Chapter 11
The remainder of the week and the beginning of the following week passed quickly enough, Rachel mentally fogged because of all that was happening. Most of the day she was learning to hate her pa, but the two times each day he either fucked her, sucked her, or made her go down on him, she went into a stupor, loving everything she did.
Because she never complained, Jack took extra pains to wash himself a little, something he had never done with Susan because his wife had always bellyached about his not being clean enough for her. But now the big test was coming.
It was Wednesday, and Jack had passed the word around that he had gotten rid of his wife because she was no damn good, and that he was going to use his daughter, instead. He told all the men who were going to join in the Wednesday night gang-bang, that Rachel didn't just lie there like Susan did. Rachel was as clean as Susan, as sweet-smelling, as delectable, but she knew how to move her ass. Anyone wanting to join in would have to shell out seven bucks.
The men, who until recently had been paying him a dollar each, and then two dollars that last time to use Susan, were irritated because they felt the price-hike was too much. But Jack told them if they didn't pay up, they didn't get Rachel, who was fresher and younger and a helluva lot better than his former wife.
Eventually all of them grudgingly paid the price and came to Jack's house. Rachel was already naked in the bedroom, and the men were surprised Jack had not tied her up, nor was he using the caged spider with which he had threatened his wife for so many years. In fact, as soon as the men were crowded into the room, ten inside, with forty outside waiting their turn, Jack walked out.
"Paw," Rachel called out, somewhat afraid, being left alone with ten bearded men, all of whom were more than old enough to be her father, one of them more than likely her natural father.
"Yer paw ain't gonna help you, honey," Al Danfield, the white-haired old man in the group told her. He had drawn the lucky ticket to go first, and he was widely grinning at her. "'Sides, he gets his kicks jes' watchin' us slip it to yer maw, so you kin bet he'd jes' as soon watch us fuck you, too. Leave 'im alone and enjoy ever'thin, honey."
Rachel stood near the bed in her father's bedroom, frozen to the spot for the moment. Were they really intent on using her the way they always had used her ma? She didn't watch everything the last time, but toward the end she knew more than one man was jumping on the poor woman, all at the same time.
Al Danfield moved closer to her. He was short, almost wizened, probably weakened from having had too much corn liquor to drink. He looked near death.
"Hey, Rachel," he told her. "We done paid yer paw in good faith. From what he tells us, you really dig a good screwin', so don't fight it, honey. Right now it's mah turn."
Other voices in the room chimed in loudly saying, "Me next."
"Then me."
"Hey don't forget, I got Lucky Pierre."
Rachel felt sick, hearing each of the ten men voice his own opinion as to when it was his turn. Fifty men for tonight all told. Forty were still waiting in the living room. How had her mother been able to handle so many?
She didn't have time to think anything more because Al Danfield grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.
Standing over her, he dropped his coveralls and she was amazed that such a short old man should have such a long penis. It swung lewdly from between his thighs, rigid and ready. His testicles dangled loosely in a great profusion of black, wiry hair, attesting to the fact that the hair on his head had turned white long before it was supposed to do so.
Al stood directly over Rachel, and he looked down at the softness of her smoothly textured skin, flexing his thighs so that his huge, massive rod soared straight out in it's blood-bloated desire to be buried inside her. Her skin looked like white porcelain wherever her dress normally covered it, and like tan doeskin elsewhere. Her breasts had started growing a little, probably from all the mauling they were getting this past week. They wobbled back and forth on her chest with her breathing.
Rachel's eyes swept dazedly over the enormous genitals directly over her face, staring as if she were in some kind of nightmare. She understood only too well what was going to happen to her. In order to forestall it, she slid away from him, leaped to her feet and tried backing away, only to see all the other men around the bed, just waiting for her to move toward them.
Al Danfield didn't bother waiting. He moved to her, catching her roughly against him and all but swallowing her mouth with his. Rachel didn't like the feel or the smell of the man, so she began to fight but the resistance she put up was weak. She was no longer used to nakedly struggling with men. Her hands pushed vainly at the old, wrinkled, fleshy body pressed so possessively against hers.
His rough, masculine, wrinkled hands roamed over the soft mounds of her growing breasts. He crushed them, pinching the reddened nipples, nipples normally tan but now filled with an excess of blood. Then his hands swept with ever-increasing urgency over her rounded shoulders, moving down her back to the voluptuous melon-like fruit of her twin buttocks. She knew now there would be no escape for her. She was trapped as her mother had been trapped, a slave to her father's desire for earning money without working for it. He was, in essence, her pimp.
