Chapter 5
They had finally let her go.
The chaining, the whipping, the fucking-everything was, Evelyn felt, fading away into some vast nightmare world that she managed to bury under the day-to-day humdrum of her life.
Feigning illness, Evelyn stayed away from work, noticing for the first time just how sullen her daughter had become lately. Cindy was going through a phase, she felt, although she wondered why the girl jumped every time the phone rang or the doorbell sounded.
At first Evelyn tried talking with Cindy. But the girl remained tight-lipped, talking only vaguely about some kind of trouble at school, but not really saying more. Evelyn grew more and more concerned as the days dragged by, watching Cindy, feeling more apprehensive as she also thought about the two men who threatened her with another session whenever they felt like it.
One week passed by, then another, and for Cindy, the hell surrounding her was even more intense. She shied away from her friends, throwing herself into her school work and thus bettering her grades until she was an A student. It was only through intense study and work that the girl was able to forget the dreadful beatings and fucking she'd endured.
But at night when she slept Cindy dreamed about Sam and Jack, felt the bonds holding her tight, felt their pricks fucking her while another scene passed before her frightened eyes. It was then she awoke in a sweat, her cunt swollen and pulsing like a festering wound, her nipples so hard that she thought they would pop from her tits.
Just with a touch, her cunt would come, making the girl twist and jerk against the mattress while her fingers clawed at her red, swollen pussy and her thumbs strummed at her beating clit.
One evening, Cindy seemed more on edge, flipping through a textbook on geography while the television droned on in front of her.
Evelyn was wiping her hands on the dishtowel, sighing and walking into the living room as if she were dragging her shadow behind her. She could feel the sexy rub of her cunt lips against one another and the hot electric shock that was rippling up her thighs, making her cunt ooze. Perhaps this wasn't the best time for her to talk with her daughter. But the moping around had unnerved Evelyn. She had to know what was bothering her daughter.
"Cindy, what's wrong?"
The blonde teen nearly jumped from her skin at her mother's voice. She dropped the book, muttering an apology and picking up the pencil that had rolled under the coffee table.
"Uh, nothing, really. I guess I've got a cold or something."
Evelyn bit her lip, thinking that perhaps it would be better to talk later. Yet, something propelled her forward, and she moved into the living room, sitting opposite her pouting daughter.
"I know there's something wrong. Is it ... is it a boy?"
Cindy tightened her grip on the book. "You mean, you want to know if I've been sleeping around, right?"
Evelyn flinched as if she'd been hit by a fist. Cindy had never been that crude, that direct before. It took her by surprise.
With one hand fluttering to her throat, she took a moment to compose herself.
"No, that's your affair. I mean ... I mean that's your business. I just hope you would be open with me if there were anything wrong, that's all," Evelyn said, doing her best to keep her voice steady.
"Well, there isn't anything wrong. It's just that I'm worried about classes and all. And don't worry, mother, if I've been fucking, I'll let you know."
Cindy hated herself the moment she said that dreadful word. Looking up, she saw her mother's face redden, her lips turning downward in a deep frown.
Evelyn grimaced.
"I won't have you talking like that! Now you can just leave this room and go to yours. When you've finally calmed down and come to apologize for that filth, I'll listen."
Almost immediately Evelyn was sorry for the harsh words.
Cindy slammed her book and dashed up the stairs, her feet pounding the steps like hammers.
Evelyn sat alone in the living room, her eyes focused on the TV set, but her thoughts drifting around aimlessly. She was in such a state of semi-consciousness that she didn't hear the soft knocking on the kitchen door at first. Another series of knocks roused her, making her stand up and grab instinctively at her throat. They were here! And her daughter was upstairs!
Evelyn rushed for the phone, her fingers gripping the receiver.
The knocking grew louder, more insistent.
The neighbors would hear. Or worse, Cindy would come down and confront them.
Evelyn put down the phone and walked into the darkened kitchen, seeing a shape silhouetted through the white lace curtain covering the kitchen door. She hesitated, then walked bravely forward, opening the door and finding herself staring straight into Jack's eyes.
"Uh, Mrs. Watkins. Is Cindy home?"
The sight of the boy threw Evelyn for a moment. She stood there like a fool, her hand at her throat, her heart beating so wildly that she thought the boy could hear it. It wasn't Joe or Mike at all. It was that awful boy she'd seen around the house so many times before.
"Yes, but she's not seeing anyone right now. She's studying for an important test," Evelyn said coolly.
Jack was handsome enough, all right, and well-built. But his dirty Levi's and unkempt hair made her frown. He surely wasn't anyone for her daughter.
