Chapter 2
Slowly her eyes opened. Jane Hartley peered into the darkness. Her arms ached. Gradually she realized that it was because they were bound to the cold stone wall behind her. They were stretched out straight from her body and it took all of her strength to lift them even an inch. Exhausted .by the effort, she let them drop again until they were stopped by the steel shackles around her wrists. She could hear the clanking of the chain as it hit the hard wall. She could not tell whether her legs were also chained to the wall. Tight shackles were fastened to her ankles and when she tried to spread her legs she found that she could not move them more than ten inches apart. Desperately she strained against her bonds but she was already to weak, too helpless. Her head sank back against her shoulder.
Far away a match was being struck. In the darkness she could see a figure dressed in black. He was lighting a candle and carrying it toward her. He stopped in front of a heavy cabinet and dripped wax on top of it. With his back toward her, he set the bottom of the candle in the wax and held it until it was ready. There was a mirror over the cabinet and in the flickering candlelight she could finally see herself. The sight shocked her. She had been too stunned to notice how he had already violated her.
She had been wearing her new dress, a pretty print with blue and yellow flowers on a red background. With her blonde hair hanging down over her shoulders, the colors were perfect on her. But the dress had been ripped. The left sleeve had been torn completely off and the bodice had been torn away from her breast, exposing the thin white slip beneath it. Around her waist the dress was shredded, as if an animal had clawed it, and even the slip was torn apart to reveal her pale-white thighs. The slip was ripped almost all the way up to her panties, leaving her frightfully vulnerable. And one of the shoulder straps of the slip had been broken too. Her smooth white bra was partly exposed.
The man had lit another candle and placed it on the cabinet at the other side of the mirror. As he stepped away from it Jane could see that there was a small silver cross between the two candles. The cross couldn't help but remind her of the position which she was in. But there wasn't time to think about it now. The man was opening a door again and another shape was entering the dim room. Jane saw that it was only a dog and she breathed a sigh of relief. She had always felt good around animals and they had always seemed to like her. She forgot about the dog and looked back at the man. He seemed so familiar but she couldn't place him. And these stones, the stones which now formed her prison. There was something familiar about them too. There were not very many stone buildings in Martinsville, not ones which had mammoth stones like these. But the man had turned his back to her again. He was reaching for something: With a gasp, Jane realized that he was taking off his pants!
He lowered them slowly. They were so loose that they were able to slip over his heavy black boots. He hung them on a hook which June had not seen on the wall. He was taking his underpants off, too. Jane could see the backs of his hairy legs and his hard buttocks. She had never seen a mature man naked before and she found the sight upsetting. But now he was turning to her. He was holding something in his hand. It was a long and erect penis. Curly black hair swirled around it. Two heavy balls hung in their wrinkled bag below. He was waving it at her, trying to show it to her. It was so long that it stood high above the dangling shirttails. Its purple head pointed high to the man's neck. Jane did not bother to look at the man's face. The stiff white collar around his neck said enough. The man who held her prisoner was a minister. She had been looking at Cotton Salter's prick!
The minister staggered toward her with his prick in his hand. It was always this way for Cotton when he was with a new girl. Something inside of him became unhinged. His prick grew hard and his mouth went dry. The girl cried out as he approached her but he hardly heard. His eyes were fixed on the immaculate whiteness of her bra. He had to touch it. He had to feel her body.
Jane screamed as his hands covered her breasts. She felt the stiff prick press against her naked thigh. It butted into her leg, but when she pulled back from him the cold stone of the wall stopped her. She couldn't get away from it. And it was so close to . . . She couldn't bear to think of it! He was almost in her crotch!
But Cotton was not looking at the smooth white legs, half revealed by the torn slip. Instead he was concerned only with the creamy globes which were hiding beneath the smooth bra. His hands covered the cups and Jane cringed as he ground her body. Even with the stiff cotton protecting her she could feel the heat of his body. She sensed that her nipples were becoming erect. She wondered why that was happening. Usually that only happened when her imagination got a little carried away.
Cotton pawed at the bra without trying to remove it. She was such a sight! And so helpless. He could take her at his leisure. There was no need to rush. Yet, her body aroused him to a terrible lust. He could feel it gripping him. He knew he was losing control. His hands ground harder and harder into her bosom. He was wearing it away with the friction. His prick pressed harder and harder against her leg. He needed her so badly! He had to take just a little peek at her tits. He dropped his prick and grabbed the right cup of her bra with both hands. As if he was trying to chin himself, he pulled down-on it with all his might.
