Chapter 6
When Jerry and Jane returned to the cabin Abe snarled, "Where ya been?"
"She was hard to catch," Jerry said.
"Yeah?" Abe gave Jane a suspicious look. "We better tie her up too. She might try again."
"No, she won't," Jerry said.
"Like shit! Dammit, Geraldo, it's no wonder you were locked up! You trust people! This little cunt'll run as soon as we turn our backs!"
"She promised she wouldn't."
"That's pure bullshit. She's getting tied up just like her little brother," Abe flatly stated.
Jane went to Tim and softly asked, "How are you?"
Tim couldn't answer. Jane, his sister was standing before him almost naked. The teeshirt was shredded and large portions of her round, white breasts were exposed. Even one reddish nipple hung out before his blinking eyes. The bikini bottoms were pulled up to cover her crotch and the torn side was knotted together by a thin strip of the shirt material. They hung loose, perilously close to falling away.
"Are you all right?" she persisted while touching his hot, flushed face.
Tim's shoulders were wracked with fury. Fury at himself for being gone when he should have been here protecting them. And what was he doing? Was he doing anything he could stand up about and say he was proud of? No ... he'd been creeping through the brush like a smelly animal, trying to find that couple again, so he could stare at the sexual antics of two beings foreign to him ... human beings.
Abe's face lit up when he saw the condition of Jane's torn attire. A filthy grin came to his mouth as he asked Jerry, "Hey, Geraldo, you finally fuck her?"
"My name is Jerry."
Abe snorted. "Come on ... that's what took you so long, huh? You nailed that little cunt out there, didn't you."
"Sometimes you make me sick, Abe," Jerry groaned.
"How was it? Did she put out or fight you? I don't see any scratches on your face ... How about your cock? Did she chew it up for you?"
"Dammit, Abe! Shut up!" Jerry snapped.
Abe grinned and settled back on the couch.
He had his answer. Now the road was clear for his own style of fun. But one thing was bothering him, Geraldo. His partner didn't seem cut out for the game they were playing. Oh, he took part, but unwillingly. Jerry was too hesitant to hurt people, it even looked like he was being protective of the daughter. That was dangerous, Abe figured, dangerous for himself. He decided that keeping his eye on the mother and her two kids wasn't enough, he'd have to watch Geraldo too.
An idea came to Abe and he called out, "Hey, daughter?"
She slowly turned, the hard, cool expression back on her face. He realized that whatever Geraldo had done to her hadn't shaken the tough facade ... no, it seemed to have reinforced it.
"My name is Jane," she coldly said.
"Okay, Janey. Get away from the little hero there, leave him alone. Can't you see you're embarrassing him?"
"What do you mean!"
Abe shook his head with futility. "You're his sister, for God's sake. And you're standing over him with your big tits hanging out. He's only human, for chrissake, teasing him with your jugs like that ..."
Jane reached up to the tatters of the shirt and tried to cover herself. Suddenly she felt embarrassed too. The situation had made her forget, she never thought Timmy would be bothered ... Her head jerked sideways to toss the hair from her eyes, the big bastard was doing it on purpose, saying those things ... trying to cause trouble where there wasn't any.
"Sit down," Abe said as he motioned to the chair across the room.
Jane looked at Jerry but he wasn't paying attention. He sat back on the couch, his eyes half closed with exhaustion. She went to the chair and sat. Her breasts kept slipping out of the inadequate top and she desperately tried to keep them from Abe's gleaming, thrilled eyes.
"You figured out we're escaped convicts, right?" Abe asked.
Jane nodded. "Yeah."
"Did Geraldo here tell you w y we were n."
"No."
Abe scratched his belly before saying, "I was in for burglary. It was the third time I got caught so they gave me ten years."
"They should have given you a hundred," Jane mumbled. That didn't bother him. He nodded at Jerry and asked, "But do you know what Geraldo was in for?"
"I said I didn't."
"Murder. The cold-blooded murder of his young wife."
The statement drove into Jane's shocked head like a long, dull nail. Murder? He was a murderer? But he seemed ... he seemed ... he didn't seem that bad. Her mouth dropped open and Abe was pleased with the reaction he had caused.
"Yep. Used a knife on her pretty body until she had no more blood left," he added.
