Chapter 9
"ARRRGHHH! Oh, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Janet screamed, closing her eyes and shrieking louder with every hot squirt she felt burning into her cuntal walls. She jerked up her hands and covered her face in revolted shame, digging her sharp fingernails into her forehead. She could feel the big stallion's cock throbbing against the stretched inner folds of her cuntlips as more and more animal jizz filled up her cunt. Her body bucked and heaved with every spurt of cum. Soon the brunette felt the big horse's spunk spilling out of her violated hole, trickling through the thick forest of brown, frazzled cuntal hairs and oozing down her thighs. Janet groaned with disgust and a strange sort of relief. It was over. The most horrible thing in her life was finally over. Every muscle in her body went limp as she felt that softening horse's cock sliding slowly out of her cunt. Jack and the two other men were letting her down to the ground.
"Ohhhhh," Janet groaned as she felt the fat, bulbous head slip out from between her labia. Her snatch closed slowly as the men dropped Janet onto the ground, then crawled out from under the animal. Janet painfully dragged herself out from under the stallion's forelegs just as the two men were leading him back into his stall.
"What do we do with her now?" one of the inmates asked as he glanced down at his wristwatch. Even in her painful, distracted state, Janet knew what this meant. They'd had their fill of fun with her. It was getting late. They had to get back to the prison soon or they'd be found missing. -She knew too much. They couldn't trust her. Janet closed her eyes and prayed to God that her death would be a painless one.
"Get her back in the house and dressed," Jack growled as he sneered at the brunette.
Janet staggered to her feet, brushing back her hair and walking toward the opened door before any of the men could touch her. If these were going to be her last minutes, she wanted them to be as controlled and dignified as they could be.
The cool night air felt refreshing after that stilling thick atmosphere in the stable. She shuffled quickly across the courtyard up to the wooden porch of her home. The men were close behind, watching her every move as she opened the door and walked into the brightly-lit living room.
"Chuck!" Janet cried out as she moved quickly up to the center couch. There, lying lengthwise across the large piece of furniture, was Chuck, tightly bound and gagged. She could tell from his large, surprised eyes that he wondered what happened to her.
"Hey, lover boy. Your girl's cunt's a lot bigger now, with that horse-dick stretchin' it out," one of the men said as Janet looked helplessly down at Chuck.
The brunette could have killed him for making that remark.
"Don't believe anything they say. They raped me, then . . . " Janet started to say.
"Save it for later, baby. Get in that bedroom and get dressed," one of the men said, reaching down and pulling Janet roughly off the couch. She groaned as he spun her across the living room floor, letting go and laughing as she staggered hard into the doorway of her bedroom. "I'd fuck you now, but you've got all that horse jizz in ya," the man sneered.
"You bastard!" Janet hissed, turning around and walking quickly into her darkened bedroom. She dressed quickly, throwing a tight-fitting, short, green print dress over her body as she heard the men relating in detail what had happened to her in the barn and stable to Chuck.
When she walked back into the living room she saw that they'd slid Chuck off the couch and propped him against the opened door. Chuck still had the gag on, although the men had untied his legs.
"He came back lookin' for you. We was waitin' for him in here. Jack figured he'd come back into the house for a little pussy," the first man said, motioning impatiently for Janet to follow. They pushed Chuck out onto the porch, dragging the brunette out closely behind him. Waiting in her pickup was Jack.
"Get 'em inside," Jack said, lowering his head and looking out the side window to make sure everything was okay.
"What about the rest of the guys?" the first man asked as he shoved Chuck next to Jack, then pushed Janet in after him.
"They're back at the prison. You got his hands tied good?"
"Like iron," the first man said.
"Shut the fuckin' door, then, and get back before they find you're gone. The guys'll cover for me till I get back," Jack said.
"You sure you can handle it alone?" the first man asked, slamming the truck door shut, then leaning into the cab. Janet thought she'd be able to claw at his face, then spring free and run for help. She took a side look at Jack. He was holding a .38 at her and Chuck.
"I can handle it," he said, reaching down and turning on the engine.
The blue pickup jerked forward, then circled around and headed toward the main road. Janet sat back in the seat, looking out at the peaceful, clear night as the truck bumped along the side road. She wondered what Jack had in mind for them. Looking sideways once more at the grim, set face of the convict, Janet was sure that he'd planned some kind of accident for them. That was why he'd asked her to get dressed. It would look like she and Chuck had gone out for an evening spin. Something happened to the truck. It went out of control, crashed and burned. No one would even guess what really happened. The true story was so incredible, Janet had a hard time believing it even now.
"Too bad I've got to get rid of you, babe," Jack said, his eyes glued on the darkened road ahead as he turned onto the main highway. "You're a damned good fuck, and give good head."
Janet blushed at his remark, feeling her heart pounding with shame as she felt Chuck stirring uneasily next to her.