Rachel uttered little cries of loathing, but the sounds coming from her mouth were little more than lost whispers. She felt helpless to prevent the pain that was to come, pain that no even her father tried inflicting on her any longer. Humiliation filled her as a result of it all.
The crowd of men standing around the bed were panting heavily as they stared. Everyone felt the heavy tension in the air, as well as desire swelling in their loins while each man waited his turn with the helpless girl.
With a violently brutal heave, letting Rachel know the man was much stronger than he looked, Al Danfield threw the helpless girl once again on the bed. She lay there, totally vulnerable, her thighs spread wide apart, tears rolling down her cheeks as the humiliation became more and more keenly felt. Al hurled himself on top of Rachel, letting his wrinkled body lay on her voluptuously curved young flesh.
Rachel uttered a low scream and tried hard to weakly push the man off her. He laughed, holding her down as his trembling hands moved over the supple softness of her slender thighs, kneading her helpless flesh, grasping it in ripples between his roughly demanding fingers.
His hungry slavering mouth began devouring the ripening softness of her quivering young breasts, biting them so that his teeth left marks on her delicate white flesh. The other men grumbled when they saw that. Jack would note the teeth marks too, and he would get angry. He didn't like his women being marred. Al Danfield would be excluded from the next get-together. He sucked her nipples strongly so that groans of helpless sorrow ripped from her hoarse throat.
Then the white-haired man moved up on her, once more swallowing her full, girlish lips with his own again. He pulled back her solid thighs though she struggled to keep them lying flat on the bed, doing her utmost to keep them closed beneath him. The tender labia leading to her soft, pink feminine culvert-that tunnel which was to give him unutterable delight, shone wetly, unguarded for all the men in the room to see and drool over.
His hand went down to his rigid cock. The organ jerked convulsively between her trembling thighs as a knee forced her legs to painfully separate. The head of his cock brushed itself up and down over the lips of her vagina, trying to find the tiny little hole where it would enter her. His rod, with its great bared head was almost purple with blood as it rubbed teasingly against the vulnerable slash.
Rachel lay there, her arms stretched wide as if she had been nailed to a horizontal cross. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she waited, feeling the penis press slowly into her narrow channel. Then there was a quick hip-throwing lunge as the old man slammed the full length of his rigid red cock into the squeezing tightness of her oily cuntal closure.
To Rachel, it felt as if the penis was entering her with a tearing motion as her hips began to frantically jerk up and down. She was dry inside, not the least bit prepared for this impalement, and as a result she screamed out her agony. The men cheered Al Danfield on.
He began sawing his cock mercilessly into her, making her helpless torso wriggle from side to side on the mattress. She moaned and gasped, feeling totally alone and unable to fight back. Now she understood the full horror her mother had undergone for fifteen years, and she was determined she would not bear up under this for such a period of time.
She did her best to shove with her fists, wanting to push this horrid old-looking man off her, but she eventually gave up and she simply lay there, her entire body twitching under the pain she was feeling because of the pounding her dry cunt was undergoing. Fire blazed between her legs, but it was agonizing fire, and not arousing flare-ups.
The other men had been standing around, watching, drooling, waiting, yet now unable to wait as they watched. Each man's pants bulged from the pressure of a rigid cock, underneath.
Under the surprisingly heavy weight of this old-looking man, Rachel's breasts rose sharply to indicate how much she was suffering, as if he was knocking all the wind out of her. Her bottom slithered from side to side in an effort to relieve the pain of his continual relentless thrusting and withdrawal. Her face was wet with tears, feeling for the first time no pleasure at all in the copulating process. Rather she was filled with shame and humiliation. When he thrust particularly hard into her dry well, she squeaked with pain. She had never felt so uncomfortable with a cock in her, before. It wasn't as if Al was bigger than her pa. Hell, no! But her pa always made sure her cunt was wet before he dicked her.
The great, throbbing phallus slipped in and out, in and out, moving with greater and greater ease as his seeping oils lubricated the way. At the same time her own glands were being stimulated, and against her will she was starting to oil up, inside. Soon the massive cock of Al Danfiels was embedded in the depths of her teeming belly, sunk as far as possible.
His wrinkled, arthritic hands began moving over her helpless body, clutching her all over in his hungry passion for her. He caught her shoulders, her neck, caressed her face and then reached down and squeezed her asscheeks, crushing them solidly in his fingers. He moved his hands between them and rubbed her clitoris, then manipulated her cuntlips with his fingers, making them twitch as he continued pounding his phallic length in and out of her shuddering pussy.