Jane snapped her eyes closed tight as she felt her breast pop free of her bra. She couldn't bear to face the minister's lust. His eyes frightened her. She had never seen a man like this. There was something terrible in his face, something very dangerous. She felt both of his hands cup around her bosom as though he was holding a crystal ball. Then she felt a wetness on her nipple. It could only be his mouth. He was kissing and sucking and nipping at her nipple. She wished that it wouldn't make her body feel so aroused. She pressed her head into her shoulder. She was so ashamed of herself.
Cotton had not noticed the confusion on the young girl's face. He had been too busy playing with her tit. It was gorgeous. So young and firm and ripe! The upper line sloped down gently from a point high on her chest. Just before the curve met her nipple it seemed to turn upward again. And the lower line curved up to meet it. Her nipple stood out proud and firm where the two lines met. He cupped it in both hands and twisted them around it as if he was trying to unscrew it from her body. His teeth locked on her nipple and he bit into her until he could see the brief pain shoot across her face. His teeth loosened and he licked the soreness. Then he twisted it again in his hands.
His cock was aching him and Cotton shoved his body against hers. His prick sprang between her stretched legs and bounced up under her slip. He drove his hips into her body and felt the soft spot at the end of his cock. The head of his prick had jammed up tight against one of her cunt lips. He ground his hips in a circle. The girl moaned. She was feeling it, too. She had to be. Yet her eyes were shut tight and there was a taut grimace on her face. She didn't know how badly she needed it. It was all so new to her. "Look at it" Cotton suddenly demanded, stepping back from her body and grabbing his prick in his hand. The girl opened her eyes but immediately closed them again. The sight seemed to shock her horrible. Cotton sneered at her fear. He would teach her to look at it. He would teach her to love it. Any way she could get it. Even if she had to crawl.
Well, there was one way he could start, even if she wouldn't look. He would do something to her that would open her eyes. Cotton trembled as he moved in front of her. He could hear her uneven breath. His hands dropped to her legs. He felt the smoothness of her inner thighs. Slowly he let his hand travel upward. Right between her legs. Her slip caught on his wrists and came up with his hands. "Oh, no, please don't do that!" she cried in terror. "Anything but that!" she begged. But his mind was made up. He would not bargain with her. He would take her on his terms. And she would thank him for it.
He fell to his knees in front of her. All those years of clerical training had their effect. For a moment his eyes feasted on the object he was about to enjoy, the bushy muff covered only by her dainty panties. But first he had to give thanks. He folded his hands and started to pray. Quickly he thanked God for what he was about to receive.
Quickly he said "amen". He was too impatient to say any more. He reached up under her slip and found the narrow elastic waistband of her panties. His fingers trembled as he seized it and pulled down. It was awkward with her legs spread at such a wide angle. He had to hold the elastic down with both hands.
His tongue grew dry as he tried to wet his lips. Her slip fell back down and covered her muff. He dropped her panties and pulled the slip apart. With a sharp rip it opened to her waist. He grabbed the panties again and again revealed her bushy twat. Her hair was fine and golden, just as he had imagined it. Without hesitation he pressed his lips into it. His tongue licked everywhere and a hair caught in his mouth. He didn't bother to pull it out. He was too hungry for pussy. He poked his tongue out and held it stiff. He poked it between the soft pussylips. He was eating virgin cunt and the thought alone stiffened his bone. He licked away the hair until he could see the little hood which covered her clit. He licked quickly on it and watched the little nub harden and stand out, a pink dot against the soft brown skin. He licked once more and looked up at her face. Could she feel anything? Perhaps his hand would be better.
Cotton squatted back on his heels and dug his middle finger into her cunt. He looked up and watched her face for the slightest sign. He moved the finger quickly. Her eyes were still closed tight. She was doing everything in her power to resist him. He knew that perfectly well. But her clit was swollen, her virgin clit. And his finger was aggravating the hell out of it. The friction alone should do the trick. Cotton wiggled the finger faster and faster. Nothing happened to the girl. Angry at his failure, he again seized her panties with his hand. Again he pulled them away and buried his head between her legs. This time his tongue was dripping saliva as he shoved it into her body. This time he was angry and he poked it down to the opening of her fuckhole. The tongue washed out her whole hairy split. The tongue washed up and down, carefully covering her clit on each long stroke. He was about to give up and shove his finger in her box when he finally heard it. It was only a faint little gasp. Yet that little gasp proved his success and suggested the greater rewards that lay ahead.