Jane slowly closed her mouth and once again looked at the young man she had just finished screwing outside on the grass. Somewhere deep down inside her she had a glimmer of hope, hope that he hadn't done what the vile man was saying. But the cool, unfaltering stare coming from Jerry's eyes let her know it was true. The glimmer died and she suddenly felt very empty and alone.
"He's in for life," Abe continued. "That is he was until I got him out. Now he's a free man."
"Until they catch me," Jerry added quietly.
Abe coughed. "They're not catching us! Not me at least! I'm out for good this time! But if you keep trusting people they'll get you, mark my words, they'll get you."
"You're dreaming, Abraham ..."
Abe stiffened when Jerry used the proper name. "They'll get us both. Whether we trust people or not, they'll get us," Jerry said while standing.
"Never."
Jerry yawned and stretched. "How we gonna work this? Where'll we sleep?"
"I'm not tired," Abe said. "Why don't you go bunk in with momma and I'll keep an eye on the kiddies here. When I get tired I'll wake you up."
Jerry nodded, then glanced at Jane. She swallowed, he was going to leave her here with this animal. It didn't surprise her, he was a murderer, a slick, venomous killer, a snake. She looked away and held back tears of disappointment. Gone was the hope that he was some innocent man sent to jail, and now an escapee desperately trying to prove his innocence. It was out. Out as though the dial had been turned on the television drama. He crossed the room and disappeared behind the door to now take his pleasure on her mother.
Abe watched her intently. He was right, she was hung up on the young punk. Whatever Geraldo did, he must have done it well. A feeling of envy, jealousy, almost rose above the entangled bitterness in Abe's heart. He scoffed it away, she was a cunt, just that, a prime piece of ass right out of America's suburbs. Educated, pampered, spoiled so damned rotten that her tight-assed little body wouldn't last more than a year after she married some dumb jerk. No, she had had all the breaks and advantages ... it was time for her to learn the disadvantages, time to pay her dues to those who had never had a fucking thing.
He looked over at Tim, the red-headed young kid with anger on his face and no words to speak. He sat tied in the chair, struggling without stop, trying to work Abe's practiced bindings loose. Abe knew the kid wouldn't give up until his wrists were dripping blood; he couldn't give up, it wouldn't be the manly thing to do.
"Hey! Janey!" Abe barked after several minutes of heavy silence filled the room.
She jumped a little before looking at him. He sat there like some conquering king, an overfed slob, thick, hairy, ugly, and mean. "Go get me that loaf of bread and some butter," he ordered.
Jane stood, she wasn't about to defy him. She crossed to the kitchen and got him his request. When she handed it to him she asked "Do you want a knife?"
His eyes looked at the round pinkness of her nipple as it slid into view. He licked his lips "No ... No knife ... "
Jane started back to her chair but he said "Hold it, honey, I ain't through with you yet"
She stopped in her tracks, her back to him, and asked, "What do you want?" She didn't realize he had the cord until it looped around her slender throat and pulled tight. Jane stood frozen with fear as she felt the air passage close. "Do as I say and you won't get hurt too bad," he hissed. "Now slide your hands behind your back nice and slow."
Jane s face was red and trembling with fear as she reached back. Abe took each forearm and bent them together then tied them with the cord. When he was finished her face was nearly purple and Tim's struggles with his own bindings were furious. Jane's hands were securely lashed next to the elbows of the opposite arm, folded behind her. Abe released the loop around her neck.
"That's to make sure you don't decide I need that knife after all," he said.
Her forearms were already feeling numb but Jane held her silence, the gift of breath was enough. But the loop came back, this time not as tight, and he tied the other end of the cord to the midsection of her forearms. When he tightened It she felt the pressure on her throat and she had to arch her back ... it was the only way she could keep from choking.
"Leave her alone!" Tim finally screamed.
Abe jumped across the room and slapped the young boy across the mouth. Then he used a soiled dish towel to gag him. "There, that should teach you to speak only when spoken to," he mockingly said to the struggling Tim.
Jane was desperate. Her back and arms were killing her, it was increasingly difficult to keep her back arched, but it was the only way to keep slack in the throat cord. When Abe came back he turned Jane around and she realized how helpless she was, her breasts were thrust invitingly out, high, pointed, straining forward to keep the pressure off her neck.
