Chapter 4
"No," Janet protested as she was thrown from man to man. They all formed a tight little circle around her, tossing her from one to the other as if she were a volleyball. The men terrified her. They all laughed and called her obscene names as they pawed her shamelessly, tossing her off to one another brutally. Janet's long hair whipped across her face as she staggered crazily across the bam, whimpering helplessly.
"Stupid bitch," the former rapist said, stepping into that circle and grabbing Janet just as she was being hurled away from one man. He turned her around like a puppet then began stripping her clothes off. She gasped loudly, jerking her hands in front of her in a vain attempt to cover her naked tits and cunt. She felt the eyes of all those perverted men riveting on her pussy and boobs as she watched her former rapist throw the torn clothing over near the door.
Janet shuddered from cold and fear, pressing her arms tightly against her big, hanging tits. She closed her thighs, bending one leg around the other to cover her snatch-lips. Her skin puckered up into gooseflesh as she heard filthy comments about her body being made by all the men.
Janet stood quietly in the middle, closing her eyes and hoping nothing would happen. She knew it was a crazy thought. But she prayed anyway. Opening her eyes, she watched as the men started moving closer toward her. She squeezed her arms in tighter, trying to make herself as small as possible as the human circle tightened itself around the moaning brunette.
Then one of the men made a move. He reached out and laughed, making an obscene remark as he tried to pry her right hand away from her tits. Janet shrank back and gasped, backing away from him and into another man. She wheeled around as she felt a fist plow into her asscheeks. She watched in terror as hands were raised as if to strike a hundred blows across her body.
"Please, don't," Janet pleaded as she dodged one blow and ran back toward the other end of the circle. She felt like a trapped animal, running away from one threat only to throw herself into the arms of another. The men's eyes danced with sadistic pleasure as they watched their prey flutter helplessly in front of them. Her big tits jiggled with the violent movements she made. Her bare asscheeks bounced as she slid on the cold dirt barn floor, ducking and running away from the howling men. How all. this noise could go on undetected was a mystery for Janet as she groaned and cried for help.
"Slut, come here. Hey bitch, bitch, whore," the men cried out alternately. She turned around and around, spinning out of control as she looked wild-eyed for a place to escape. The cold, overwhelming lust coming out of these men almost made her faint with horror.
Then she heard someone walking up quickly behind her. It was the leader of this howling group. He reached up and grabbed several long stocks of her silky brown hair, pulling her backward and down toward the ground. Janet had a feeling she'd be lost utterly if she sank to her knees. Fighting the pain and pressure, Janet gritted her teeth and stood her ground as the men laughed at her efforts.
Still gripping her hair, the man reached around her thighs and rammed two fingers into her twat. The suddenness and violence of the insertion made Janet gasp out a groan of surprise and pain. She felt her belly and cunt muscles clamp shut, her thighs clenched. As she yelped out again, Janet found herself grinding her hips hungrily against his hand and spearing fingers. While the men goaded him on and insulted her, she was willingly throwing herself against him.
"OHHHHHH" Janet cried as she felt his fingers roughly probe her cunt. He reamed her fuck tunnel out carelessly, then jerked his hand away and pulled it up quickly. Before she knew what was happening she felt him jam his hand in her mouth. The brunette could smell and taste her own cunt juice as she gagged from the pressure. Janet choked on the vile smell and taste as the men surrounding her laughed brutally.
Then the hand was gone from her mouth. Janet felt herself shoved forward toward two tall men standing directly in front of her. They caught her by the shoulders and held her tightly with their powerful hands. Pushing her head down to their waist level, they held her arms still as the brunette felt the heavy weight of her hanging boobs pull at her chest and shoulders.
Janet didn't have to wait long to find out what was going on behind her. She heard the sound of leather sliding against material and guessed the man was removing his belt. There was a pause, then the sound of something hissing in the air. He slapped her ass with his belt, making it tingle with pain as her butt-cheeks burned from the sudden attack. He struck her again, this time harder than before. Waves of hot agony rippled across her downy asscheeks, shooting through her tits and teasing her pussy. Janet groaned, tilting her head down limply as the long brown hair dangled in front of her eyes. She heard another hissing sound and braced herself for the searing pain.
"AHHHHHHUUUNGH!" Janet cried, her body jerking forward and her muscles tensing as that leather belt sliced more painfully than ever across her puckered ass skin. She struggled in vain against the two men who were holding her tightly between them. Her eyelids fluttered open and her eyeballs bulged out as a fourth slash cracked across her buttocks, this time coming dangerously close to that sensitive skin joining her cunt and shithole.
"Try this one," the man granted.
Janet felt a fifth blow sear her ass. Her knees buckled as she threw her head back, making her long brown hair whip across her shoulders and the upper portion of her back. The strokes came faster and harder now. With each stroke of the belt she felt herself growing weaker. What will she had was disintegrating. Her moans turned to helpless, animal-like whimpers as the cracks merged into one another. Soon Janet felt herself becoming one throbbing sensation of agony.
