Chapter 3
Janet didn't say anything about what had happened to her that night to Chuck when he came-back. When she came to, the brunette had to keep telling herself that what had happened was real. She'd been brutally raped by some maniac who nearly killed her. As she crawled off the floor, Janet pushed the tangled mass of hair from her eyes and tried to put everything together. She thought of his voice, his build, his big, fat cock that drove her crazy. Who was he? He resembled Jack Frazer. But Janet couldn't be sure. If she accused him of something like that, it might ruin his chances for parole. Even if they found him innocent, his privileges away from the prison would sharply, if only temporarily, be curtailed. Then he might take out his frustrations on her if he hadn't done so already.
But what if he were the rapist? Janet held her head in her hands and moaned with confusion. Her body hurt; her mind spun around and around as she thought of the degrading experience she'd just undergone. Besides, how could he get out of the compound undetected. It was minimum security. But there were guards surveying the perimeter constantly. If he tried sneaking into her farm, surely he'd be detected.
Janet's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the pickup truck turning into the drive. She stood up, stumbled toward the bed and pulled the sheets back on before climbing back in. She didn't want to tell Chuck what happened. She'd been raped. She felt angered as well as degraded by her attacker. But at the same time Janet knew she'd been highly excited by the rapist's brutal attitude and actions. The brunette didn't want him returning and confessing to the police about how much she enjoyed the fucking. She'd never be able to hold her head around the farm after word like that got around.
The following day went smoothly for Janet.
None of the workers showed any signs they knew of what happened the night before.
While Chuck was busy checking out the large well pump behind the house, Janet decided to confront Jack Frazer to see if he was the man who attacked her. Even though she was still uncertain as to whether or not report what happened to her, the brunette felt a compelling drive to discover the identity of her rapist. She had to know, even if she didn't tell the authorities.
Asking one of the workers as to Jack's whereabouts, she learned he was in the kennel building, checking out three new German shepherds that had been shipped to the farm several days ago. They were bought by Chuck to be used later for breeding purposes, another one of her father's sidelines.
"Mr. Frazer," Janet said, stepping into the warm, humid building. The smell of stale urine and perspiration shot up her nostrils. She tried not to make a face as she walked up to the muscular inmate who was standing in front of several tall, iron cages. Barking, snarling shepherds pawed at the thick metal bars as she looked down at them. Janet had thought of giving up the breeding idea after she'd sold off the last dog in the kennel. But Chuck had convinced her to keep up the project. It was a money-maker according to him. Possibly so.
But looking down at the dogs snapping at her, Janet wished he hadn't bought them.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Jack asked, hardly noticing she'd walked in.
Janet turned and stared again at the dogs who were barking and howling in their cages. Physically they were beautiful. But they were acting as if they suffered from rabies.
"Yes, I suppose they are," Janet said, turning away and staring at Jack. She scrutinized his physique carefully, remembering the man who'd raped her the night before. She was almost sure the rapist had a build similar to Jack's. Still, Janet couldn't be sure.
"They'll be damned good for breeding or guarding. I used to breed dogs, Miss Baker, you know that?" Jack Frazer said, turning around and looking hard into Janet's eyes.
The brunette gasped out loud and had to force herself to stay calm. His eyes bored into her head like two laser beams. They had that same intense look her attacker had. Chills rippled over her goosefleshed skin as Janet stammered idiotically in front of him.
"Something the matter?" he asked, a smile snaking across his thick lips.
"N-no," Janet stuttered, turning away from the prisoner and fighting for control.
Jack went back to the dogs, talking to them. Then quickly he raised his foot and kicked the top of one of the cages. Immediately, the imprisoned dog jumped about wildly, banging his furry, muscular body against the iron bars as his powerful, spit-flecked jaw snapped the air, then chewed at the iron bars. His eyes rolled about in his head as he jumped up again and tried to snap at Jack Frazer's kicking leg. Janet wheeled around and saw the inmate's face twisted into a mask of insane delight. It was like looking into the pits of hell.
"Good to get 'em shook up like that. Makes 'em know who's master," he said thickly, obviously forcing himself to be civil with her.
Janet stepped back and stared at the big man. His broad, square shoulders suggested a raw, crushing power-the kind that nearly destroyed her the night before. His thick waist was pure muscle. She could see it rippling even with his clothes on. Jack's large, square jaw; his long, straight Roman nose; his high forehead; his bushy black eyebrows -everything suggested a raw, destructive power about to wash over and ruin anything it came in contact with. The brunette felt threatened and intimidated just standing next to the big man. She felt she had to leave.
