Chapter 2
Rachel stared, amazed at what was going on. Her father had stripped her mother naked, then had tied the lovely redheaded woman in the center of their bed, binding her arms above her head, to the iron headboard. The young girl knew her mother felt shame covering her like a horrible blanket. It was the kind of covering her mother would find impossible to dislodge no matter how hard she mentally struggled against it. Having learned her morals from her mother. Rachel was able to feel the same sense of shame.
Now the blanket was about to be replaced by something far more evil and wicked. All the other men in the room were naked, as naked as her father, and it was obvious all these men intended at one time or another, blanketing her mother with their own bodies. They were already half-drunk, and from the way her father was counting the cash he had, it was obvious these men had all paid for the privilege of stabbing her mother.
Susan, Jack's wife, lay there, horrified. She had never been able to get used to this. Ever since her husband had found out from some doctor who treated the migrant workers that he wasn't able to sire kids, the man had been vile. He treated Susan as if she were the one the blame, and though he claimed to be the father of all five kids, Susan knew better. He hadn't sired one of them. She had never told that to the children, hoping their constant attention to the man might make him learn to love them.
The fact was, Jack had taken to the two boys, Aaron and Steve. He let them hang around with him during the day, showing them how to fish in the nearby creek, how to steal a little, and how to cheat a lot.
But when it came tc Rachel, Sue-Ann, and Millie, the man looked at them with the same lust he'd had when he had first raped Susan and then had dragged her along with him on his migrant working tours. There had never been a formal marriage, but Susan had been living with Jack for sixteen years now, and that was more than long enough for their marriage to be considered binding in the eyes of any law.
At the moment, Susan was thinking only that her body was once again about to become the receptacle into which all these men would lewdly pour their sperm as they had done time and time again, every
Wednesday for more than fifteen years, now. This was how Jack made most of his money-selling her body to those men who had no woman of their own.
She had protested in the beginning, and Jack had beaten her. Then he had taken to threatening her. He had a pet black widow spider which he kept in a small wire cage. He fed the spider flies and once in a while even tossed in a male for her to kill. But he used the black widow basically to keep Susan in line. The cage was always hanging from a ceiling rafter, in plain sight above her, letting her know that is she fought against him, he would let the spider bite her, and perhaps kill her.
Susan knew she would have submitted to any demands, no matter how sick and depraved, to keep the poison of the spider from entering her body. She was, underneath everything, a delicately fragile female, and even a bee sting might have been fatal to her.
At the moment she lay there, her white flesh shimmering with perspiration in the room that stank of so many human bodies-bodies that hadn't been washed in God-only-knew-how-long. Her breasts were firm after all this time, with pink-tipped nipples and areolae, and the men drooled at the sight of her delightful nakedness. Her waist was slender, her hips broad, and she had a sparse matting of flame-colored hair on her pelvis.
The only thing making the weekly ordeal partially bearable was the fact that her husband gave her a little of the drug he gave his kids. Not too much. After all, she had to stay awake. But tonight the drug didn't seem to be working. She was feverishly praying for the drug to work, but instead, she found herself more awake than ever, and she began wondering if her husband had given her the right drug. Her body was perspiring profusely, and the nerve-endings within her seemed more alive than ever.
"Okay, Zeke," Jack was saying to the first man, the one with the squiggly mustache, with a big, red penis, red from tip to base. "You won the pool, so you git to go first, this time. Y'git fifteen minutes, no more. And iff n y'mark her, y' don't get to use her next time."
The short, black-haired, greasy man known as Zeke smiled at her as he always did. He had fucked her almost every week during the past fifteen years, and he never seemed to tire of using her.
Susan cringed, hating the sight of him, the smell of him-like rotten onions-and the touch of him. He was covered all over his chest with ape-like hair, and he had a flabby belly in spite of being skinny. At the moment he stared at the helpless redhead with undisguised rapaciousness in his eyes. His cock began bouncing up and down, and the helpless woman wondered to herself why the drug she had taken wasn't working.
As Zeke came closer, it occurred to her something was definitely happening to her body, and it had nothing to do with sleepiness. On the contrary, she was not only more cognizant than ever of all that was happening, but she was actually feeling something akin to arousal in spite of the way she detested Zeke. The first piercing warning came to her when Zeke gleefully leaned over the edge of the bed and began running his dirty, calloused hands over her smoothly cringing white flesh.
Her reaction was immediate and violent. Jack had gone to the swamp witch, and he'd gotten himself some kind of potion, like he was always threatening to do. It was a drug designed to make her actually like what was being done to her.
Deeply digging, indescribably shocking electrical bolts of lightning blasted through her tremblingly frayed nerve-endings, making Susan feel as if a million tiny needles were piercing her. Taunting demons of lust danced along her slender white thighs, reaching into the inner softness of the flesh between them. Her buttocks began bouncing and grinding desperately into the mattress in the hope of somehow or other quenching the overpowering flames taking control of her. She lay there, totally immobile for a moment, her mind struggling hopelessly against the constant pinpricks of continuing sensation following the path of coarse fingers touching her helpless flesh.
Zeke played cruelly on, unaware that Susan's responses were the result of her husband's drugging her with an aphrodisiac. Rachel stared, watching it all, unable to believe how her father was capable of such cruelty. Had she known to what lengths his cruelty really went, she would have gone screaming out of the house. As it was, she remained transfixed, watching.
Zeke placed his thick thumbs on the fleshy outer lips, covered with sparse hair, that protected the exterior of her taut cunt, then slowly peeled Susan's labia apart. Susan simply lay there holding her breath, fighting with all her inner moral strength, but even as she mentally struggled, she knew she wasn't strong enough.