"OHHHHHH," Janet wailed in a long, low sob as she felt herself sinking to the dirt below. The two men continued to hold her tightly by the forearms as the belt kept slicing across her asscheeks. Her head hung limply down on her chest as Janet felt her arms strain at the shoulders. Slowly the burning pain died away and was replaced by a tight, numb feeling that spread from her buttocks to her cunt.
A surprise stroke caught her across the upper back, the pointed tip of the leather belt curling around her right side and biting into her tit. Her belly quaked and she gagged at the unexpected pain. Her arms stretched high above her head as she swayed on her knees from side to side, pulling helplessly in a vain attempt to get away from her torturers.
"Little bitch looks like she's gonna pass out," the man with the belt said as he signalled with a quick jerk of the head for her release.
Almost immediately the two men holding Janet let go. Janet pulled her arms down and covered her tits, curling herself up into a tiny ball and rocking back and forth in an effort to comfort herself. The tightly packed cold dirt made the soles of her bare feet ache. She felt horribly exposed in this barn, an unwanted center of attention in the middle of this leering circle of masked sadists. The brunette hid her face from the laughing crowd, then turned her head slightly up to take a good look at her antagonists. They were all well-built, athletic men who reminded her of the prison help that worked on her farm. Janet was by now almost sure of this. A few remarks she'd overheard the men make suggested they knew her and the farm.
"OHHH, GOD!" Janet cried as she watched them run their hands up and down their hardened cocks, grinning at her through their masks. The long red marks and welts across her lower back and ass started to sting her now. They made her eyes fill up with large, hot tears as she thought of the white tender skin covering her full ass and how it must look now.
"Hey, Jack," one of the men said, throwing something large over Janet's head at the man who'd been beating her with the belt.
Jack! Janet spun around and stared wildly at the big man towering over her. She'd been right in her suspicions! Somehow he'd managed to get over here to the farm last night and rape her. And now he brought his buddies along to do these terrible things to her body. Chuck was right. These prisoners had desires and lusts building up in them for possibly years. When they finally burst, they took the form of sick, terrifying actions.
"That's right," Jack said, looking down at Janet and smiling as he guessed her thoughts. The brunette looked at his right hand and saw he was holding what looked like a cat-o-nine-tails. The workmanship was sloppy, like something made in a prison workshop!
"I've played along with you. Now it's the real thing," Jack growled as he snapped the multi-headed whip. The thick air was filled quickly with the sharp crackle of the leather thongs that sprang out of the short, hard handle.
Janet felt her skin crinkle up in horror as she fell back on her ass. Her fingers dug at the hard ground as she started to scoot back from the approaching man. The others in the circle stepped back to give her more room. Obviously they were enjoying this little scene and wanted it played out to the fullest.
As Jack moved slowly across the floor toward her, Janet wiggled away. She could feel particles of dirt working their way into her asscrack, invading her bunghole and pussy as she kept sliding away.
"Come here, baby," Jack crooned, his eyes fastened on her like two laser rays. "Come on and get a taste of my little friend here," he said, cracking the weapon menacingly again against his boot.
Janet let out a long, low whimper as she tucked her legs under her buttocks and sprang quickly to her feet. She stumbled forward, running blindly across the dirt floor as the sound of derisive cat-calls and laughter rang in her ears. Her hands waved frantically in front of her as if she were trying to brush away the horror surrounding all of them. She felt something rough and cold crash against her and realized she'd run into one of the barn's wooden walls.
No escape! Janet was trapped. There was no place for her to run to any more.
Jack laughed. "I'm a little tired playing catch with you," he said, raising his hand high over his head. Janet covered her face with both hands, knowing well what to expect from the big man whenever he took that pose.
Janet didn't have to wait for long. As she turned, her arms trembling as she tried to cover both her face and hanging titties, he brought the weapon down. It bit the flesh along her ribs. The woman screamed and jerked backward, slamming hard against the wooden wall. Janet felt splinters stab into her shoulder blades and sliced buttocks as the back of her head banged hard against the planks.
Jack swung the multi-headed weapon high over his head again. The various leather knots spread apart in the darkened air like some kind of exotic flower, then appeared to come down at her in slow motion. They sailed inches away from her widened eyes, chewing into the flesh along her full hips.
Janet shrieked again. She threw her right leg across her left, sending her body spinning around until its backside was facing the big man. The two gaping wounds burned as she sobbed and clawed at the wooden wall hopelessly. She pressed her belly against the cool planks for some kind of comfort as she heard the whistling sound of the lash coming down one more time.
"Ohhhhhh," Janet wailed as she felt the leather thongs bite into the old wounds on her butt-cheeks. The brunette rolled away from the wall, staggering along its length and digging at the rough planks as she tried to keep her balance. Another blow and another gnawed into her tender flesh. She was spinning around and around now like a top in slow motion. The air cracked with the sharp, cutting sound of leather against sweaty flesh. Her head rolled around her shoulders as her hair swirled out like a brown feathery cape.