"Going so soon, Miss Baker? I thought we could sit around and talk about the dogs or something," Jack said in a sneering tone of voice. Janet blushed hotly, wondering if the remark were completely innocent or a sneering mockery.
"I'm sorry, but I'm busy. Some other time, perhaps," she said over her shoulder as she walked briskly out of the kennel. As she walked toward the farmhouse, Janet thought she could fee Jack Frazer staring at her, his eyes peeling away her clothes as she crossed the wide courtyard.
"There they go," Janet said softly as she peered out the living room window and watched the inmates climb into the personnel truck. Every evening at seven the truck came from the prison to take the workers back to the compound. The brunette sighed with relief, pulling the drapes shut and sliding off the couch.
"You seem a little up-tight," Chuck said, looking up from the desk where he'd been working on the books for the past two hours. Janet had an accountant who did the complicated money balancing. But more and more Chuck was taking over the day-to-day financial management. He was slow, mathematics not being one of his better accomplishments. But Janet somehow liked the idea of a man like Chuck taking over the ranch. She found him honest, hard-working, and certainly a comfort in bed.
"I'm beginning to agree with you about the inmates. I guess I'm not as trusting as my father was," Janet said, shrugging her shoulders guiltily as she strolled lazily across the thick living room rug. Chuck put down his pencil and stood upk smiling at Janet. His open face and broad smile suggested not only that he was glad she finally agreed with him about the workers, but also that he had something else on his mind besides farming matters.
"We can talk to the authorities later about changing the arrangement," Chuck said. Janet smiled at his use of the word we. It was almost as if he'd moved lock, stock and barrel into the farm and her life.
"Yes," Janet said absently as she found herself peering deeply into Chuck's blue eyes. She felt the room swaying around her as he moved around the desk and walked forward. Janet felt him slipping his big arms tightly around her waist, drawing her body hard against his while he tilted his handsome face down and pressed Ids thick lips against hers. The brunette swallowed his tongue greedily, pressing her thunderous tits against Chuck's chest as she felt his groin sliding up against her crotch.
She tilted her head back, pulling away from the big man's lips and gasping happily as she felt him nipping her neck gently. He drove his mouth down into the cleavage between her tits, tracing down her jugs with his thick tongue while he fumbled for the zipper of her tight-fitting jeans.
"Yes, yes," Janet cried, twisting her body around in his powerful grip. Chuck had unleashed a fire in her, fed more by the brutal rape. Her mind burned with uncontrollable lust as she felt him peel her clothes off and force her down to the floor. The brunette watched with delighted expectation as Chuck pulled off his shirt and Levi's and knelt down next to her.
"Get on top, baby," Chuck said, lying down and pulling Janet over his thighs. The brunette had never tried this position before. But now Janet was game for anything.
Carefully Janet squatted down, her cuntlips peeling back from the crouching position then slipping tightly around the fat, drooling head of Chuck's upright cock. The two of them closed their eyes and moaned as Chuck's prick eased into her cunt.
"Oh, God, I like this," Janet babbled. It was different being on top like this. At first she made a few awkward movements, not used to what kind of motions would bring the ultimate satisfaction to both her and Chuck. Then in a few minutes Janet saw how she could rock and bob her body so that his cock would pull out of her clinging cunthole while rubbing against her throbbing clit-shaft. Janet shuddered with hot delight as she felt her frothy juices bubble out of her hot tunnel and grease down Chuck's knobby, thick cockshaft.
"Oh-h, baby. You're a real pro," Chuck murmured as he reached up and tweaked her nipples with both hands. He was lying very still, his eyes closing tightly and his jaws set hard as if he were holding something back. Janet closed her eyes and let her cuntal sheath slip down to the fat root of his prick. She didn't want the big man to come yet. She still had some way to go. Yet just thinking about Chuck's roaring cock was pushing her rapidly up to climax.
"AHHHHHH," Janet sighed as she rolled her ass around when she settled all the way down on Chuck. She pushed down and back with all her weight, feeling a delicious pressure deep inside her pussy.
"Oh, baby, take it easy. Don't move around so much or I'm gonna shoot," Chuck warned.
