Chapter 5
"Where's mom?" Tim asked.
Jane sat down on the sofa next to him and said? "She's in the bedroom. They won't let me in to see her."
"Why not?" he hysterically asked while sitting up. He looked at the younger of the two men and yelled, "What have you done to my mother!"
Jerry went to his chair and sat. "She's all right." His eyes moved down to hungrily gaze at the round meat of Jane's ass.
"They raped her," Jane said.
"What?" Tim screamed. He sat up, hatred glared in his eyes as he tried to stand.
"Get back down!" Abe bellowed.
But Tim didn't listen. He lurched to his feet and ran for the bedroom door. Abe's big hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and tossed the youngster against the wall. "Dammit! You're not going to listen, are you?"
"You asshole! You fucking bastard!" Tim screamed.
"Get something to tie this little jerk up with," Abe said to Jerry. "He doesn't have enough brains to know when to shut his damned mouth."
Jerry took a knife from the kitchen and cut the cords off the front window blinds. He tossed them to Abe. Tim made one last futile effort to get away by jumping sideways and dashing for the door. But Abe had locked it on the inside and by the time Tim figured that out he felt the heavy body of the man against him.
"Get away from me!" Tim yelled.
Abe's thick stomach and strong arms collapsed around Tim as he whispered, "Yeah, I fucked your mother, kid. And if you don't wise up I'll shove inside you too!"
Tim's face went white and he felt the cord looping around his neck. The stiff cock of Abe speared into the butt of Tim to emphasize the seriousness of his words. Abe put Tim into a kitchen chair and tied his arms back and his ankles down to the chair legs. Tears came from Tim's eyes, tears of frustration and guilt.
He had been out fooling around in the woods fantasizing about some couple he had seen fucking yesterday in a boat, while his mother and sister were attacked by these two beasts. Where was he when they needed him? Fantasizing, dreaming, wishing he was inside some young woman who hadn't even known he was watching, peeking, being just as obscene as these two men.
Jane shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She felt cold, naked, helpless. Now they had Tim, every hope was gone. Her father would be gone for days, her mother was suffering in the bedroom, Tim was tied up, someone had to do something. Her eyes lit on the bikini, the one Abe had taken from her, now sitting discarded and unwatched on the kitchen table.
Tim saw Jane approaching through his tear-streaked eyes and turned his head. All he could focus on was her bareness, the ripe nudity of her crotch and legs and ass. When he looked up her nipples seemed to reach out through the shirt at him ... she was his sister, It was wrong to stare at his sister's nude body.
But Jerry had no problem with his sight. He watched the husky lift and fall of her rump, the way the breasts managed to roll inside the tight shirt, the way her waist was narrow enough to leave loose fabric around her midsection even in such a shrunken top. He saw her reach for the bikini cautiously as Abe busied himself tying Timothy to the chair. He had a good idea what she was up to and decided to let her continue for a while.
Jane slowly moved back to the couch and waited until Jerry looked over at Abe and Tim. Then she dropped the bikini bottoms on the floor and worked her feet inside. Jerry looked back at her, she stopped moving, buried her face in her hands like she was crying and hysterical. Through her fingers she watched him until he looked back at Abe.
Jane pulled the bottoms up fast. Fast enough to get them around her ass before he looked back. She didn't move. Jerry pretended not to see the brilliant red of the suit covering the stark white of her hips and ass. He looked away. Jane leaped for the door and fumbled the lock open.
Abe's head jerked up. "Hey! She's getting out!" he hollered at Jerry.
Jerry watched her tear open the door and dash through. Then he went after her. Perfect ... perfect ... he said to himself. He wanted her outside, to himself, away from the wisecracks and disgusting comments of Abe. Jerry wanted to guarantee they'd be alone when he plunged into the delights of her healthy young body and ripe snatch.
Jane ran down the trail as fast as her bare feet would take her. The sun was low, the afternoon was turning to evening. A limber tree branch slapped at her face as she frantically scrambled toward the dirt road leading to the town. She heard him behind her, heard the crunching leaves and heavy footsteps, Jane plunged into the underbrush and felt the twigs, vines, leaves tearing at her in an attempt to hold her back.
Jerry paced himself. He let her stay far enough ahead to think she might get away, but he didn't once let her out of his sight. The rounded beauty of her ass was even more exciting when she ran, he saw the sides of her breasts flopping back and forth, saw her glance back in terror. He would chase her until she was exhausted.
