Chapter 1
"See how much your goddamned prayers help now, preacher wife!"
"Yeah, c'mon, crawl up to me and kiss my dick, preacher wife!"
Anne trembled. Never, ever had she been in this kind of horrible situation. The two men stood in front of her, their bare hairy chests glistening with perspiration. It had been foolish of her to come to the Barringtons alone. She had been warned-by her husband's superior, the Elder Dennis, that these mountain people were crude, Godless men who thought nothing of violating the Lord's will.
"Hey, preacher wife, you gonna pass out that pussy to us, or we gonna have to come and get it?"
"No, don't, I'm here to see your mother. I understand she's ill," Anne said, swallowing hard and hoping she could talk her way out of this one.
"Ma? Aw, she went down to town yesterday," the eldest Barrington said, bringing one hand down and scratching his crotch obscenely.
To her dismay, Anne saw a large bulge pressing against the front of his filthy Levi's. Her cheeks flushed beet red as she began backing up in the foul-smelling cabin.
Jerry Barrington put one hand up in the air, halting her.
"You ain't gonna go nowhere. My brother done tol' me you was comin', and I'm all hot to fuck you. Ain't had a good piece of ass for a long time," he said, squeezing his cock-bulge with one hand.
Anne stepped back, her feet creaking on the uneven floorboards. She had hated to come here. From the outside, the cabin looked foul, forbidding. Inside, there was a horrid mixture of smells-piss, smoke, and the musty odor of a dirty room. Still, she had felt it was her God-given duty to help the ailing in the county. Her husband had approved with some reluctance, especially after what he'd heard from the Elder Dennis.
Anne kept her chin up, trying to look as cool as possible while her heart was beating out of control.
"I ... I'm going to leave now. You'll let me or my husband know when your mother comes back. I'd like to see her and take her to church and-"
"Fuck church!" Jack Barrington exclaimed, his handsome face darkening with anger. "You ain't heard us right, bitch. We're gonna fuck you so much you ain't gonna have one virgin pore left on your fuckin' body. Preacher wife, you're gonna have cum comin' outta your mouth, your ass, your pussy, when me and Jerry here finish with you."
"No, no!"
Jack started unzipping his trousers.
They were going to rape her!
Panicking, Anne wheeled about, rushing toward the door. Her eyes went wide when she saw a hairy arm slam down in front of her, blocking her escape. Screaming, she jerked back, both hands over her mouth.
Jack was in front of her, grinning a smile that revealed yellow, tobacco-stained teeth.
Jerry moved in, curling his fingers around the back of her yellow cotton summer dress and tearing down. With one swift move, he ripped the garment in half.
"Oh, no, God!"
She stumbled on the uneven floorboards, regaining her balance while trying to hide her tits and pussy. Her large tits jiggled in her bra.
Jerry moved behind her once more, slapping her playfully on the ass. Anne wheeled around, glaring angrily at him while trying to hide her cunt and tits.
The two savage brothers were laughing at her now.
She looked frantically at the doorway. Jack read her mind, and he kicked the door shut.
Anne jumped, her flesh breaking out into goose pimples as she ducked behind an old kitchen table, her buttocks pressing against the kitchen wall.
"Get her, man! Get her before she slips away!" Jack said.
Crying out, Anne snatched a cookie jar from the nearby sink counter and hurled it at Jerry. It smashed on the wall just behind him. Jack kicked the table away and grabbed her wrists.
"No, uh, no, ahhhh!"
Snarling, Jack twisted her hands behind her.
Anne screamed as her knees gave way and she buckled. She started falling.
Jerry cupped her buttocks in both hands and squeezed her ass through her nylon garters.
Anne tried pulling back, but her struggles created more jolts of pain that shot up her arms. Someone tugged tentatively at her bra, pulling harder until the elastic band snapped.
Anne screamed again. She struggled to pull her hands free. But Jack still held them, Poking down at her naked tits and licking his lips.
"Nice, big ol' tits, man, nice!"
Anne flushed scarlet. No man other than her husband had seen her naked like this.
