Chapter 6
Rita strained uselessly against a heavy chain that locked her to the rail. Her jutting tits swelled inside her blouse, accenting their ripe curves. A gleam of nervous sweat appeared in the deep, plunging V between her tits, bright in the silver light of the moon.
She had never watched another couple hick before. She'd wanted to. She'd tried to coax her husband Joe to join with one of the other couples, thinking it would add excitement to their own sex life.
Watching Amos rip his hairy cock into Sue's cunt made her wince. His cock looked as hard and shaggy as the moss draped limbs overhanging the lake shore. She could see the soft, pink lips of Sue's tender cunt swell and strain . . . almost as though they were trying to scream.
The sound of their heavy breathing, the thrashing of their excited bodies on the deck made Rita's sleek cunt twitch and squirm, pumping out musky oils of lust. If she could have brought her chained hands around in front, she'd have stabbed a finger into her twat and teased herself into the blind fury of orgasm along with them.
As it was, with her wrists chained cruelly behind her back, Rita could only watch and feel denied.., strangely fearful at the same time. Willie still lay unconscious at her feet. When he woke up, he was sure to be more savage than the hairy monster raping Sue.
As Sue's shrill cries softened into grunts of obscene satisfaction, Rita heard another and a sharper sound farther away. It was Edna, her voice pitched and wailing like a siren.
Enos had ripped off Edna's clothes, scattering shreds around the wheelhouse. He'd pulled off his own ragged shirt and dropped his tattered jeans, jamming her against the wall with one long arm, forcing her to watch.
Enos had his hand around her neck, thumb and forefinger spread like a forked stick, pinning her to the wall with such brutal force that Edna could hardy breathe.
Edna moaned. Her lips trembled, gulping for air. Her slender body twitched and jerked with convulsions of breath-starved pain.
Enos eyed her slender tits, that were taut and firm, capped by small nipples that looked ripe and sweet for sucking. Her slender belly was almost flat, lean and smooth, churning now with desperate pulses.
Her cunt mound was hardly a mound at all. Thick, dark hair covered her slit bushy strands reached down both sides like a drooping moustache. Enos' thin cock jerked and swelled upright, pointing toward her, aching with savage desire.
Enos spit more blood from his mouth and ran his tongue carefully over teeth knocked loose by her kick.
"You're gonna pay for that," he growled.
Edna shivered. She had no doubt that she would have to pay. The gleam of hate flashed brightly in his dull eyes, like beacons in a thick fog. He licked his bony, blood-smeared mouth and twisted his battered lips into an evil leer.
Edna struggled to free her hands, but her wrists were tightly bound by the cord of the radio mike. The microphone was still wedged hard and cold in the slender crack of her ass. She wanted to kick, wrench up her knee and smash the balls swaying in Enos' long, loose sac, but she had no strength. Edna gave a last feeble gulp and went limp.
Enos pulled back his hand and let her fall. Edna slumped into a heap, sliding down the wall toward his feet: As she hit the floor, the radio mike came free. It dangled, skidding on the deck, held by the, loose end of black cord binding her wrists.
She lay on her side, her tits swelling, eyes fluttering rapidly, still unable to see. Enos gazed down and spit again, splashing assed-brown stain on the flat of her tightly wrought belly.
"Damn," he said as he kicked her legs apart. "I'll bet you got jus' the right kind of cunt to fuck this long, thin dick of mine!"
Edna blinked, pitched over on her back, legs spread, arms bound so that they raised her hips, tilting the dark lips of her seething twat directly at his leering stare.
"Your cunt's a hairy one too," he noticed. "I like that. . . lots of kinky cunt-hair to pad them bony hips of yours. Without that nice pillow of cunt-fuzz, fuckin' you'd be like fuckin' a stick."
Edna felt sickening waves of fear and disgust. A bitter taste of revulsion burned in her throat. She felt so degraded, and how ironic that was she'd come on this trip excited because Rita's husband Joe thought she looked like a high-fashion model.
Elegant and poised, that's how Edna had planned to be her slender, stately figure clothed in a misty film of lace-trimmed black. They were going to sip champagne, tease and fondle each other in the soft glow of candlelight. That dream was now torn and scattered like her clothes.