His slavering mouth opened wide and covered her tear-filled, lovely face with a series of heatedly wet kisses. Grunts came from the hungering depths of his throat, and his tensing and untensing buttocks slowed, moving with strong, deliberate pushes now. The man slitered his knobby knees closer to her upturned buttocks now as if he wanted to push his cock right through her and nail her to the mattress.
He scooped her thighs up and pushed her knees far over her head so that she looked unreal in that painfully contorted position. Her body was actually bent double with her toes actually touching the mattress behind her.
He continued moving more and more slowly, trying to thrust that much deeper with every forward drive, shoving into her upturned buttocks, grinding slowly, small gasps coming from his lips, until suddenly, a long, aching flood of breath came ripping from his throat.
"YYYYYYYY AAAAARRRRRRRR GGGGG HH-H-H-HHAAAA NNNGG HHHUUUUNNNGGG HHHHHHAAA UUUUUUNNNN
GGGHHHAAAGGGH-H-HHH-HUUUUU RRRRGGGHHHH AAAGGGGGHH-HH-HH!" he bellowed as his fast-shooting blasts of sperm swept up into Rachel's battered passageway, pouring deep into the shuddering depths of her quivering belly.
The man's gasps were accompanied by similar gasps as well as harried and frenzied expressions from the many men around the room as he sank exhaustedly on top of the girl, letting her legs finally flop back down almost lifelessly on either side of him.
The other men, all standing around, hot and flushed, were anxious to be next to rape the lovely girl. But each one had to wait his turn. At least they were ahead of the forty still waiting in the other room.
Slowly the first of Rachel's ravishers crawled from her shuddering body, all but falling to the floor, leaving her sprawled and sobbing, totally immobile for the moment on the bed. Her legs law obscenely spread apart. She had no strength left to even shut them.
The indignities perpetrated on her young being had only just begun. The next man was Zeke Weiss, the man she had seen rape her mother the previous week, and it was obvious he was getting a charge out of fucking his cock into the daughter after having used the mother for so long. In honor of the occasion, he had taken his first bath in nearly a year, as a result, he didn't stink of rotten onions. He simply smelled like a garbage dump. The instant he shoved his cock into her, he began coming.
What Zeke did seemed to be a signal to the other men, because they, one at a time, shoved their cocks into her cunt, and with little or no stroking, fired one wad after another into her. In no time the ten were filing out of the room, their place taken by the next ten.
This time, Rachel was turned on her belly and forced to her knees, her rounded buttocks stretched wide apart. The smooth, supple skin pulled aside to uncover her narrow little anus, an anus now elastically used to yielding to long cocks. Then one man after another forced his throbbing rod into the narrow tightness of her ass hole. The thicker cocks had more difficulty than the others, but his entire group of ten only wanted her asshole, and that was where they fucked her.
Almost insane with humiliation and pain, Rachel sobbed in torment as the next ten men alternated between her asshole and her cunt. One of the men rubbed his cock between her breasts and shot his load against her throat.
The fourth group of ten took her on in groups of five. One man plugged into her cunt, one man shoved his cock into her right hand, a third man shoved his cock into her left hand, and the next two men pushed their penises between her big toes and the toes next to them. They blasted sperm all over her helpless body.
The second group of five men did the same thing, only the men using her feet used her little toes and the toes next to them. Once again white froth splattered all over Rachel.
Then the fifth group of ten came in. They seemed more depraved than the others, perhaps from having to wait around so long. One man actually tried screwing into her navel, and when he came, he did fill her belly button with his sperm. Two other men had her jerk their cocks with the tips against her ears, as if trying to fuck her in the ears. They shot their loads all over the sides of her neck. Two other men rubbed the tips of their penises into her nostrils and blasted seminal fluid into her sinuses. Then she sat up and took two penises under her armpits from behind, while yanking on two more with her hands, feeling all four come as if at once, all over her belly and arms.
The men filed out, and Rachel was certain the ordeal was over. God! What a horrible nightmare. She didn't think she would ever be able to go through anything like that again. She was just beginning to relax, when another man walked into the room. She recognized him as the local sheriff, and now she understood why the law never came down on her pa for running a still.
The sheriff leered down at her helpless body all covered with sperm and he un-sipped his fly.
"No . . . " she begged, weeping, not having had an orgasm from one of the other forty-nine men. "No more, please . . . no more . . . I can't take it."
But it was obvious the sheriff intended ignoring her pleas as he had obviously ignored her mother's pleas all those years. There was a grin of lascivity on his fat face.