Jack dragged her across the floor toward the stove. Jerry followed, his gaze fastened on the nippled ends of her tits.
"As God is my witness, you'll pay for this!" Anne screamed as Jack flung her against the stove.
As he approached, Anne threw herself at him, scratching his face.
"I'll call the police! You'll never get away with this!"
"Like hell you will!" Jerry countered, catching her by the right arm and wheeling her around.
Anne sobbed in frustration. He was going wild. His hands pawed her all over, his fingers digging into her ass while he started sucking on her nipples!
Anne screamed, twisting wildly as she felt his teeth biting into her throbbing nipples. He ignored her screams, biting down hard while licking his tongue over her tit-tips. Anne thought he would surely tear them off.
"No, no, lemme go! God in heaven, strike them down!" she cried.
But Jerry only bit harder, twisting her nipple.
She could feel him rubbing against her, the bulge in his Levi's growing larger as it pushed against the crotch panel of her panties.
"Get 'er on the fuckin' table. I'm gonna teach this little Bible slut a lesson, and I'm gonna do it myself after you help me," Jack said, rubbing his hand tentatively over his injured cheek.
"But-" Jerry protested, pulling his mouth from Anne's tit.
"Don't gimme no sass, boy! Now, you just do what your older brother tells you, and maybe I'll let you have a crack at 'er later on, hear?"
Reluctantly Jerry did as he was told, pulling the squealing blonde back into the small kitchen and against the table.
"No, no, no!" Anne screamed, her feet nearly going out from under her as she struggled.
Looking up, she saw Jack bringing his hand up, then swinging it down in a broad arc.
She had no time to duck. In a second she felt the stinging crashing blow of his fist against the right side of her face. Her head snapped back violently, her hair splashing across her cheeks while her brain rattled under the force of the blow.
Anne was so stunned she barely noticed them removing her panties. It was only when Jack dug his thumb into her cunt and pressed a jagged fingernail against her clit that she screamed again. Her legs kicked out, her head lolling back while scream after scream ripped from her throat. She could feel the agony of her clit being crushed by this savage man. And yet there was something else stirring in her, something that made her pussy grow hot and tight.
Jack smiled. "Man, oh man, we got ourselves a little hot honey-pie here. I'm gonna take a good bite outta that pie, baby. And when I get through, gonna give a slice to my brother here. Tie the slut up!"
Anna felt a shudder of revulsion shivering through her body.
Jack held Anne down while Jerry rattled through several drawers. Taking out some ropes, he looped them around her wrists, then tied the free ends down to the table legs.
Anne's face blanched, her mouth setting into a tight scar as she felt the ropes biting into her flesh. She moved her fingers to keep the circulation going while Jerry cinched the ropes tight.
She moved her ass over the smooth table top, feeling her buttocks flattening out against the cool surface. Staring up at the ceiling, Anne felt as if she were being readied for surgery. There was that same helpless feeling, that same sensation of horror as the men roped her down to the table in that wretched mountain cabin.
"Okay, baby, now we can talk a little about your hubby, huh?" Jack began, drawing one hand over his sweaty forehead while standing to her left.
He brought one hand down, lightly tracing a jagged fingernail over the swell of her left tit. Anne shuddered, her belly drawing in while she waited for the next blow.
"We can use some cash, baby. Your husband's into all that fuckin' fund raisin' for the town to repair that damned old bridge the river took out last May. You gonna give it to us?"
Anne stared at the men, uncomprehending what Jack was saying.
"Man, she stupid or what?" Jerry asked, staring at her naked pussy.
He had never seen such a tight-looking cunt, a nice tight hole that begged for a prick.
"Money, bitch. You gonna get it for us?"
"Money?"
"Christ! She's gonna need some schoolin' here," Jack said.
He picked up her purse from the floor, turning it over and dumping its contents on the floor. Pushing the toe of his boot through the mess, he looked at the pile, then tossed her purse away.
"Naw, I didn't think she'd have much money on her. We gotta get some cash to get outta this dump. And she's gonna get it for us."
Jack reached in his pocket, pulling out a Zippo lighter.