There were no words to describe the deep humiliation which Jane felt as the pent-up anguish finally burst from her lungs, despite her every effort to contain it.
The girl's tiny gasp was what Cotton had waited for. He knew now that she was receptive. He had shamed her and forced her to feel it. And now he could make her feel more. Without letting go of her panties, he rose from his knees. He grabbed his prick in one hand and shoved it against her naked belly. She cried out again and for a moment he thought of smacking her face. But the cries of her torment delighted him. They were music to his ears. He stabbed at her fiat tummy with the blunt head of his cock. Each small jab made her cry out in horror. His jabs kept getting lower, until he was poking into her pubic muff. Her cries became more frantic. She really was a virgin. There was no doubt about it now. Only a virgin would be so scared of such a nice, fat prick.
The head of his cock split her cunt lips open. Again he found her clit and rubbed the cock back and forth over it. Her cries became fainter. A little jiggle on the clit always shut up a dopey broad. She would shut up when he thumped her, too. His prick dipped lower in her twat. He began to imagine the hot juices inside. In another moment he would be dipping into them, just as soon as he got one little obstacle out of the way. He centered his cock on her hole. He poked forward slightly. He felt her muscles tighten as her taut hymen blocked his way. Suddenly he remembered Lydia.
He would not have stopped for anyone else. God himself could shit bricks down on him and he would have told God to get fucked, but Lydia was like a mother to him. Cotton drew back. Jane opened her eyes and looked at him. He saw that the dumb bitch thought she'd been saved by a miracle. He wondered if she'd think that same thing by the end of the week. Or even by the end of the day. His prick was still hard and he had to get rid of the bone. He remembered what Lydia had told him. He could do anything he wanted, just so he didn't stick his prick up the girl's cunt. Well, that still left him a few tricks. He wondered how she would like them.
He had left his keys in his pocket and now he staggered back across the room to find them. He remembered that he had left a half empty bottle in the cabinet, on top of some old clerical robes and the old tinny collection plates that they'd used in the church before the girl's mother had donated a sterling set. He pulled open the door of the cabinet and found the bottle. He pulled the cork and took a quick sip. It helped to calm him and he went for the keys.
It was a bitch of a job to get her hands undone and she kept squirming all the time. The stupid bitch thought that he was going to release her and he decided that he would let her go on thinking it for another moment. She was actually cooperating with him now, trying to hold steady so that he could get the shackles off her wrists. She even tried not to cry out loud when he pinched her flesh between the hard metal. He finished her right hand and let the steel shackles clank down against the wall. She tried to shake out some of the stiffness as he struggled with her left hand. Then it, too, was free and only the strong chains which ran from one ankle to the other held her. She looked down at them, thinking that he would now undo them too. She was such a trusting fool! And such a piece of ass!
She looked so pleading with her big blue eyes that it gave Cotton special pleasure when he grabbed her neck abruptly and hauled her down to her knees. She was so surprised. Probably she had already thanked God for his mercy. Now she could thank God for the chance to suck a minister's prick. She fell on her knees with her head back, her eyes begging for mercy. But the only mercy he would show her was eight inches of sanctified gristle. He shoved his joint in her face and she quickly pulled her head away. "What's the matter?" he muttered. "Rather have it between your legs?" She didn't answer him and he grabbed her by the hair. He jerked her head up and although she tried to close her eyes, he pulled on her hair until they opened. His prick slapped against her cheek. "Look at it, damnit!" he cried. "God sent you His love! Now kiss it!" he demanded. The girl shook her head.
"NO!" she screamed hysterically. He could tell she was losing control. He had to struggle to hold her. Even though her limbs were still stiff from hanging on the wall, she was fighting desperately to escape him. Her fists reached up and beat against his naked legs. Her punches narrowly missed his balls and Cotton panicked and gave her a slap which sent her reeling. She landed on her face and lay stunned for a moment. He stepped over her and she revived. His hand grabbed her dress at the back of the neck. She felt it and tried to crawl away. But her legs were hobbled by the chains. And there was no place she could go. The door of the room was locked and she could only crawl in circles, dragging the chains behind her until they tired her out. She seemed to sense her predicament but a strong survival instinct drove her on. Even with Cotton sitting on her back, she struggled to crawl away.