"Sorry ah was a bit late for the fun, honey," he told her. "But as a lawman, ah got mah duties to perform, and there was some nothern folks ah had caught in a speed trap. Ah hadda fine them a hunnert bucks each afore comin'. But ah'm glad ah made it, and ah'n sure you're glad ah'm here, too."
She looked at the sheriff with a horrified stare on her face. She wondered what more the sheriff intended doing to her since she had been violated in just about every way, Licking her lips, she suddenly realized no one had used her mouth. It was as if this one time her mouth had been saved for this man. God! She was so dazed, she was certain anything the sheriff did would kill her.
Whatever she thought didn't seem to disturb the fat, greasy looking man. He shucked his pants.
Suddenly there was a movement around her head, and Rachel felt the mattress of the bed beginning to sink under the tremendous weight of the man near her. He turned her head toward him, and his fingers were all but tearing at her lips, trying to pry them apart. Angry that she should be so abused, she actually sank her teeth into the man's fat fingers.
"Why you li'l bitch!" the sheriff roared, and he dug his fingers into her jaw hinges, forcing her mouth to open against her will.
Her eyes had been squeezed shut all this time, but now she opened them and stared at the monstrous organ the sheriff was displaying. It looked like something belonging to a dinosaur. He was jerking on the cock, making certain it was as still as stone, and he was panting heavily, all the more intent on fucking her mouth.
"Honey, y'all are gonna kiss and lick the old cock, 'cause iffn you don't, ah'm gonna run yer paw in fer operatin' a still without a license. When ah do that, ah'll have to run you in, too. They'll send y'to womens' prison where you'll be rapped with a broomhandle fer the rest of yer life."
The thought of this nauseating fat man's gigantic sequoia log cramming itself into her throat made Rachel want to throw up. She opened her mouth to scream. But before any sound came from her throat, the sheriffs prying fingers held her mouth wide open, and he shoved his solidly stiff, throbbing cock against her unwilling lips.
He lifted her head by tugging on her hair, then yanked her sperm-smeared face forward so that the head of his throbbing cock buried itself in the narrow opening between her lips. She tried to clench her teeth together before the head of his penis moved between them, but the fat man was not to be denied. With an extra hard-driving thrust he forced his throbbing penis into the wet warmth of her narrow little mouth, letting it soak in her saliva. God! It was so huge, it forced her jaws wide apart to the point where she feared she would have a dislocated jaw. The penis slithered across the length of her tiny tongue, jamming against her palate, and filling her mouth with its clogging thickness.
The overweight man became more aroused and incited at the sight of his weighty cock slowly being devoured by the tiny mouth of this adorable-looking girl. In his eyes she was an extension of her mother, a woman he had fucked regularly for the past eight years, in her mouth, her asshole, and her cunt, ever since becoming sheriff of the county. In fact, Rachel's youth made her look even more appealing than her mother, and even more intriguing was the fact that her mouth, while seemingly smaller, was holding more and more of his cock. In fact, he was pushing the head into her throat, and even though she was gagging and choking, somehow or other, his cock was fitting down there, the tight ring of her gullet squeezing around the penis, making the sensations in him that much more enjoyable.
Rachel struggled desperately against the obscenely cruel rape of her helpless mouth. But her arms were unable to move, being worn out, and she found her struggles useless as the man quickened his penil thrusts in and out of her squeezing oral orifice. He never once pulled it out completely, and she was certain each time he shoved the flesh plug back into her esophagus, that she would strangle on it. She moaned piteously, but the guffawing sheriff ignored her cries as he continued pumping his hard cock in and out.
She shut her eyes again, not wanting to stare at the thick length of salami-like sausage he was continually cramming and re-cramming down her throat. She felt herself subjected to the lowest form of humiliation possible. Her entire body seemed numb and void, totally without any kind of feeling, insensitive to anything and everything around her. She was in a trancelike state, and as if from a long way away she heard the sheriffs voice ordering her, "Suck, damn you, suck!"
Without thinking, she obeyed, her lips reacting, tightening around the phallic prod. She was afraid of the further agony she might have to endure if she disobeyed, and so her lips worked again and again around the throbbing length of pole. She nibbled and sucked and all but chewed at the continually thrusting instrument that dug into her pharynx, choking and sputtering each time he rammed it too far down her throat. Little by little her gullet widened even to this man's enormous thickness, and she found herself becoming accustomed to this unnatural rape.
Rachel tried hard not to think about what was happening to her, but every time the man pushed his penis down her gullet, shoving it seemingly deeper into the tenderness of her narrow throat, she felt his heavy, sweaty testicles bumping against her small chin, cruelly reminding her of the depravity he was performing on her.