Abe snickered. "How do you like that?" he asked. "Nice and tight, nice and helpless? Think you could run away with that thing around your sweet little throat? Think so?"
"No ... " she desperately mumbled. Her head was strained back and she breathed through her open mouth, dots of perspiration on her wrinkled forehead.
"Try!" he hissed. "Try now. Run in place!"
His foot prodded out against her leg and Jane realized what would happen if she fell. Her arms were useless, there would be no way to break the fall. She lifted one foot then the other as though she was in an exercise class. It wasn't impossible to run with her back arched and head thrown back ... but she couldn't see ahead.
"Faster!" Abe snapped. "Run, dammit!"
Her feet lifted higher and came down faster. The delicious melons bounced free of the dangling shirt fabric, they were tossed up and down, side to side, the pink nipples like darting butterflies before Abe's laughing face. He reached into the fluffy mounds of skin and squeezed. Jane kept running.
"Faster ... " he menacingly whispered.
When Jane increased her tempo she felt his fingers pinch down hard on the nipples, felt them hold like iron vises as she bounced up and down. The breasts kept heaving; it felt like he was ripping her nipples right off.
"Ohhhhh ... it hurts ... " she moaned while not daring to stop her swift jogging.
Abe laughed as he backed slowly away while still pinching the luscious tit-buds. Jane had to follow, had to trot helplessly after him as he led her in a wide circle around the room. All she was aware of was the unbearable pressure in her nipples as they throbbed and pounded with fierce pulsations between his tough, unyielding fingers.
"Please ... " she sobbed. "It hurts ..."
"Mmmmmmnnnnnn!" Timothy screeched behind his gag. The flesh of his wrists was growing thin and burning but he felt nothing, nothing but pure anger.
Abe stopped suddenly and Jane ran right into his open arms. He hugged her sweating body up against his bare chest and laughed. Jane wanted to spit, but at least he released her nipples. They felt like stomped wads of discarded chewing gum on a steaming sidewalk. Then he pushed her back and brought his saliva-dripping mouth down to her breasts, to the tortured buds of brilliant red.
"Uuuuuuughhhhhh!" she groaned as his teeth bit into the fire-hot nipples and the tip of his tongue lashed cruelly across their throbbing caps.
His face burrowed into the meaty softness of the breasts and wallowed like a contented pig while his lips sucked unmercifully at the blood-packed nipples. They grew small, tight, hard in his mouth until they felt like hot, slick chili peppers.
Abe pulled away and surveyed the results. Her breasts were arched up, the nipples looked beaten, pounded, but they glowed with fiery excitement and lust. She'd never admit it but her tits were begging for more, and more, and more. His hands cupped the jostling masses and gently squeezed, they were warm, solid, splendid tits all for the taking.
Jane shivered and a sob of helplessness came from her dry mouth as his large hands moved down across her belly, into the slimness of her waist and around back. His fingers dug into the back of the bikini bottoms and she felt him caressing the smoothness of her ass, the sensitive depths of the crack.
"Please," she begged. "Untie me and I'll do whatever you want. My back is hurting me."
He laughed in her ear while driving his hands deep into the pants. Suddenly the makeshift repair where Jerry had ripped the bottoms gave way. Jane whimpered as she felt the last vestige of her clothing drop. Abe's hands squeezed hard at her asscheeks, the fingers were deep in the heat of her crack, moving, touching, tickling her anus with tantalizing quickness.
Then one hand came around front and she was held in a saddle of probing fingers, unyielding fingers discovering the great slickness dripping from her twat, massaging into the tenderness of her spongy vulva, driving inside her cunt lips to slide in circles against the crying walls and petrified clitoris.
"You're all ready for the cock, ain't you!" Abe asked.
"It hurts," she pleaded.
Abe drove his middle finger deep inside the delicate squeeze of her liquid streaming gash, then he lifted up. Jane almost lost her balance trying to dismount the insistent finger as it twisted and curled repeatedly inside her squirming snatch.
"Uhhh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped as tears drooled from her anguished eyes.
"Oh no, baby, you're not getting away," Abe hissed. His other middle finger stabbed fiercely at the taut ring of her pink, soft anus.
"Nooooooooo!" she howled as the tearing probe forced inside the flexed hole, as it drove deep and fast, then started twirling, bending, churning into the delicate tissues of her ass.