Had his own lust been less urgent, Cotton would have let her tire herself out. But he couldn't wait now to get her soft lips around his hard cock. He stepped in front of her to block her escape. She turned and tried to crawl around him but Cotton moved again, keeping one step ahead of her. Then, grabbing her under the armpits, he jerked her back up to her knees. "Suck it, goddamnit! Suck my load!" he cried. The urgency of his need scared her but she could not do it. He grabbed her hair in one hand and held his prick in the other. Her hands beat against him as he pressed his cock to her lips.
But Jane was not simply a prude, she was a determined young woman. She could not ignore the stout prick which was battering at her lip, but she would never do what the minister was asking. Never in a million years. She would die before she did something like that! She vowed that she would. Her fingers turned to claws as she struggled against his hairy thighs. Her hair was hurting where he was pulling it but the pain was not enough to make her give in. She could stand it. She could stand a lot of pain before she would submit. Cotton sensed her determination and waved his prick frantically.
His fingers dug into her jaws and tried to pry them open. He was pulling her gums apart but he couldn't unlock her tight jaws. His prick was aching the shit out of him. He had to get that bone off. He begged and pleaded and forced and beat her but he couldn't get her lips to part. Suddenly it happened. His body couldn't wait. His prick let go and flung its hot load across her cheek. Come gushed out and splattered against her face. Her mouth suddenly opened in amazement. Cotton was just in time to direct the last spurt inside it. Her jaw clamped shut again and she made an expression of disgust. He waved his prick up and down In front of her. The last drops of his load flew off into her hair.
Cotton stood back and looked at her. The girl had collapsed to her knees. He could see she was crying. He could see her bitter shame. His load was glistening across her face and she didn't think to wipe it off with her hand. Perhaps she thought it a fitting remembrance of her humiliation. Cotton watched his prick sagging.
He had to get her back again, while he still had the strength. He had failed with his intention, but he would try again. Meanwhile she couldn't be allowed the freedom, not even the tiniest bit. Frantic, he caught hold of her arm. He panicked at the thought that he might not be able to chain her again. It had taken such effort while she had been unconscious, but now she was wide-awake. He dragged her off her knees, cursing the weight of her trim body. Desperately he dragged her back to the wall and struggled to get her arms into the shackles.
In all truth, she could have stopped him. With his wad shot, his strength was drained. But the hot load which had splattered against her rosy cheek had done something to Jane Hartley. It had snapped her resistance. After what she had felt at the touch of his finger, Jane couldn't help feeling that she was bringing this all upon herself. As she knelt on the ground before him, she did not even think of escape. Her eyes were flooded with tears. The thought that she had not fully resisted him burned away at her. Now perhaps the punishment was only right. As he dragged her back against the wall, her body was limp. She stood without moving as he chained first her right hand and then her left. She felt her legs again being spread beneath her and suddenly realized what was happening. But it was too late. She had already submitted. And now she was again a helpless prisoner. And he was free to do what he wanted.
But the first thing that Cotton wanted now was another drink. He groped his way back to the cabinet and found the bottle. As he staggered drunkenly in the dimly lit room, he stepped on something and heard a yelp of pain. It was the dog's tail. He had forgotten about the dog. The beast had been watching patiently, biding his time. Well, he had promised Lydia he wouldn't fuck her. And her damn jaw was so tight. Maybe the dog would have better luck. He reached down and found the snap which held the leash to his collar. He unfastened it, freeing the animal. The dog sprang forward. The girl reeled back. Cotton picked up the bottle and took another drink.
He watched the hound poke its long nose between the girl's legs, and the look of surprise on her face that the unexpected attack brought. He couldn't help grinning a little. The dog was poking his head between her legs, sniffing at the crotch of her panties. He could see how embarrassed she was by the dog's interest. She had never had an animal lover. The dog barked at her, as if asking her to pull down her drawers. His paw rose to her panties and scratched at them. The strong nylon would not yield but Cotton could see the girl's panic. "Down, boy!" he called to the dog. To him it had no name. He would have stayed to watch her but he needed a drink and his bottle was empty. He didn't dare leave her alone with the beast. There was no sense in letting her get spoiled. He grabbed the dog by the collar and again snapped the leash to his collar. Leaving the candles burning, he opened the door. He would be back for her later. She wasn't going away.