"But you two know too much. We'll just have to look around and find somebody else to get our dicks into," Jack said as he shifted his position in the seat and stepped on the accelerator.
Janet could have screamed. Instead she sat quietly, racking her brain to think of some way to get out of this. She felt a new surge of strength bolstered by the revenge shoot through her body. The brunette gave a side glance at Chuck and noticed he was staring hard at her, trying to get her attention. Then he moved his eyes down to the floor. At first Janet thought he was making some kind of moral statement to her. She blushed, about to turn her face away from him when she lowered her eyes and saw what he was looking at. It was a screwdriver, rolling back and forth with the unsteady movements of the truck as it swerved rapidly along the winding highway. The occasional beams of light coming in through the windows from a few lights along the road glistened off the long metal shaft.
Janet looked carefully at Jack. He still held the .38 in his right hand pointed at the two of them. But the sudden twisting of the road made it almost impossible for him to keep a close watch on the two captives. Janet slowly lowered her right hand until it crept over the front edge of the seat. Jack was still closely watching the road. From the buildings that whizzed by in the night, the brunette knew they were heading toward the marble quarry down the road. He was probably going to dump the truck with them inside it in there. Quickly she jerked her hand down, closing her fingers around the cool plastic handle and pulling it up against her thigh without attracting any attention from Jack.
Slowly the brunette brought the screwdriver across her lap then down between her and Chuck. Working frantically but always keeping an eye on the inmate, Janet sawed the sharp tip of the screwdriver across the thick, tightly knotted ropes that bound Chuck's wrists together. As the truck sped faster down the highway toward the quarry, Janet could feel the rope fraying under her constant attack. Glancing up at Jack, the brunette saw the quarry sign ahead. She had to work quickly, or all their efforts would be in vain.
"Here we are," Jack said, glancing at the sign, then turning toward Janet.
The brunette quickly repositioned herself as she was originally, burying the screwdriver between hers and Chuck's thighs. The truck lurched to the left as Jack made a right turn. The sound of grinding loose gravel filled the cab of the pickup as they headed slowly toward the pit some thousand yards in front of them.
Janet looked quickly at Jack, satisfied that his attention was once more on the road. She slid her right hand back to the handle of the screwdriver and started cutting at the thick rope once more. Glancing out the front window she could see the white, high wooden fence that ran around the circumference of the granite and marble quarry.
Grunting with satisfaction she felt the ropes give way, freeing Chuck's hands. She pulled the screwdriver away and slid it under her buttocks as Jack started to stop the pickup.
"Well, it's been nice knowin' you. But-"
With lightning moves Chuck jerked his hands forward and clamped them hard onto Jack's. Janet screamed, covering her face as the two powerful men started fighting desperately in the tiny cab. She felt Chuck's feet kick her legs hard as he fought for leverage in his battle with the struggling convict. The two men grunted with effort as the pickup kept rolling forward.
"The truck!" Janet suddenly cried out, realizing finally that they were still moving toward the black hole in front of them.
Chuck jerked his head forward and saw they were only twenty feet away from the fence before them.
"Get the hell out of here," he said in a strained voice.
Frantic with terror, Janet jerked open the door. She pulled herself up off the seat and slid out, crashing to the gravel.
"My God!" Janet cried as she wheeled around and watched the truck suddenly lurch forward. Someone had stepped on the gas pedal. Janet staggered to her feet, watching in horror as the blue pickup traveled quickly toward the high white fence.
"No!" she cried, covering her mouth with both hands as she saw the pickup splinter through the fence and start to go over the edge. Just at that moment Janet saw someone scrambling out of the passenger's door and roll onto the ground. The front of the pickup jerked off the edge of the pit and tilted down. It seemed to be suspended for several seconds before the rear tires left the surface. Janet watched paralyzed as the truck shot off the edge of the quarry and sped downward toward the rocks below. In a few seconds she heard a loud crash, followed by a deafening explosion.
The black night air was suddenly illuminated by a bright, lurid red glare. The flickering light showed the brunette that it was Chuck and not Jack who'd escaped from the rushing truck.
"Oh, God, God," Janet cried out in wild relief, rushing up to the big man and throwing her arms around him as the fire roared below them.
The big man rolled his hips, his prick pushing against Janet's pussy. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. The brunette moved her pelvis up toward him.
"God, baby. This feels good," Chuck said as the knob of his meaty cock pressed against her clit. Janet sighed happily, feeling the electric charge seeping through her twisting body. She rocked her asscheeks from side to side, directing the end of his dickhead first against one cunt lip, then the other. Her tiny clit rolled under that pressure, sending more heat to her brain and cunt. Janet raised her hands and grabbed at his face, pulling his head against her throat. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nip sending flashes of crazed lust up and down her spine.
"I'm gonna split you apart like that fuckin' horse did."
The words bit into Janet's pride and made her want to throw Chuck off her body, out of her bedroom and out of her life. At the same time there was something brutally exciting about that kind of talk that raised her sexual awareness even more.