Jane broke from the thick brush into a clearing and saw the dirt road on the other side, With a cry she threw herself at full speed across the tender green grass. But her legs felt numb, they wouldn't go as fast as she wanted, her dry mouth and throat were screaming for air, her lungs felt like they were going to collapse. Her foot hit a rock, she stumbled off balance but didn't fall to the grass.
Jerry was hardly winded when he tackled her. He caught her low, just above the knees, and brought her struggling body down to the ground. Jane twisted free and kicked at his face. With a dull thud Jerry was knocked to his side. She scrambled to her knees and crawled for the road.
He grabbed her slim ankle and jerked. Jane fell flat on her stomach and groaned. "Noooooooooooo ..." she cried. "Please let me go! Nooooo ... "
As though he was climbing a tree Jerry used his hands to methodically mount her tired body. He climbed to her waist and upward while his face brushed against the proud curve of her ass; then he moved to her shoulders and pinned her under him.
"Leave me alone!" she screeched with her last breath.
He moved his anxious hand up under the back of the tee-shirt and let it slide along the smooth flesh. Jane tried to roll away but he was now astride her, riding her like a collapsed horse, sitting on the small of her back, and enjoying his captive young filly. The hand brushed across her back, soothed her, tried to calm her enough to reach around and under.
Jane inhaled and tried to reason. "Please don't touch me. I'll go back, I was stupid to try and get away."
He didn't say anything. His hand forced around her waist until it dug into the soft meat of her gasping belly.
"God! No!" she screamed. She tried to beat back with her fists and elbows, but he was out of reach. The hand pushed up to her ribs and Jane felt her flesh tremble with fear. He was going for her tits, trying to force his hand up to them. She pressed herself against the grass and dirt as hard as she could. The massive breasts flattened out like thick, delicious pancakes.
Jerry had expected that. He dug his other hand down until it circled her slim throat, then he lifted. Jane had the choice of rising up and letting the hand get to her breasts or choking ... she lifted up with a sob.
The delicate flesh of her pink nipples felt like puffs of cotton against his palm as Jerry cupped each beautiful tit. He finally let her throat go and Jane pressed back to the ground. His grasping hand was trapped between the earth and her tit; she forced it into his squeezing fingers.
"Ahhhhh! No!" Jane sobbed as she tried to pull up and get the hand away.
His other arm circled under her shoulder and pulled back hard in a half-nelson grip. Jane was helpless, her one arm twisted up next to her head, her breast being felt with his searching, rubbing fingers and hand. Wet tears streamed from her face as she pleaded with him, "Don't! Please don't do this to me ..."
"I'm gonna do it, kid," Jerry said. "You better quit fighting and enjoy it if you don't want me to get any rougher."
"NOOOOOOO!"
He rolled to his side and she came with him. But she was still helpless as he tightened his grip around her shoulder and on her neck. His hand left the mellow flesh of the breast and dug down to the scanty bikini bottoms.
"No! No! No!" she cried while trying to kick. But he was behind her, and she kept missing, as hard as she tried. His fingers tore into the top of the pants. Jane grabbed his wrist with her free hand and tried to pull him away, tried desperately to keep his filthy fingers from getting in there.
Jerry was too strong for her. He shoved his hand into the bikini bottoms and felt the trembling fear of her sleek skin. His fingers touched the hair and paused to brush through it before digging deeper. When she felt his hand drive down between her thighs and the fingers twisting up into the moist sensitivity of her cunt, Jane went berserk. She tried to hit him with her elbow, she kicked violently, but she only opened herself wide to him. The more she struggled the deeper he dug.
"Please! God! Help!" she shrieked as his wiggling finger met the wet lips of her opening and slid inside.
Jerry hated causing her pain by applying pressure to the half-nelson, but her struggles grew stronger, she tried heaving herself away from his probing hand. Her round rump jammed back against his crotch and smothered the stiff erection in his pants with hot, furiously fighting meat. He sank his finger keep into the squirming lips of her juicy twat.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed as her backside jackknifed hard into his groin. It hit him at exactly the right time, as he was inhaling. The breath caught in his throat and Jerry coughed, then he choked. It was enough time for the unwilling young girl to jerk away from his hands and arms. She rolled onto the grass, realized she was free, and jumped up into a run.