Jane threw herself at Abe, her upturned tits and brittle nipples mashed into him, her gasps for breath roared in his ear as he shoved the finger to full depth. It was in so deep the meat of her soft ass was spread across the rest of his hand as Abe bent each finger toward the other to squeeze the wall of flesh between her cunt and ass.
"Auuuuuuggh!" she tearfully sobbed.
Abe quickly jerked his hands away from her thoroughly juiced crotch and ordered, "Get on your knees!"
"Oh ... please ... " she cried as her legs buckled and she dropped to a position of reverence in front of him. She expected him to open his pants, to make her take his cock into her mouth, it wouldn't be enjoyable ... but it would be a lot more endurable than his ass probing fingers.
But Abe had different plans. He reached for the loaf of bread and grabbed several of the white slices. She watched without understanding as he rolled the bread in his hands until it molded into a thick, porous lump of dry dough. He made a long, compacted cock of bread.
He walked behind her and she felt his hand shoving down on the back of her head. Jane tried to resist but the cord strained at her throat, she bent, but he kept pushing until her face and shoulders touched the floor. Jane still had to arch her back, her ripe fanny was stabbing back at a high, open angle. An angle Abe fully enjoyed with his lustful eyes.
His hand was back at her pussy, pinching the hanging foreskins of her hole, stabbing inside. "Nice pussy, little girl," Abe huskily said. "But too juicy ... yes, much too much juice to keep it nice and tight. I like tight cunts ... ones that grab my cock like sandpaper."
When she felt the dough mound being pressed into her vagina Jane groaned with humiliation. "Yeah," he said, while working the bread into the lips, and deeper. "I'll just soak up the juice like I do when I eat. A little bread to suck it all up like a tasty white sponge."
"Please ... Please ..."
When Abe withdrew the bread it was soft and soaked with her internal gravy. The cream of her cunt dripped, the bread fell apart and chunks dropped to the floor. He used a fresh piece of bread to wipe her cunt lips dry, the whole snatch showed no wetness at all. He finished by swiping up to clear the lubricating fluids from her ass crack.
"Nice and clean, nice and bone dry," he mumbled, while undoing his pants and letting them drop to his knees. "Now we'll see how a bone feels in there."
Jane swallowed her breath as she felt the thick head of his hard cock touch between her thighs. He lifted it up until it was lodged between the red, dry lips of her aching pussy. He was going to fuck her dry, torture her with his pecker, rip her walls with seething friction. He pushed. The lips of the twat gripped at his cockhead and held. They collapsed inside the hole under the tremendous pressure.
Abe grabbed her by the hips and eased back with his spike. A leering grin of power came over his face as he heaved his thick thighs forward and rammed the unaided tool into her screaming snatch.
"AAAAAAUUUUGH!" Jane screamed as she felt her cunt being torn open with the ripping friction of the dry cock on her dry walls. It felt massive, gigantic, unbearably huge as it crashed deeper and deeper with his jerking thrusts.
"Yeah!" Abe cried. "Now that's a tight hole!"
"It hurts! It hurts! Oh, God it hurts!" Jane cried out.
"Oh yeah!" he asked with amusement. "Is Abe's big cock too much for your little cunt?"
"Yesssss ... " she answered through clenched teeth.
"Does it feel too big?"
"Yessss" ... Oh, yesss ..."
"Is your little twat too dry?"
"YES"
His hips stopped jamming the large pecker into the burning hole and suddenly pulled back. Even that hurt. But at least the ripping pain was gone. Jane sighed. Then she felt his fingers on her anus, rubbing, sliding, slipping. He was packing her asshole with the butter! Jamming gobs of the yellow grease right inside the puckered hole of her ass!
"Yep. Bread and butter" They go well together. Jane, baby, I'm having you served up like a sandwich. A hot sandwich!" he guffawed.
"You bastard" You filthy, cruel sonofabitch!"
"Hah! Tell me about it, cunt!" he snapped back.
Abe used the stick of butter like a cock and shoved it against the closed hole of her ass. It smeared wide and filled the crack between her round buns, he was sure she was plenty eased inside. Now it was time to put the wiener in the bun. He stroked his thick shaft with butter-coated fingers while placing it between her cheeks.