In his tattered clothing, Enos had looked like a hideous scarecrow, ragged shirt and jeans stuck to a frame of sticks. Naked, he became even more grotesque like the stick-figure drawing of a demented child. His long, willowy cock was the most grotesque and obscene stick of all.
She gazed at Enos' cock, at its pulsing head and at its hairy root, and she wished that she could faint rather than have to endure even the thought of his beastly cock being rammed inside of her cunt.
"You don't look like you're enjoyin' this the way you should," he said through narrow, tightly drawn lips. "Well, I'm gonna fix that for the fancy lady find some way to really turn you on!"
His beady, rat-like eyes kept darting to the curved, chromed-metal throttle bar on the console, a bent rod with a gleaming round ball for a handle. Enos chuckled. He ripped the throttle loose with one swipe of a bony hand.
"I'm gonna shove this here throttle up your ass, then when I want you to go, I'll just turn on the gas!" His high-pitched obscene laugh made Edna cringe.
"No!" Edna screamed.
She clamped her eyes shut and squirmed on the deck, vainly trying to cross her legs as he crouched between them, pressing the thick, cold, chrome-plated ball against the dark and fear-crazed lips of her ass.
"Uuunhhhh!" she howled, stung by the cold and sharp press of pain.
Edna had never allowed even her husband to touch her ass. The very idea was disgusting, too bestial and crude to even consider. Of course, now she had no choice. She tried to calm her tortured mind with that thought. I can't help it . . . it's not anything I would ever want to do... nothing I would allow myself to be a part of.
"God forgive me!" she cried, certain that it was a horrible sin.
The solid chrome ball parted her tight asshole, gliding smoothly.
"AAARRRGH!" she gasped as it slipped inside to be caught by the dark, seething passage of her ass. Enos kept pushing, driving the long, curved handle into her asshole.
Edna wrenched her hips and tilted sharply, trying to adjust to the bend of the bar and its unyielding force. The chill of cold metal stabbed deep in her ass and numbed her brain.
"The lady likes that!" Enos said, entranced by the fluid movements of her limber frame,
"Yes, yes!" she lied, hoping that would ease his savage desire for humiliation and cruel pain.
"Our ma was nuthin= but a fuckin' whore," Enos said in a voice that seemed strangely distant,
an' I always wanted to get even with her. Pa always whipped me somethin' terrible whenever I did the smallest thing wrong. He knowed damned well I wasn't really his! An' shit, how I hated that fuckin' bitch for that!"
Edna's cringing fear became worse. It was not just brutal lust she would have to endure, but she was trapped bound helpless and degraded in some nightmare fantasy of insane and misplaced revenge.
"Oooohhh," she moaned. "Noooo!"
"Pa finally drowned her in the creek!" Enos went on to explain, lost in his bitter memories. "Damndest thing I ever did see! He didn't know I was peekin' from back of the shed. He caught her fuckin' with a skinny mill hand, who mighta been my real pa. Shot him. Blew his head clean off with double-ought buckshot. Ma ran screamin' into the woods, but he caught her easy and began to fuck . . . slammed her ass right into the creek, an' he held her head down while he fucked away! I never seen a woman thrash like that since. She cum and she drowned at the same damn time . . . an' I always wondered what that might be like. From the look on pa's face, I always figured it was the best fuck he ever had."
In a strange and horrible way, his ghastly ramblings eased the chilling pain that Edna felt in her ass. She no longer writhed from the pain of the metal rod . . . she shivered in fear that Enos might go on to play out the rest of his terrible vision, that he'd pitch her off the boat and fuck her with her head forced beneath the surface, trying to recapture his perverted recollections of orgasm and death spasm fused into one.
"Hhuuuugh!" she moaned, tossing her head, trying to force a tortured mind to think. She had to calm him somehow, not excite his savage cruelty in anyway. Her life depended on it! Even if her hands were free, Edna knew she could not swim.
I'll have to hick! she thought, not merely submit. I'll have to fuck' longer and harder and better than anything he's ever known. The idea filled her with revulsion, but it was that or risk almost certain death.
"Ooohhh," she said with a carefully controlled voice. "I've never seen a cock as long and hard as yours!
Enos flashed an uncertain grin, his tangled mind coming back to the present.