Her long, gold hair trailed behind her like exhaust flames as she lowered her head and dashed for the road. Jerry got up, swallowed the pain in his guts and sped after her. He caught up as she came to the end of the clearing and threw himself full force at her swinging fanny.
"Uhhhhhh! Nooooo...." she groaned, as he pulled her forcefully back down. Her elbow caught his chin with a sharp blow, a trickle of blood came from Jerry's lip.
"Dammit!" he howled. His fist jammed into the tenderness of her belly and with a gush of escaping air Jane was senseless.
Anger showed in his eyes as he grabbed the white shirt and ripped. It split apart, and her two luscious tits sprang free to stare at him with pink, juicy nipples. But Jerry was too furious to enjoy the tits now, his hands grabbed at the bikini bottoms and tried to rip them too.
"Nooooo ... Please...." she weakly groaned. "Don't rip my ... "
They snapped apart at the hip and half Jane's lush belly and crotch were exposed. He tugged at the remaining material until it was down to her ankle. Jane strained for each painful breath, she heaved for air, her mind swirled with confusion and darkness; she had never exerted herself so thoroughly before.
His hands were kneading into her tits, squeezing, feeling the ripe fullness and velvet smoothness of each mound. The pink nipples unwillingly drew together into puckered cones of red heat as his fingers pinched into them. Jane felt her body becoming aroused, she knew there was no fight left in her. With a pitiful, resigned moan, she threw her face to the side and sobbed.
Jerry gasped for each breath too. She was a wildcat all right, a real fighter. She had one hell of a body and put up a hell of a fight to protect it. But now he had won the war, to the victor go the spoils ... and there was nothing spoiled about the fresh tenderness of her youthful, firm body.
"Oh...." she cried as his hands started roaming down her belly toward the sensitive area of her crotch. His mouth clamped down on one nipple and sucked the tasty bud deep inside. She felt her breast grow amazingly warm, felt it swell with pleasure after the heat of the battle.
His hand slid between her thighs and pressed into the matted and wet hair of her cunt. A finger gently worked at the pussy lips until they parted and let it inside. As Jane felt the small probe sliding into her body she grimaced, more to strain back the thrilling impulses it was arousing than anything else.
"Please ... oh, my God," she sobbed helplessly.
Jerry trailed his tongue down across the sugary plateau of flesh from her breasts to the wisping gold hair. He wanted to eat her, wanted to suck her snatch until she climaxed into his drinking mouth. When Jane realized it was his tongue now working at her hole, now pushing inside to explore and taste, she shivered. She had dreamed of being eaten out ... but she had never expected it to happen this way.
Her hands and arms were thrown back above her head as she felt his warm, pliant tongue filling the void in her cunt. As it licked deep it caused a flow of lubricating mucus. Her thighs were hot, her clitoris was hard, her whole cunt was burning as he mouthed it with relish.
When her right hand felt the hard object, Jane became still. It was a rock, round, about the size of a fist. Her fingers wrapped around it tight and she held her breath to wait for the exactly right moment. He pushed her thighs wide apart and burrowed his head deep between she felt his tongue reach deeper than before it stabbed into her like a greased cock.
Jane waited, feeling his mouth, knowing he would soon dig real deep again ... that was the time. Now his tongue tip was dancing against her clitoris, teasing, torturing the thing into insane pulsations and hip-twisting urges. She couldn't hold her breath, it felt like the tongue was tearing her box to shreds, making it catch fire and explode. The tongue slid deep into the soft-tissued channel of her twat.
She lifted the rock up high and held tight. The muscles of her arm flexed and she prepared to smash it down on his vulnerable head. She blinked, moved the arm slightly back, braced herself ... and felt her cunt shudder with joy. The rock dropped from her hand and an overwhelming climax echoed throughout the tongue-whipped hole of her lifting, twisting crotch.
"Ohhhhhh...." she sighed. "Ohhhhhh ... "
Jerry speared his tongue into the flexing, vibrating hole and tasted the flowing juice of her happy snatch. She was driving her pussy up to his face, begging for more, rubbing her wet cream across his mouth and chin as the climax kept overflowing from the hole. Her hands grabbed at his head to keep it there and her sweet ass lifted high; it was wonderful, so warm, so thrilling, so wet and beautiful.
"Ummmmmm," she moaned with happiness.
