack stared, mesmerized by the despoiling of his beloved white-skinned wife. When the tip of the gun-barrel entered her sanctum, he groaned aloud. The humiliation was just beginning.
"Give her a little more of it," Tilden said.
Maggie grunted as the cylinder of steel penetrated further. Jack wondered whether it hurt her, and resolved to select an appropriate punish- ment for the sheriff as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
"Go ahead, fuck her with it," the lawman told his assistant. "I'm going to fuck her myself in a minute, and I want her good and hot." Then turning to sneer at Jack, he added, "I'll bet you're looking forward to that part."
The gun barrel sawed deep into her cunny, as Sammy worked it in and out. Jack could see the blue steel being coated with a sheen of her juices. It looked like her clit was starting to throb. So was his cock.
"Luke," the sheriff said to his other deputy. "Why don't you go play with her titties a bit. I remember how much she liked that the last time we all got together." He leered at his handcuffed prisoner and cackled obscenely.
Luke was quick to obey his leader's order. Sitting cross-legged next to her head, he cupped her naked boobs and started petting them. He ran his fingers lightly over the pale and silken skin, bringing the nipples to hard erection again. Then he took the rose pink nubbins in his fingers and rolled them gently.
Maggie loosed an involuntary sigh. Jack recognized the sound. She always made it when he made love to her. It was the voice of her hunger. The bastards were getting to her.
The sheriff removed his pants and stood stroking his own penis while his men toyed with the woman. Then he walked in front of her husband and showed it to him. "See this," he said. 'That's what I'm going to put in her next. Right into her pussy. Maybe I'll even let you put it in for me. Would you like that?" He laughed lecherously and added, "Well, maybe not this time. You might hurt yourself some way. Ain't nothing in the ol' army manual to cover it. Well, just set there and watch, boy. You'll learn how, by and by."
Tilden was really amused by his own words. He was breaking himself up. Jack wanted to cut his prick off and stuff it down his throat. But he held his tongue and watched, with cold unblinking eyes.
"All right Sammy," the chief cop said. "Get that pop-gun out of there and make room for a cannon. Luke, leave those tits to me."
The bound agent stared as the tempered steel of the shotgun slid out of her too-receptive cunt. It was glistening with the dew of her excitement. Her cuntlips gaped open in disappointment as the weapon was withdrawn. Then, trembling, they fell loosely together. The head of her clit was visible above her feminine crack.
When Brady crawled between her knees, she seemed to pull them back slightly, as if in invitation. Jack couldn't quite be sure. Taking her ankles in his powerful hands, the County's top lawman pushed them up, bending her knees. He pressed them against her ample tits, bringing her winking cunt into a more accessible position.
Jack saw it pointing up at the sheriffs swollen prick-a pouting red gash that dripped with fragrant honey. He watched, silent and sullen, as Brady Tilden brushed one hand across it, strumming the lips like guitar strings. Maggie sighed, though she probably didn't even know it.
The sheriff played with her clitoris for a moment, tweaking and rolling it in his calloused fingers. Then he pushed his prickhead against her opening and rolled his hips. Jack could see the fleshy flanges of her womanhood turning back to accept his alien hardness. In a flash, Tilden's rod was plunging inside.
He threw himself against her, burying his prick to the base in the humid aperture of her pussy. Then he rolled his hips in a spiral. The handcuffed husband heard his wife's breathing deepen.
As the sheriff moved up and down, his asshole opened and closed, winking mockingly at Jack. The hairy sac of his testicles dangled down to slap at Maggie's buttocks with each pile-driving in-stroke. It swung back as he pulled slowly out.
The lawman whispered something which Henderson couldn't hear. But Maggie immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. This pulled her ass up off the carpet, giving Jack a clear view of her twat with the foul prick of the sheriff skewering into it. His own cock was so stiff that he thought it would shatter.
He tried to remain cold and impassive as the bigmouthed cop fucked his wife. He tried to pretend it was an assignment involving people he didn't even know. But he kept thinking about the softness of his pretty wife's pussy, about the way it had of wrapping cloyingly around a penis. He hated to think of it stroking Tilden's prick like that.
The sheriff was moaning in a voice loud enough to tell the whole world how good it was feeling. Jack strained at his manacles, trying to drag the couch behind him as he dove for the lawman. But Sammy's shotgun hammed into his nose, pushing him back against the cushions. He could smell the acrid fragrance of cuntjuice on the bore. Shuddering, he remembered where it had been.