Janet rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cleft dividing her cunt flesh over his cockhead. She squirmed again, trying to slide onto the thick pillar of cockmeat. But her body seemed too tightly wedged between his body and the groaning bed to move.
The brunette opened her mouth and let out a low moan. Thrusting her thighs forward, Janet centered her cunt over the rounded tip of Chuck's throbbing dork. She rubbed her stiffened nipples against his broad, sweaty, hairy chest. With another low moan, Janet felt his cockhead spread her pussy lips apart, peeling them back as he started his entry.
That was all she needed. When the wide, flared head was still pressing against the outside of her cunt, Janet felt the steamy, belly-filling tension starting to knot up in her gut. She moved her hips from side to side.
Chuck grunted again, thrusting forward and upward. With one quick movement the head of his fat cock popped past the tense, eager ring of her cunthole.
"AHHHHHH!" Janet sighed long and low. She pulled his head close and welded her mouth to his. Her tongue dug wildly into his mouth. She rested on his prick, enjoying the feel of his knob just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge was stimulating the nerves inside her pussy. She contracted her cunt muscles, milking his dick lightly without moving her thighs one inch.
"Fuck me. Oh, God, your cock feels sooooo good there!" Janet cried, pulling away from him. The rising heat in her cunt made her start to move again. When she arched her back, Chuck pulled his cock outward until the ridge around the knob tugged at her pussy muscles. Each time Janet curled her spine and tried to swallow up more cock, Chuck thrust his cock forward until their groins ground together.
Janet was writhing wildly now. She swiveled on the bed, pressing her ass down against the wrinkled, sweaty sheets at one moment, then jerking her hips up and slamming her fragile body against Chuck's muscular chest and belly. Janet ground her clit against him, enjoying that sensation of stretching filling her cunt. The brunette moaned as the steady beat of his cockhead nudged the slick membranes of her tight-fitting pussy.
"Oh, God, I can't take much more!" Janet cried.
She felt herself stretching thin. She was vibrating inside like a bowstring. She dripped sweat as she felt herself all the way down on his big cock. The brunette moved her ass in circles, feeling Chuck's prick stirring her in sides like a big spoon.
The tension in her gut finally swelled up like a balloon.. Janet dug her sharp fingernails into Chuck's broad shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest. She pushed up wildly. Her asscheeks flexed, then softened.
"Now, bitch," Chuck growled.
Janet tossed her hips uncontrollably now in time to the rhythmic beat of the big man's embedded prick. Then it happened. The hard, heavy jolt of Chuck's cum blasted against her cuntal walls. Janet wept and struggled, her flailing fists striking the big man as the near-catastrophic waves of orgasm ripped from her cunt and made every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked and clawed at Chuck while he pressed down and flattened her sliding, bucking ass with his jerking body.
"OHHHHHHHHHH," Janet cried. She was all cunt, wet and hot and clenching in every cell of her body. Janet milked at the jerking rod, bouncing up and down like a berserk robot. All she could think of and feel was that cock in her cunt, shooting and hard while his big calloused hands clenched her bouncing ass. Her head dug back into the bed and f her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her cuntal explosion. Janet thought her orgasm would go on and on as that big, hard, strong cock stabbing into her finished spilling the heavy load from its fat balls.
"That makes everything a little better, babe?" Chuck asked after the two of them lay quietly together for several minutes.
Janet sighed happily, reaching up and toying with a thick curl of Chuck's hair that clung to his forehead. After Jack and the pickup plunged over the edge of the quarry, the two of them managed to get to a phone and call the police. It wasn't long before the rest of the inmates responsible for what happened to Janet were quietly rounded up at the minimum security prison farm and dispatched to more secure holding areas. For the benefit of all concerned, the exact details of what had taken place on that night were never known. Both Janet and Chuck decided to stay on the farm, hiring regular help instead of utilizing the prison labor her father had depended upon.
"You're gonna need someone around for a while who knows the ropes. You're not much of a business lady," Chuck said, sliding his hands down around Janet's big tits and tweaking her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The brunette jerked back and giggled, happy that Chuck had decided to stay on. Of course, there was no real doubt in her mind. It was just that he knew all about what happened to her that night. Even though Janet knew Chuck realized she'd been forced to commit all those humiliating and unnatural acts, she felt embarrassed at times when she looked at him. The woman wondered if Chuck had really believed she was forced to fuck that dog and horse.
"I might need somebody like that around here for a long time," Janet sighed happily, curling up next to the big man's body. His hands sad around her waist and draw her closer toward him. His thick lips were sliding across her throat again while his cock was stiffening and pressing against her thigh. Janet drove the doubts out of her mind as she gave into Chuck's sexual insistence. Whatever negative feelings he might have concerning that nightmarish night, Janet was sure she could overcome in time. God only knows, she was sure they'd have plenty of it.