"Better loosen up back here, little girl. I'm gonna fuck you right up the ass!"
Jane let all the air out of her body and tried to relax. It was good advice, even if from a bastard. Abe leaned forward and pressed his pecker against the pink hole and felt it open slightly. Just slightly, nowhere near enough to circle him. His hands reached down to her tits. The nipples were pinched into his viselike fingers, he pulled them back toward her waist. The red buttons of fire stretched in his fingers as he plowed his hips energetically forward.
"UUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!" Jane roared from deep in her throat.
Her delicate asshole was peeled back with brute force until the pulpy head of Abe's stick blasted inside. But that wasn't the worst part, the worst part followed. He drove his cock straight and totally inside with one nonstop stroke. The butter greased his way as the venomous shaft buried inside her jerking backside.
"How's that?" he questioned. "Better with butter?"
"Uh! Uh! Oh! It hurts!" Her head whipped from side to side regardless of the strangling cord, and her hair was sent into wild swirls over her back.
Abe released his tearing hold on Jane's nipples and-came back to hold her hips. She felt great on his cock. Her rectum hugged every bit of his sliding and pulling rod, it was kissing him all over, it seethed with heat and wetness. He looked down at the spiked roundness of her rump and licked his lips, yes, she was good all right. A prime piece of ass.
Jane felt nothing but pain in her back, from the uncomfortable bondage, from the punishing cock making her rectum expand and collapse. But at least he had settled on something, he was intent on screwing her at last. That meant he would soon please himself, have his orgasm in her ass, and stop torturing her.
When Abe heaved forward the soft billows of her rump pressed against his muscular thighs. A suction was formed between their hot, perspiring flesh. The sounds of friction, gurgling, slapping flesh fined his ears. Yeah, this has been worth the three-and-a-half-year wait, he told himself.
Timothy's wrists pounded with pressure but the cord wouldn't break or loosen. He sat dumbstruck as though he had been kicked in the face his mouth open, eyes staring. He couldn't take his eyes away, couldn't close them, they saw everything. Jane's poor body all tied up and vulnerable. The ugly monster playing with her like a cat toys with a mouse.
Her body was so beautiful, so flawless, so creamy white where it wasn't tanned. It was terrible to witness this pasty-skinned hairy-legged animal fucking her. Tim could see how the man's big rod was tearing inside Jane's wide-stretched anus, how her rectal skins slid back out when he withdrew, how much the man was enjoying the hot hug of her asshole.
He had witnessed the same thing yesterday on the beach ... but somehow, for some reason, this seemed much more enjoyable for the man. And in a strange way, for Jane too. Her cries had faded and now all Tim heard were gasps from her dry mouth.., gasps not totally of pain ... they seemed to echo a certain pleasure.
He watched the way her magnificent tits bounced against the floor as her body twisted from side to side, as she desperately jammed her sweltering ass back at the brute. She was taking the cock, making it easy and enjoyable for the man raping her. Tim wondered about his sister, he'd seen the looks she gave the other guy, the dark-haired one. He had just raped her, but Tim had seen very little hate or regret on Jane's face.
Tim looked to the floor and his eyes fined with tears of shame. His sister had put up a fierce fight at the start, but when she lost she fought just as hard for her own share of the pleasures. Even as he looked away Tim couldn't drive the sight of her twisting, humping ass coming down to meet the impassioned thrust of the red cock. Tim grimaced and realized his cock was as hard as the one digging inside Jane.
"Uuuuuugh, God!" Jane sighed as she felt the terrific pressure and liquid heat in her asshole. The pounding cock no longer hurt, now it was thrilling her flesh, making it shiver happily with each passing inch of hardness.
Abe exposed all his teeth in a happy grin. She was fucking his cock with her anus. Slamming right down and back on it to pummel her twisting guts, to drive her heaving ass into faster and faster clips. No wonder Jerry's exhausted, he thought to himself. She fucked him silly.
"My breasts ... my nipples ... please pinch them ..." Jane deliriously mumbled.
Abe grabbed up her swinging, meaty jugs and dug his fingers into the mellow fullness. Jane gasped and her head started whipping again. But she didn't beg him to stop, no, her nipples were exploding like dynamite caps, her breasts felt huge, inflated, close to rupturing with happiness.