"Well, uh, I just want to talk to her for a while," he said, starting to come in.
"I said she was busy studying. I'm not letting anyone in to disturb her."
"You mean, you're not letting anyone like me come in, right?"
The retort startled Evelyn. She hadn't been ready for someone this defiant-especially one of her daughter's so-called friends.
"You can take it any way you choose. I'm not letting you in, and that's that." she said, recovering her cool and starting to close the door.
His foot was wedged in the doorway, forcing it open. A hand was pushing her back while another man appeared in the doorway.
Evelyn was about to protest when she felt a hand press against her lips, pushing in and stifling her scream. Jack was holding her, one hand over her mouth while the other was pawing her tits, grabbing hold of her dress, pulling it up.
Evelyn was stunned, not struggling at first, then twisting like a madwoman in his grip. She couldn't believe someone this young could defy her.
When he slipped his hand under her dress, feeling her ass, Evelyn kicked back, screaming as loudly as she could through those tight fingers.
Another man came in right behind Jack, pulling open the kitchen drawers and spilling out the contents until he came across some old clothesline.
"Sam, tie the bitch up. She's gonna be hot, just like the daughter."
Evelyn bit down, her teeth sinking into Jack's fingers.
The boy yelled out, pulling his hand away for a moment, then bringing it back as a fist and slamming it hard against her chin.
The blow stunned Evelyn, her legs turning to rubber as she sank to the floor. She felt a rope being cinched around her wrists, the line crisscrossing around her hands and binding them together while someone stuffed a wet dishrag in her mouth to keep her from calling out for help.
She was dragged through the doorway.
"Come on. We'll shove the old lady in the back and really have some fun. Bet she knows more tricks than Cindy," Jack whispered, bundling Evelyn in the back of his old blue Ford and slamming the door.
Sam crawled in behind her, shoving her to one side while feeling up her ass.
Evelyn cried out, jerking her head up, catching one last sight of her house before the car sped down the street, away from the neighborhood.
"Hot ass, man. The old lady's got a real hot ass," Sam said, pinching her ass-cheeks and making Evelyn scream.
She jerked around, her face white as she curled her fingers into fists and tried bringing both of them down on the young man. But the ropes made the move awkward.
Sam saw what she was trying to do and held her back, pushing her back onto the seat, then jerking up her dress and pulling down her panties.
The car lurched to the right just as Sam slipped one skinny finger in her cunt and started wriggling it around.
Evelyn cried out, biting down on the dirty dishrag while trying to close her fleshy thighs together. Sam knocked her knees apart, drawing his finger out and tracing her swelling cunt lips with the tip while strumming her clit with his thumb.
Evelyn knew she couldn't stop what was starting to rage between her fluttering legs. Sam brought his jagged thumbnails around to the tip of her clit, pushing down, tearing at it while watching her face closely.
Evelyn's nostrils flared. The pain was tremendous. She kicked her feet up, her toes banging hard against the roof of the car while she tried bringing her hands around to push away this demon.
The boy still held her down, rubbing his thumbnail back and forth, back and forth, until Evelyn was screaming through the rag. Tears blurred her eyes as she banged her head against the armrest. Sparks of pain blasted through her cunt again while Sam pulled back, grabbing a fistful of her cunt-hair and yanking it out.
Evelyn shrieked, jerking her thighs up, her legs shivering with agony. Sam backhanded her once more, nearly knocking her unconscious as she fell back against the car seat.
What happened next was a blur for Evelyn. She lay there stunned, trying to organize her thoughts. They were going around in circles, it seemed to her. The boys were talking, laughing about her, driving around until finally they stopped.
Jack scrambled from the front seat, tearing open the rear door while Sam was pushing her out roughly. Her legs were still tangled in her panties.
Evelyn half-fell, half-rolled from the car, tumbling onto her arm and shoulder. She cried in pain, trying to roll to the other side. But Jack was laughing and kicking her, bringing the toe of his boot crashing against her ribs.
Evelyn cried out, spitting the rag from her mouth while rolling onto her belly. Bringing herself to her knees, she felt the world spinning around her. She looked around wildly, seeing only trees and bushes. Finding some strength in her body, she staggered forward, her wrists still tied tightly behind her back.
Jack was up against her in a moment, pulling her hair back, yanking on the wailing woman before bringing one hand around and striking her hard against the chin.
Evelyn tumbled back, shaking the loose hair from her eyes. Sam was in the background, taking something from the rear of the trunk and carrying it to the cabin. Evelyn tried focusing her eyes to see what it was. But then Sam was there in front of her, drawing one hand back, then slapping her hard across the jaw a second time. Evelyn's head snapped back from the force of the blow, her body half-turning before she fell back.