Anne's eyes widened as sweat began to dot her belly and forehead.
After pausing a minute, Jack brought the lighter down within an inch of her belly.
Anne cringed, her wrists tugging against the cutting rope. She began making whimpering sounds, her nostrils flaring while her eyes widened in honor. They were going to burn her!
Anne screamed, her heart beating wildly.
Jack ignored her wild pleas, nodding in Jerry's direction. Jerry moved around to the front of the table and held down her knees with all his might.
Anne screamed more loudly, knowing agony was only seconds away. She could smell the odor of the burning lighter fluid as Jack brought the fire close to the stretched tendon of her inner thigh. The fire reddened her flesh. She writhed against Jerry's strong fingers.
She was being burned now! Anne could feel the increased heat on her flesh as Jack moved the fire back and forth, back and forth.
"Uhhhhh!" Anne shuddered as sweat oozed down her cheeks, coating her jiggling tits while perspiration puddled, in her navel.
The fire was moving up and down, close to her thigh, reddening her skin while her legs shivered against Jerry's restraining hands. She jerked her arms wildly until her muscles cramped. The pain was horrible. The heat was as if one thousand burning pokers were singeing her flesh! Anne tried to think of anything that would ease her pain. But all the woman could think of was that awful fire burning her skin and of what the Barringtons were going to do to her next! "Aghghghhhhh!"
Jack brought the fire close to her pussy, passing the lighter over her cunt hairs.
Anne gasped as she stared wildly at the ceiling. She could feel the heat warming her pussy.
She tried to scream at her first, but nothing came out. She could smell her cunt-hair burning. Tears flowed as she screamed. The horrid pain spread to all parts of her body.
"Man, she ain't gonna say nothin' against her husband this way," Jerry said, his prick nearly teasing through the front of his Levi's.
"Maybe not this way," Jack mused, flicking the top of the lighter back.
Anne collapsed back on the table, gasping in lungfuls of air. She felt her body sagging as the two men talked quietly.
Jerry was protesting about something, but finally he agreed reluctantly, sulking away from the table. She heard the front door open and slam shut.
"Don't like people watchin' when I fuck."
"No, oh no, no, no, no!" Anne cried as tears blinded her eyes.
Being tortured was one thing. She could still remain pure, true to her husband, her church. But being raped was something else. She would never be able to look her husband or the church elders in the face again.
But something black in her soul was begging for this.
She could feel her pussy warming to the idea that this madman's cock would be fucking her cunt, sending her higher and higher until she came with the abandon of a street whore!
"Oh!" she gasped.
Jack grabbed her ankles, twisting her around until she lay belly down on the table. There was a clicking sound behind her. About to twist her head around, Anne suddenly felt something very cold and hard against her throat. It was a knife!
Anne let out a shuddering breath. She could hear Jack laughing softly, his breathing becoming more and more shallow as he drew the blade down the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades. Her flesh shivered under that light touch.
She felt the knife moving down along the bumps of her spine until he had it pressed flat against her buttocks. When he ran the point of the knife along the heavy bottom swell of her ass-cheek, Anne gasped, then began pissing as her horror grew.
"So, you can't even keep from peein' on my mama's table. Gotta teach you a good lesson on that 'un," Jack said with a derisive laugh.
Quickly, he slicked a thin line across Anne's forearm. She cried, trying to pull away from the sharp pain. She pulled and twisted, thinking that her sphincter would fail next. Surely he would flail her alive if she soiled the table.
Dazed, Anne looked at her arm and saw the dark red slash on her arm. Shaking with complete terror, Anne waited for the final blow. Instead she felt two fingers twisting into her cunt-hole, fucking inside like a cock as if it were her husband's prick probing into her hot little hole.
His calloused fingertips brushed over the lips of her pussy, while his thumb caressed her clit.
"Like it, huh, baby? Man, oh man, you're goin' nuts gettin' finger-fucked. And when I get through with you, you won't be able to think about nothin' else."
Anne wept, feeling her pussy running with juices now, unable to stop Jack from jabbing his finger deeper in her fuck-hole.