"Luke," the sheriff called hoarsely. "I don't seem to be enough for her. Stick your prick in her mouth while I fuck her. Maybe that'll keep her busy." The other deputy laughed and pulled his zipper down at once. "And Sammy," Tilden added. "Keep an eye on so'jer boy. Make sure he don't miss a thing."
But Jack didn't need to be forced to watch the lewd performance. For him there was nothing else in the world. He stared as Luke McLean placed the tip of his prick against Maggie's soft pliant lips. She resisted, clamping them tightly together. It made Jack feel better somehow.
But Sheriff Tilden wanted everything. And he had a sadistic imagination. "So'jer boy," he called. His breathing was heavy with the labor of fucking another man's wife. "Tell her to lick my deputy's cock like a lollipop. Tell her or I'll have Sammy blast your head off right here and now."
Jack considered the possibilities in the flash of an instant. Then he said "Do it, Maggie." His voice was tired and resigned. "Do what he says."
"Not good enough," Tilden roared. He pinched Maggie's tit until she screamed. "Tell her exactly what to do."
"Lick his prick," Henderson said without showing emotion. "Lick his prick like a lollipop." Weak, he watched as she thrust her tongue out from between her lips and rolled it over the deputy's organ. What else could she do? What could either of them do?
Brady Tilden went back to fucking her in earnest now. His thick penis slid in and out of her cunt, the hair which surrounded its base tangling with hers as their loins came together. She was making a rhythmic rasping sound in her throat. And her tongue was fluttering enthusiastically over Luke McLean's swollen cock. Jack recognized her level of excitement. She was losing touch with her surroundings, retreating into the world of sexual pleasure.
That fucking Tilden. His cock was bringing her joy. His very brutality was turning her on. Jack couldn't blame his wife for her responses. They were natural. They were instinctive. She was too aroused to be rational. She was like any animal at breeding time. Her cunt did all her thinking.
He twisted in his seat in an effort to untangle his own swollen cock from the material of his pants. It was throbbing excitedly, in automatic reaction to Maggie's arousal. He could feel her vibrations of impending orgasm. He knew that she would soon be popping her rocks.
She had opened her mouth to take Luke's cock all the way into it. She was sucking noisily, doing even more than Brady had commanded. Her husband could see her cheeks billowing as she swished her heated saliva over the pulsating tool. A steady moan of desire was bubbling from her throat.
Her ass undulated wildly as her cunt rose up to meet Brady Tilden's thrusts. Her body seemed to be begging for fulfillment, glad to be having him fuck her. Jack felt his balls churning with emotion as he watched his wife give herself to two men that she hated. They had forced her, of course. But they weren't forcing her now.
The pitch of her voice rose higher and higher as she neared release from her tension. He knew that she was getting ready to climax. He dreaded the thought of Tilden cumming inside of her. But that, too, was inevitable.
Luke was the first to pop off, however. He announced it with a grunt, and a face which grimaced with delight. "Drink my gism, bitch," he rasped. "I got enough to fill your belly." His balls seemed to lift up into his body as his cock swelled and spit in her mouth.
Jack could see her cheeks billow with the heated fluid. He imagined it coursing over her tongue, filling her throat with the taste of slime. He saw her swallow several times in an effort to stay ahead of the spurting fountain. And he thought he saw a drop of sperm dot her lip. He tried to turn away, but could not.
A moment later, Brady sighed. His belly slapped against Maggie's as he threw himself against her again and again. From the way his ass muscles clenched and unclenched, it was obvious that he too was going off. His cock pulled a sticky rivulet of semen with it as it slipped out of her cunt. Its shaft was coated with a sheen of his pecker's own juices. When he drove into her once more, she shouted an unintelligible string of syllables.
Jack knew what was happening. Her humiliation was complete. And his. He watched as her body bucked and heaved on the floor. She reached up with her loins for Tilden's cock, screwing it deep into her womb. Then she pressed her ass against the carpet, dragging her pussy away until only his prickhead remained lodged inside. Up she rose, and away again.
Her husband knew that each wave of her pelvis was in reaction to another wave of orgasm. For an instant, he hated her as much as he hated the men. Then he forgave as his own cock began to spurt inside his pants. It pumped a hot torrent of sperm as he watched his woman writhing while two white pricks pinned her to the floor. When it was over, he felt all sticky and wet.
At last Brady Tilden rose to his feet, his flaccid cock glistening with a coat of Maggie's juices. He took it in his fingers and held it up for Jack to see. "Wrung everything out of me," he said.
Then turning to his deputies, he added, 'Take this nigger out and hit him over the head. Then dump him in the woods somewhere. I don't want to see or hear about him again.''