Sure enough, her resistance slowly but surely melted-a resistance she had built for many, many years. For the first time in her life, she was enjoying it.
The lovely redheaded woman groaned, an exquisite feeling of air wafting over the swelling bud of her tantalizing clitoris. Sensation rippled through her trembling belly, moving into her breasts and radiating from the swollen pink points of her nipples. The thrills she felt overwhelmed the debasing humiliation she always felt as this time as Zeke's familiar, but horrible hands continued roaming over her tantalizing nakedness. Susan was aware it was the drug her husband had given her and not the presence of Zeke Weiss that was doing this to her. The straining muscles in her thighs slowly began to relax, and the ivory whiteness of her rounded breasts rose and fell heavily with her pan-tingly labored breath.
Zeke's thick tongue nervously moved through his slash of a mouth, and small beads of sweat formed on his nose above his scraggly mustache as he watched the gradual transformation of emotion taking place in this woman whose body he was stroking. For all the other times he had fucked her, she had let him know with facial expressions just how much she hated it, but now, for the first time, she was really enjoying what was happening to her. No wonder Jack was charging two bucks for her this week, instead of only one buck.
Christ! He was so hot for her, he wasn't able to wait. He shoved her sweet, unresisting white thighs wide apart with the calloused palms of his rough hands and eagerly crawled between their lush slenderness.
All kinds of wanton devils danced around the rough pink edges of Susan's nakedly exposed vagina as she felt the bed sag from Zeke's slight weight. Her cunt felt like a wet, hot tunnel that was waiting to be filled . . . it had to be filled.
Susan's eyes locked on the red cock dangling from the kneeling body of the skinny, flabby man above her. For the first time in her life she actually wanted to be penetrated by the organ. Forgotten for the moment was the black widow spider in the cage overhead. Forgotten were all her fears of humiliation, mortification, and shame. She needed only one thing now, and that one thing was the man's cock! Yes, she suddenly needed that prick more than she needed anything else in the world, and her humping body seemed to try to reach out for it.
Even as her brain told her this was the same repulsive Zeke Weiss, who hadn't bathed in years, who had breath that smelled like a toilet, who during the regular week she always avoided like the plague because he liked to tell everyone in Shanty Town that he had fucked her yet again, her legs uncontrollably kicked out and her heels curled around his buttocks. She began jerking him toward her with wild motions, pulling him with a grunt, making him slide on top of her slender, svelte body. He guided the tickly swollen, blood-filled head of his red cock straight into the depths of her throbbing vagina, his light form crushing itself against her, slamming her own slender body solidly against the mattress beneath her. Then he levered up and slammed forward again, ramming his throbbing rod as deep as it would go in the succulence of her rich, coral cunt. His dangling balls, black with curling hairs, smacked heavily against her upturned ass as his flabby, skinny belly bored heatedly into the yielding softness of her buttery soft interior.
The men standing around the bed were cheering Zeke on. Outside the room, Rachel had an un-obstructed view of the man on top of her mother, and she saw his thick pole lancing into the narrow slash between her mother's thighs, and now she understood completely what her father was doing and how he made what little money he did make.
Susan strained against the ropes holding her wrists, but they held, cruelly cutting into the small slimness of her arms. She ground her teeth solidly against each other, gnashing them in order to be able to withstand the torture her arms felt. She wanted Zeke even more deeply inside her. She wanted to pull his throbbing cock into the farthest part of her hotly quivering cunt, but her arms were tied, preventing her from using her hands.
"Deeper," she yelled at Zeke. "Push that rod of yours deeper."
Rachel was astonished at the way her mother was reacting to this horrible thing. But her mind rationalized that even if the man, himself were horrible, what he was doing was obviously something which, once her mother became accustomed to it, the woman liked. How much more enjoyable would it be with a man she loved?
Zeke grasped the helpless redhead's asscheeks with both hands and pile-drove his pulsating cock that much more deeply into her. He slammed in to the hilt, but his cock, long as it was, wasn't nearly as long as Jack's, and so it wasn't long enough.
Susan groaned with frustration, splaying her legs even wider apart to give Zeke that much greater access to her innards. But no matter what she did, he was unable to reach all the way into her.
As if trying to make up for the fact that his pulsating prick wasn't quite long enough, the sweating little man with the scraggly mustache pushed his slimy tongue into Susan's mouth, his heavy saliva dribbling out and pouring down her helpless throat. In spite of this bad breath and his terrible body odor, Susan sucked on the tongue with a wild and wanton frenzy. Her body was caught up in a whirlpool of lust, naked and raw and unlike anything she had ever previously known. The man's jerking cock continued pistoning into her unmercifully, bringing gasps of pain and desire as his flabby belly slammed against her flat, white, perfect stomach. He brutally pounded into her again and again, and then suddenly Susan was stiffening as the first orgasm she had ever allowed herself to feel in all this time began trammeling through her wanton body.
"AAAAA IIIIII YYYYY AAAA II-III-IEE-EEEEAAAAA GGGG GHHHHHHAAAAA IIII YYYYEEE-EEA-AAAIIII YYYYAAAA IIII YYYYY EEEEE AAAIII GGGGG HHH AA-A-AAH-HH-HHH" she shrieked, and at the same time quaked as the heatedly pulsing sperm from Zeke Weiss began spattering inside her.
Susan kicked so violently, Zeke fell out of her, and his wildly jerking cock spit sperm on her belly. It splashed all over her.
Rachel stared, awed, yet disgusted. Now she knew why her father stared lustfully at her, and she pulled away from the door as the next man jumped on her mother. Her father wanted to do this same thing to her, and here, in this part of Arkansas, she knew of girls years younger than herself who had already had babies.