The saliva in her mouth became thick and heavy because she was unable to swallow. It was growing stickier with the man's constant oily emissions, the fluid seeping from the narrow slip in his cock that would soon be shooting forth sperm.
Rachel was aware of the paunchy man gasping as he strained his hips forward. He all but punched his cock into her mouth, each thrust feeling as if it were to be the last before he attained his spasmodic satisfaction and poured glue down her gullet.
God! Rachel thought. Iffn he comes in my mouth, ah'm sure enough gonna be sick.
His fingers had woven themselves through her hair, the one part of her that miraculously had no sperm and he forced her head to bob back and forth as he shoved his pulsating rod in and out of her tenderly narrow throat. He shoved the cock into her mouth as if it were a cunt, and soon he would be spewing his seed down there. His eyes stared at the way her lips tightly clamped themselves around the throbbing thickness of his shuddering prick.
Rachel felt the continued thickening, stretching and expanding of his hard cock in her narrow little mouth. For a while her mouth had adjusted to the thickness, but now it was seemingly impossible. He was getting even thicker and her mouth wouldn't enlarge any more. She continued her piteous moaning, hoping somehow the man would take pity on her, but it was all in vain. The man was concerned solely with his pleasures, and he was the kind of man who would never give a damn about anyone else's suffering, anyway. That was why he had been selected by Luke Kelly to be the next sheriff. God! She felt so helplessly debauched, hating every moment of this, vowing to herself that somehow or other she would run away rather than face another Wednesday night like this.
Rachel began sucking the lawman's throbbing instrument with greater lip pressure, deciding her best chance to finish all this would be to make the man come as quickly as possible. She was a helpless teenage girl, alone and at the mercy of all the men in the county at this point, but especially at the mercy of her father. Seeing the way this minion of the law behaved toward her, the helpless girl understood she would never receive mercy or tenderness from any man in the future, and if anyone was going to help her, it had to be herself.
With any luck, this would be the last man for the night. Then she'd get some sleep and follow her mother's example by taking a two hour bath in the creek, tomorrow. The trouble was, a lot of people in the county would see her bathing there, and they would know she had been forced to take her mother's place. Now they would be pointing fingers at her and whispering about her as they had her mother.
Tough the sheriff outwardly appeared in no hurry to finish this, Rachel knew from the twitching in his urethra that he was close to his culmination. Her lips pursed themselves all the more strongly around his pulsating penis, and each time he pulled back, she took care to suck that much more strongly around the corona, especially on the sensitive underside, where her tongue waggled from side to side. The penis was thickening even more, widening her lips, stretching them to the breaking point.
Abruptly the man was jerking his hips as he gripped her hair tightly and shoved the full length of his thickly throbbing cock down her gullet, forcing the bloated head into the deepest part of her throat. She fought the breathe, but this time she wasn't even able to draw air through her nostrils.
Then the strangest thing happened. As the penile head rubbed itself back and forth in the tightness of her esophagus, flickering sensations heralding the oncoming of one of her own orgasms began building inside her. Somehow, in some way, her sucking of this cock was triggering a maddening sensation in her body, and she was going to climax, herself.
Her head whirled and blackness seemed to surround her as winking stars went on and off, and then she was hitting the top of the rainbow all over again. "GGGGH-HHH-HHHUUUU RRRRRRKKGGGG LLLLCCCCC HHHH GGGJJJJJ UUUPPPH-HHH-HHAAAWW WAAAUUUUGGHHH LLLAAARRR GGGGGHHHH CCCCC HHHHHH!" she gagged, choking, ready to strangle to death in her moment of ecstasy.
From what seemed a long, long distance away, she heard a deep masculine bellow. "WWWWWW AAAAAH-HHH-HH-OOOO
WWWAAAUUUUU WWWWWAAA GGGGH-H-HHHAAAAAAAA GGGGGLLL
AAAAAUUUUUGGGGHH-H-H-H-HHAAARRR GGGGGG HHHAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
Sperm was suddenly erupting into the pit of her belly, pouring down her narrow throat, wetly sliding into her digestive tract. Other sounds filled Rachel's ears, such as curses and obscenities as his hot, thick -liquid splashed into her throat. He had obviously not been using his cock for some time-at least a week, since he had used it on her mother last Wednesday, and as a result great outpourings of the burning white fluid filled her throat.
Rachel sucked and swallowed, draining all the pungent sperm from his penis, and slowly it deflated, allowing her to breathe cool air again. Her head fell back on the bed, and she was unconscious before his cock was out of her mouth.