"Oh, God, I can't help it," Janet said, looking down at the beads of sweat popping out on Chuck's forehead. She lowered her face until her big tits tickled across his hairy chest. They kissed again, fighting with their tongues as Janet squeezed her cuntal muscles one more time. Then she lifted her body, rocking forward until the bulging cockhead was inside that powerful ring of muscles surrounding her cuntal opening. Janet made those muscles tighten again. Chuck moaned loudly, arching his back up from the floor. Janet felt a thrill of power surge over her as she squeezed again.
"Touch my balls," Chuck groaned out.
Janet moaned, then reached down and cupped his hot, leathery sacs. She thought she could feel his cum bubbling inside, pushing harder and harder into the tube that ran through the center of his cunt-embedded prick.
"I'm gonna shoot, babe. Oh, fuckin' Jesus, I'm gonna pop!" Chuck said in a strained voice. His eyelids were clamped shut and his ass was pounding the floor, hunching up and driving his dick harder into Janet's gripping pussy.
The brunette matched his upward thrusts with downward ones, slamming her body down and crying out as she felt her titties slapping deliciously against her heaving chest. She couldn't keep her ass still now, riding his jerking rod up and down.
"God, I think I'm coming, too. Oh, God, I know I am!" she said, throwing back her head and shaking it violently from side to side. Her long brown hair whipped across her bare shoulders and flopping tits as sweat burned into her tightly shut eyes. Janet cupped Chuck's balls harder. Suddenly she felt his cock jerking uncontrollably between her clenching cuntlips. She could feel the fat dickhead expanding. Then there was a hot wash of something spattering inside her. Janet leaned forward and jerked her trembling thighs up, sanding her clit-shaft against Chuck's shooting rod. Bending forward, the brunette glued her lips to his as she felt herself coming with the big man. Their strangled cries mixed with the wet sounds of wild fucking as spasm after spasm ripped through Janet's cunt.
Chuck had driven off an hour earlier to the prison to talk with the authorities. He and Janet had decided to arrange for a gradual end to the inmates working on the farm. Luckily the warden was there when Chuck called.
Janet felt a little guilty about throwing these men off her farm. Yet there was something threatening about them. And there was that brutal rape she'd experienced, something she was determined not to tell Chuck. Although she had no proof, Janet was almost certain one of the prisoners, possibly Jack Frazer, was responsible. In some way he'd managed to get off that security area and break into her home.
Everything considered, Janet decided to strike while the decision was still hot and firm in her mind. Chuck's insistence that the farm was making enough money now to support legitimate workers helped.
Janet thumbed through a magazine a little nervously now, glancing up at the clock and noticing it was seven o'clock. It was already dark outside and Chuck wasn't back yet. Normally being alone didn't bother her. But this decision of hers, coupled with the vivid and humiliating memory of her attack just a few hours ago, made Janet understandably edgy.
Getting up to turn on the television, Janet suddenly heard the German shepherds barking wildly in the kennel.
Somebody's out there, Janet thought, freezing in her tracks. She spun around and ran for the desk, pulling open the center drawer and taking out her father's .38 pistol. She backed away from the door, reaching behind her for the. phone. It might be Chuck, Janet thought suddenly. The dogs barked at anything. He might have pulled up by the barn that was next to the kennel to check out the reaper.
Walking slowly to the door, Janet unbolted the latch and poked her head out in the night air. "Chuck?" she called out.
There was no answer. Janet called out his name again, then noticed a faint glow coming out of the half-opened barn door. The brunette sighed in relief, guessing Chuck had come back and went to the barn first. She laughed at herself for being so nervous, then started walking across the empty yard toward the large red wooden barn.
As she reached the center of the open space, Janet felt something cold, steely, almost inhuman clamp down on her forearm. The gun fell to the ground as she was yanked back and down.
"Oh, no!" Janet cried in horror as she looked up and saw that all-too-familiar rapist's face staring down at her through the ski mask.
"You say one word and I'm gonna break those arms off. You'll be keeping a hospital bed warm for a long, long time," he said, yanking her roughly to her feet.
Janet couldn't say anything, being frightened into silence.
"Inside," he said coldly, shoving her through the cold night air toward the barn.
"OHHHHH," Janet cried as she stumbled into the barn and fought to keep her balance. There was a hurricane lamp sitting on an overturned wooden keg next to the wall. Adjusting her vision to the dim light, Janet saw eight men walking out of the shadows toward her. Some of them wore ski masks like the man behind her to protect their identities. Others wore stockings pulled -tightly over their faces. It was as if she were living through a hellish nightmare as the men stepped closer and closer toward her.