Evelyn tried fighting back, digging her heels into the ground, but it was futile.
He was tearing at her dress once more, fingering her thighs, telling her awful things about her daughter Cindy, and then about herself.
Evelyn felt rage churning through her as she tried to muster the strength to spit at him. But Sam was quick, holding her knees apart before he dove between her spread legs. He was making love to her with his tongue!
Evelyn cried out as she felt him burying his face in her blonde cuntal thicket. Her eyes rounded as she jerked her ass off the ground.
God, he was good, very, very good! Feeling that tongue snaking up into her pussy was soothing, exciting. These young men were doing such wonderful things to her.
"No, don't! Oh, you filthy ... leave me alone! Take me back to my house or I'll tell your parents!" Evelyn whispered, the heat rising to her face and making her cheeks red with lust.
"Man, you want this bad ... all of it," Sam groaned.
Her cries only excited him more. He licked down deep, scouring her slick cunt, working his fingers over his prick and making it hard. At times he nibbled at her hot pussylips, watching as Evelyn groaned and rolled her thighs against his face.
She licked her dry lips, feeling her throat tighten while her lungs screamed for more air. She thought she was going to die from this kind of forbidden pleasure. Just when Evelyn was floating in the air, a sharp jolting pain shattered her. It was as if someone had dumped glass shards between her legs.
"Yaghghghghhhhh!"
Sam had ripped another fistful of cunt-hairs from her pussy. But this time the pain was far greater.
Evelyn blinked the tears from her eyes, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her flushed cheeks.
Reaching over, Sam snatched the dirty rag from the ground, wadding it up tightly and jabbing it against her lips. She tried twisting her head away from him.
"Open up, damn it! I'm not gonna have you shouting all night!"
"No, no!" Evelyn gasped.
Swearing under his breath, Sam reached down and pressed the fingers of both hands against her jaw. Evelyn felt the pressure, then she felt sharp jolts of pain shoot into her cheeks. It was as if Sam were pulling her wisdom teeth out with pliers!
She screamed and shouted.
Then Evelyn felt that horrid, foul-tasting rag being shoved into her mouth. When she tried pushing it out with her tongue once more, Sam brought one hand down around her throat and started squeezing until he had her coughing and rasping for air.
Evelyn caught her breath while spit gathered in the back of her throat.
"Okay, better," Sam said, noticing that she had calmed down.
Grabbing the rag, he pulled it from her mouth, shoving it in his back pocket before scrambling to his feet. She could see even in the dim light that he was excited with what he was doing. His prick made a firm, long roll against one leg of his Levi's.
Evelyn couldn't help but notice his cock.
"Now, get on your belly and lick these boots. If you're good, maybe I won't be so hard on you in the cabin," Sam said, wiping his thick lips with the back of one hand.
Evelyn looked at him through a curtain of hair, unsure first of what he had ordered her to do. But when he stepped forward threateningly, she obeyed instantly.
Bending down, her tits rolling against the top of her dress, Evelyn found herself inches above his left black boot. The smell of the leather turned her stomach. She stuck out her tongue, then drew it back in once more, unsure of what to do.
Sam grew impatient. He grabbed her hair. Evelyn cried out, the pain shooting through her scalp once more as be brought her face down against the top of his boot and held her there.
Evelyn gagged, her nose flattening against the polished leather while her lips rubbed over his boot. Her jerked her head up once more, then slammed it back once again until her lip cracked. Evelyn tasted blood, and she trembled, regretting that she had hesitated even for one second. "Now lick!"
He was moving her head back and forth, back and forth, forcing her to lick until she was doing it on her own. It was hideous, degrading!
Twice, Evelyn turned her head, spitting out the foul mixture of spit and filth while Sam laughed at her. She brought her tongue around to the toe of his boot, leaving long trails of spit shining on his leather. Moving around to the heel, Evelyn hoped he would tire of the game before she had to do any more.
Sam saw the way she gingerly brought her tongue around to the top of his boot. With a laugh, he grabbed her hair again, forcing her head down until Evelyn felt her lips scraping painfully along his boot. There was something awful tasting lodged there, something that made her belly turn over.
Frantically Evelyn licked and spat, licked and spat, her head moving and bobbing up and down while her tongue scoured his filthy boot until finally Evelyn could take it no more. Twisting away in a surprise move, she vomited, retching violently, her body shaking and shuddering.
Sam watched until she finished, dribble oozing from her mouth. Her throat and belly burned while her nostrils felt as if they were on fire.
Sam kicked the spit-cleaned boot against her shoulder, knocking Evelyn to the dirt as she sobbed.