The climax passed through her body like a torrent of boiling rain until her hips stopped jerking and came to rest. Jerry sat back and smiled, he had done it. She was like putty now, anything he did from now on would be all right with her. He had fought, won, and now conquered.
As he undid his pants and slid them away Jane stared at his long, limber cock through glazed eyes. It seemed gigantic, impossible for her to take. A tremble of fear shook her mouth as she gulped and prayed he'd be gentle.
But Jerry had other plans before seeing how well her snatch would hold him, no, he wanted to teach this young thing a few pleasures first. He kneeled next to her head and held his cock in his hand. "Lift up and kiss it," he said. "Kiss my cockhead and it'll treat you well."
Even at eighteen Jane had never found the courage to put her mouth on any of her boyfriends' cocks. But she had always wondered what it would be like. Now she knew she had no choice, there was no decision to make, she lifted up like a feeding calf, puckered her soft, full lips, and as though it was the head of a cobra, kissed Jerry's glans. The gentle press of her lips made spears of excitement run down his cock, and when she didn't lower back down Jerry smiled. "Now take it in your mouth. Lick it."
The beaten young girl obeyed instantly. Her hot mouth collapsed around the tasty pole and drenched it with saliva. Her tongue wrapped around the filling cock like a mink stole and she sucked hard to overwhelm her taste buds with the fleshy flavor of her first blowjob.
Her mouth was eager and hungry as it worked more and more cock inside, as it slurped and gurgled happily on the slick-headed spike. Jerry felt his whole body growing warm, he fondled her breasts and pinched the nipples. Her mouth sucked hard and started to pump like a cunt on him. He pinched the nipples harder, she sucked and ground her sweltering mouth down hard. She was trying to spear it down her throat.
He used both hands to torture her nipples with vise-like pinches as her head bobbed faster and faster. Each time she took a little more inside until the cockhead was hitting her tonsils ... Jamming into the deep delicacy of her throat. Then, with a voracious gulp, Jane managed to get the cock past the bend of her throat and deep down inside. She thought her neck was going to split.
He lowered his head down to her vacant widespread crotch and once more lashed his tongue into her waiting, still dripping snatch. Jane's body quickly responded by heaving at his face, the thighs straining far apart until his tongue slid deep into her hungry cavity.
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred on her mouthful of digging prick.
Jerry licked inside, then traveled around the loose flesh of her vaginal lips before sweeping back. He wanted to eat her ass, to taste the white melons of perfect meat, to suck her asshole until she spilled her guts out an him. When his tongue tip touched the tiny pink hole, Jane's body stiffened. He circled it several times before she managed to relax.
Then he pressed into the tight pucker with increasing force. The hole refused to open, it rode in with the push of his tongue until it could go no more. The colon gave way and Jerry's pointed tongue slid slowly inside the delicious squeeze of her splendid asshole to feel the slick tissues.
"Uhhhhhhh ... Mmmmmmmm ..." Jane sighed, while running her tongue around the rim of his glans as though it was a piece of hard candy. She lovingly kissed the cockhead and drove it far into her throat with one happy lunge.
The cock was stiff and hard, it pounded with pressure between Jane's lips and she hoped it would climax. She wanted to suck his cream, taste it, feel it fill her cheeks and trickle down her throat. Yes, that was a real blowjob, she told herself. One where the man creams into your sucking mouth. She pumped vigorously to arouse the pecker to the bursting point.
When Jerry pulled himself away and tried to free his cock he had to struggle. The little girl was eating him so hungrily he was worried the cock might go off before he fucked her.
"Nooo ..." she begged. "Let me suck it off. "Cream in my mouth, please ..."
She looked so unhappy, so lost when he pushed her down on the ground that Jerry almost decided to pass up the pleasure of screwing her just to let her suck him up to a climax. But his groin was aching to settle between her thighs and he pushed her legs a part. Jane inhaled, he was going to try and get his large cock inside her tight, small pussy.
Jerry knew it was small because he had completely explored it with his hands and tongue. But it was young, firm, resilient. She could handle him ... it might hurt at first, but she'd take it like the fighter she was. The snatch was coated with slickness, and he pressed the blunt head of his cock into the slippery lips until they separated.
"This may hurt," he said.
She stared up at him, her eyes no longer flashed with hatred, now they showed respect. "Please go easy."