Finally Janet lost her balance and collapsed exhausted to the dirt floor once more. The big man grunted, wiping the rivers of sweat from his forehead. Janet knelt on her hands and knees, her head hanging down as she opened her mouth and let out a series of long, low moans. Her skin quivered as she swayed slowly back and forth. The brunette wondered how much longer could she take this kind of abuse without passing out.
To be unconscious! How Janet wanted to feel herself slipping away to that black world, away from these brutal men who seemed bent on torturing her to death. She tried with all her might and will to faint. But Janet realized she was too strong a woman. All this humiliation and pain was actually breeding a feeling of hate and resentment in the woman. While they tried to rip down her pride and self-respect, something inside Janet was defying these men, vowing to get back at them at any cost.
"I've gotta loosen her up a little," Jack snickered.
Janet started to turn around, wondering what new kind of torture he had for her. She watched as he undid his belt, reaching down and unbuttoning his fly. Janet cried out in fear as she saw that big dick he'd used against her pussy the few nights before spring into view. Her cunt trembled with fear and excitement as Jack teased his fat dick into full hardness.
The big man enjoyed Janet's terror. He let go of his cock and walked quickly over to her. Bending down, he slapped her on the mouth. Janet shuddered and fell backward from the force of the painful blow. She could feel something warm and salty trickling down into her mouth and knew he'd split her lip with that smack.
"Get down on your fuckin' face and shove that ass up," Jack said as he raised his foot and placed it hard against her upturned ass. Janet groaned as she felt the thick, cold heel working its way into the tight asscrack. She was afraid he was going to try to work it into her bunghole. Automatically Janet tightened her ass. She knew he was going to screw her in the ass.
The brunette sobbed out a choked cry of horror as she did as she was told, lowering her face to the foul-smelling dirt while raising her ass and tilting it upward as best she could. Janet had never been fucked in the butt before. She'd heard of how women and men had been injured when the ass fucking was too rough. The brunette shuddered again, knowing full well that gentleness was not one of the big man's stronger points.
"Ohhhh," Janet cried as she felt Jack's big hands crawling over her welted back. He worked his calloused fingers across the painful skin, chuckling whenever he dug his dirty nails into the welts or cuts and made Janet cry out in agony. His fat, blood-heavy dick jerked lazily up and down with throbs of delight.
"UHHHHHHHH!" Janet cried out again as she felt the big man jam three fingers suddenly into her cunt, running them hard against the slick membranes of her pussy walls. He grazed her sputtering clit with the rough tip of his thumb, working it over the rising tiny shaft as he slicked down his fingers with her thick, foamy fuck oil.
Jack pulled out his fingers then moved them up until they were pressing against the brown puckered skin of her tiny shitter. He was sticking two lingers into her asshole, stretching the tender slick lining of her bung-chute as he slipped the second knuckle past the tight outer ring of ass muscle.
Janet said nothing, moving her face over to her wrist and biting down hard on the skin. Her arms trembled as she felt a warm, scraping sensation firing up her ass. He was slipping a third finger in her rectum now, turning his hand around and around in reaming, churning motions to stretch her anal canal.
"That's enough prep," Jack grunted, pulling his fingers out of her ass and crawling forward a few more inches on his knees. He placed both hands on either side of her upturned ivory welted mounds, pushing down and spreading them apart as he hunched his big fat dick forward. Janet groaned as she felt a rush of cool air suddenly blow into her hot asshole. Then there was the sensation of something hot and greasy pressing down against her asshole.
"OHHHHHH," Janet screamed in an increasingly high wail as she felt a ripping, aching feeling tear her buttocks then rip into her belly. Her thighs agonized horribly. Her belly quivered. Her head throbbed violently as the fat spongy cockhead pushed past the tight sphincter muscle and started digging its way down into the woman's bowels. She cried and sobbed, knowing no one would help her as she felt more inches of Jack's thick hot dick-meat push into her. There was no wonderful sensation of ecstasy. There were no throbs of delight spreading to her pussy. All Janet felt was pain-pure, raw pain raking at her shitter and radiating to all sensitive parts of her body as the big man kept throwing more and more of his cockmeat into her ass.
"Ugh," Jack grunted. His fat dick-root pressed against the ring of her bunghole now. Janet cried out one more time, shuddering as she felt his hot leathery balls resting against her butt-cheeks. Through the roaring in her head she heard the sounds of the men standing around her and the man.
Jack didn't sit still long. Soon he was stabbing her with his dick, pile-driving his cock into her musky shitter. His big hips slammed mercilessly against her buttocks, the force of the forward thrusts pushing her face harder into the dirt. Janet felt her forehead scraping along the cold ground as Jack's grunts became more excited and higher.
"UHHHH," Jack groaned as his swinging nuts spat out their hot jizz into his ass-embedded cock. Janet screamed in disgust, closing her eyelids tightly and pounding the dirt with her clenched fingers as the big man dumped his load into her butt.