"Yes! Yes!" she screamed as the sizzling shaft of fire tore up her spine and fanned out through her limbs. She threw her whole weight back onto the deep-driving prick and squirmed. Her climax was an uncontrollable series of throws from her ass to her head. She pivoted on the filling cock and rocked from side to side with the cheeks of her juice-soaked ass sloshing noisily against Abe's hot hips.
"It feels so great!" she cried.
Abe pumped with all the speed he could muster to enjoy the deep friction of her swirling rectum. But Jane's younger, tighter body was no match for him, she met his every drive with two heaves of her cock-crammed rump.
As her climax came to a peak and ebbed, Abe slipped his wet pecker free of her clinging anus and drove it fiercely into the snug clamp of her cunt. She was no longer dry, his buttered cock was met with saturated cunt walls, walls eager for his stiffness, walls already trembling with a renewed climax.
"In my cunt! Yes! Deep! Hard! Fast!" she yelped with each backward lurch of her body.
He heaved in hard and deep, then held his cock inside as she went berserk on it. Her back arched into a deep bow and her talented hips battered her snatch down on his embedded post until the juice was streaming, spattering, splashing into his matted pubic hair. She's a fountain, he told himself as her whirlpool cunt washed his hot prick without pause.
Jane's knees spread wide apart and her ass pointed back at him like a wedge of soft meat. Abe could feel her cunt gripping and releasing his cock with shuddering speed, her howling breath was a whirl' of noise. He gave the pinched, hard nipples a cruel twist as though they were bottle caps and heard her cry way down deep inside her happy guts. She was loving it all along, everything he did, the more he humiliated and punished her the more aroused she became. Abe decided Jane was very much like her mother ... only with bigger, riper tits.
She could feel him lurch spasmodically into her thrilled box and knew he was close. Jane wanted him to climax but not in there, no, her throat was dry and parched, her lips tingled for the powerful taste of this man's thick semen.
"My mouth ... come in my mouth ... " she begged.
Abe's eyes went wide with surprise. She was asking him, actually pleading for him to cream in her mouth. He gave his pecker a few more squeezing slides into the snatch and pulled it free. He was very close, he could feel the pounding in his body, the pulsations of his cockhead, the tremendous pressure throughout his whole dripping spike.
She twisted around on her knees with great speed and agility. Before Abe could do a thing her head was down and he felt the famished suction of her soft lips. She sucked it deep into her mouth, and while the tongue hugged the base the head drove straight into the squeezing twist of her hungry throat.
"Mmmmmmm " she happily hummed on the throbbing cock it tasted like butter, like her cunt like her asshole ... but the best taste was , still to come.
Abe's giant hands clamped possessively around the back of her head and pressed. Jane's stuffed mouth slid down until the lips were in his pubic hair. The cock erupted. Wild sprays of his heavy cream gushed into the excited suction of her throat. Jane's ass whipped in circles as her own climax ripped through her blissfully sweating body.
She pulled back to feel his cockhead spurt onto her loving tongue, to feel the paste gush between her cheeks and teeth. Then back enough to open-her mouth wide and feel the semen slide on her wet, red lips and trickle out to her chin, her cheeks, her soft, slender throat with the choking cord.
Abe settled back and watched how she fingered the spillage back to her mouth and swallowed. Her eyes glowed with satisfied lust, he was positive this young girl wasn't going to run away. Now now, not after she'd experienced what she'd be leaving.
Jane gulped and felt the lumpy substance soothe down her throat. She hated him, but she enjoyed what he did to her. Perhaps she'd judged him wrong, she thought. Jerry was a murderer, Abe was only a burglar ... could that have anything to do with it? Her swirling mind stopped thinking, she slumped forward and felt him undoing the cords. Her arms fell to her side with a flood of relief she felt her breasts press into the carpet, and she fell asleep.
Tim watched the big-assed man untie his sister, then curl up next to her on the floor. They both slept as he watched and tried to forget what he had just seen. His sister drinking the man's filthy semen down like it was a thick milkshake ... after she cried for him to do it in her mouth ... cried like a dying whore.
He shook his head and tried to drive the beauty of her gracefully humping body out of his mind. Timothy also tried his best to ignore the hot puddle of semen in his pants. He had climaxed too ... right when she screamed for it in the mouth. He closed his eyes but couldn't sleep.