He put his weight behind the long prick and felt it force against the inadequate opening. Jane sucked a lip into her mouth, closed her eyes, lifted her cunt up against the probe. Jerry gave it more pressure, she twisted, the head muscled inside the screaming lips of the twat.
Jane didn't cry out but tears formed on the lids of her closed eyes. It hurt as though it was a branding iron. She wasn't a virgin, but her cunt had never received anything like this before. She took deep breaths to relax and it helped. Jerry worked his pecker in and out of her lips until they became accustomed to his size, before starting into her deeper pussy.
But the slowness was too painful for Jane, she cried out through tight lips, "Do it! Shove it in! Do it all at once!"
His hips plunged down and the full length of Jerry's tremendous pecker crashed brutally into the shocked and tender tissues of her delicate hole.
"Aaaauuugh!" she cried as the pains ripped up her spine and throbbed at her temples.
But she didn't pull away, in fact, her hips Jerked up at him to spur him on. He pulled far back and stabbed back inside the tightly hugging snatch. Another groan of pain came from her but she fought it and threw herself up once more. On the next deep drive the unbearable stinging was gone, her pussy had lost the resistance, it was kissing the wonderful pecker.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, as she felt how full and complete she was, how thoroughly stuffed with manly cock. Her nipples were hard and she licked her lips just before the sudden climax convulsed from her guts.
She bucked up and twisted wildly around his plunging pecker as a loud howl of happiness bellowed from her throat. "Yeeeeesssss!"
Hot flashes of uncontrollable fire ripped through her limbs as the pecker drove the cunt into senseless jerks and clamps. Her ass flexed hard as she lifted for more, the anus snuggled between the cheeks tingled and pulsated with joy. Jerry smashed deep and enjoyed the way her tight snatch tried to strangle his cock with endless squeezes of juice-dripping pressure.
He slid his hands under her prime ass and held her hips high while banging into the choking twat with great speed. He wanted to keep the climax going, to drive her straight into another one before his own cock splashed honey inside the snugness of her glazed nest.
"It's so great!" she cried. "It feels so great!"
His ass blurred with speed and she clipped up to greet the driving spike with her juices dripping snatch. Her wetness was complete and overflowing down to coat his balls with thick mucus. But Jerry was on a direct course, he could feel his guts shivering and preparing to unload.
The tall green grass tickled at Jane's bare ass as it swung so happily under Jerry, the grass also brushed his testicles until getting coated with juice and bending down to the earth. The wet balls heaved forward with each thrust and slammed into the soft cushion of her dripping ass. Their bodies matched rhythm and Jane had never felt so good in her life ... she was being screwed by a man-he was a bad man, a violent man, but he was all man.
Jerry collapsed down on her sweating body and felt the feel of full breasts squashing under his chest. His cock was throbbing without stop, his balls were screaming, his molten cream was rising. It flowed through his cock with heaves and felt like burning sand until it sprayed free with a splattering gush inside her twisting, climaxing cunt.
"Oh! Yes!" Jane screamed as she felt the thick sap of his trunk fill her hole.
But Jerry remembered her plea to taste his cream and quickly withdrew his spilling rod. Jane's eyes opened with surprise as he mounted her and squirted white paste across the tender nipples of each tit. She saw what he was doing and lunged with open mouth for the fountain of sperm. It hit her lips with a spray before getting inside and rewarding her with a full pump of seething hot, tangy sperm.
"Mmmmm...." she murmured while using her lips to drain the cock completely.
Jerry was out of breath. The chase, the fight, the victorious climax were too much. He dropped to his back and didn't care if she ran away now; he'd gotten what he wanted. But Jane wasn't about to flee. Her fingers scooped the delicious cream from her breasts and brought it to her mouth and tongue. She licked it down and searched for more.
It was there. Inside her well-fucked snatch. She scooped two fingers inside and felt it flow onto them, then gingerly she withdrew the fingers and brought them to her mouth. The sperm was intermingled with the taste of her own cunt and Jane swallowed it all down delicious tasty, a delicacy for the total woman.
His cock was only half hard when she lowered down and kissed it on the head. What an amazing thing, she thought to herself, one minute so tough and hard, the next soft and helpless. She knew it would be hours before he could get it up again, painful, empty hours of agonized waiting.
Jerry felt her tugging his arm and opened his eyes. "Come on," she said. "You better get me back before your friend comes out looking for us."
Jerry shook himself and wondered just who the rapist was around here.