"I want it!" she told him. "I want your cock deep inside of me! I want to hang on it with my tight cunt, climb it, squeeze it, milk it dry! Oh, I want to fuck your big cock!"
"Huunngh!" Enos growled. Ugly as he was, he'd seldom heard words of chanting desire, never seen the look of gleaming lust that flashed in the bound-up woman's eyes.
"Rub your hot cock on my little cut!" she begged. "Tease my little cunt! Make my warm fuck honey flow!"
"Yeah! I like a hot, wet twat . . . one that holds on smooth and slick!" He leaned down and ground the head of his cock into the mouth of her hairy pussy.
Edna answered with a low moan of deep joy, not as much an act as her pleading words had been. He touched real nerves, thrilling senses she could not control.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she gasped, feeling the steady spread of burning warmth in her cunt. "I do want it! 1 want your cock shoved in as far as it will go!"
Edna shivered at the sound of her own voice. She really did want his awful cock! Her sparking nerves demanded it.
Enos lunged, driving his cock while his bony hands walked up her sides to hold her tits, long fingers coiled to squeeze and milk her rigid nipples.
Edna jerked with pain. His weight drove her down, all but crushing her hands beneath her back and forcing the throttle handle deeper into her ass.
She could feel the thick balled head of the throttle bar strain the tender, fragile wall between her ass and cunt. She could feel his slender cock slide in, hot as a glowing steel rod, and she felt a grinding shock when the two rammed head-to-head in a collision of thrusting fury.
"Ungh! Ungh! UNGGGGHHH!" Enos whipped his limber frame. Wave-like motions curved his back, ending with a spiral drive of his narrow hips. He twisted left, twisted right . . . then he jammed his cock straight in with raging delight. "Aaahhhh, you're hot! TIGHT! AND ALIVE!"
Cunts of his other victims had only quaked with fear and loathing. Edna's pussy rippled with wild desire. Seething waves ran up and down his long cock shaft, gripping tightly at the root and gliding back, trembling as rings of muscle tightened to cling on the slender head of his long prick.
"Ooooh!" Edna moaned, drumming her feet on the deck. She had never fucked such a long cock before, never felt a slender cock that demanded such intense control. She loved the way she could make him toss, head rolling, savage eyes now softer looking, glazed with sheer delight.
Enos could hardly believe it was happening. A real good fuck! A woman who really wanted him. Some had tried to pretend, to fool him, thinking he was just a dim-wined backwoods hunk of crud. But no woman could act that good. No-way.
Edna moved with sensuous waves of unrestrained desire. The more and the louder she made him moan, the more she enjoyed the swelling sense of power that soon forced thoughts of pain and fear from her mind.
"I love it!" she said with a grunt. "I love your long cock. I want it to cum, and cum and cum again! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my mouth! Fuck my ass!"
"Hhhaaargh!" Enos could hardly drive hard enough or fast enough to satisfy the furious desire that raged in her cunt, wringing his cock, clinging and grabbing and begging for more. "I'm cuuummmming!" he groaned.
He wanted the insane pleasure of a pleading cunt to go on and on. His cum spurted thick and hot. It spread inside, sinking deeper than even the long hose of his cock could reach.
Edna writhed, her tight cunt gulping to drink the creamy flow, to suck his cock in and swirl his cum around the tightly gripped shaft of his prick.
"Huuuunngh!" she moaned when she felt the last drop fire. "I want more!"
Enos spurted with all the strength in his balls, but he could not force out another drop.
"More!" she whined. "I love your hot cum!"
"No more," he gasped, "not yet!"
"OOOOH! Pull it out . . . piss on me! Let me feel hot wet gold all over!" If her mind had been clear, Edna would never have believed it was her voice she heard.
"Piss on me, you bastard . . . I want to swim in a yellow river! I want to bathe in bitter heat. I want to drown in boiling flood!"
Suddenly her head jerked. Edna's mind blazed in horror. Her lips made frantic sucking motions, as if trying to pull back words babbled in the craze of joy. But it was too late.
Enos had heard, and she had said the worst possible thing . . . she had mentioned drowning in her ranting joy.
He leered down at Edna's frightened eyes, tongued his thin lips and split them into an evil grin...