Chapter 2
Before long the sun was up and the boy Calvin went out to see if there was any gasoline in the shed behind the house.
He came back and said there was nothing, not a drop. Abner talked vaguely about driving the truck to a station somewhere, and then Julia was offering Emily breakfast and she felt compelled to accept the offer.
She wanted to be out of there, to be back at her house with her husband, but there seemed no way to avoid having breakfast with the Ambersons.
They intended to help her, didn't they? She had to be polite to them.
They all sat around the big kitchen table while Beth served them eggs and hash brown potatoes.
"Where're you from?" Julia said.
"We live in town," Emily replied. "I know it was silly of me to drive way out here, but I couldn't sleep last night and I just felt like driving."
"Your husband must be worried about you."
"I suppose so. He was supposed to go on a business trip this morning. I hope it hasn't delayed him."
Emily wanted to ask if maybe Calvin could at least drive her to a telephone somewhere, but she felt awkward about pushing them.
Let them have their breakfast. She was bother enough already and it was impolite to disturb their breakfast.
"You're sure a nice-looking piece to be flying around in the middle of the night," Abner said with a chuckle.
Emily blushed and looked at Julia. The brunette smiled and said, "Don't mind Abner, honey. He gets funny whenever he gets the smell of strange pussy in his nose. But I can't say I can blame him. You are a pretty one, aren't you?"
Emily was mortified. "I think maybe I'll try walking back to the road and see if I can wave down a car. There must be someone on the road by now."
"There's plenty of time for that," Julia said.
"No, I think I'll leave now. It's been awfully nice of you to have me in like this. Thanks for everything."
Julia's hand lashed out, her palm slamming across Emily's face and Emily suddenly found herself on the floor.
Julia looked down at her and smiled. "I said there's time, honey."
"Oh, my God," Emily moaned.
"Get up here and sit down," the brunette said.
The others looked at Emily as she climbed to her feet and sat down in her chair.
"Please," Emily said, "if I've offended you I'm sorry, but I've really got to go."
Julia snickered and shook her head and looked at Calvin. "Get the clothes-line out of that drawer, Cal, and tie the little lady to the chair."
Emily felt paralyzed. She watched Calvin go for the rope as if it was all a dream. He brought the clothes-line behind her and in a moment she found her wrists forced behind the chair and tied together so she couldn't move her arms.
Nothing but ice in her eyes, Julia now leaned forward, pulled Emily's robe and nightgown aside and scooped Emily's tits out into the open.
"Jesus Christ, look at the jugs," Abner said. "She's got a pair."
They were all looking at her tits. Emily closed her eyes and groaned. A moment later she opened her eyes again and screamed as Julia cruelly twisted one of her nipples.
"Just be a good little girl," Julia said. "Otherwise I'll slice one of these nipples off and stuff it in your pretty mouth."
She slapped Emily's face again, this time hard enough to bring a speck of blood out of the corner of Emily's lips.
Her body trembling, Emily turned her head to the side and began sobbing.
She was too confused to understand what was happening. She was afraid to look at them, afraid to see the madness in their faces.
She kept her eyes closed. She heard them talking and moving around her, but none of it penetrated. The best thing was to make believe they weren't there, make believe none of it was happening.
Someone lifted her, lifted the chair with her in it and carried her out of the kitchen.
They took her into a bare room somewhere, nothing in the room but a mattress on the floor. They untied her, freed her from the chair and then tied her wrists behind her back again. They fastened the rope to a metal ring in the wall and then they walked out and left her alone.
She was a prisoner. She slumped down and she found she could just reach the mattress. Once again she hung her head to the side and started sobbing.
She had no idea how much time passed when the door opened and Abner came into the room.
He smiled at her, crouched down close to the mattress. "How you doing, honey?"
Emily wailed. "Please untie me," she said.
He chuckled, patted her cheek with a calloused brown hand and then dropped the hand to her exposed tits.
"You sure got a pair of jugs, cutie. Just the kind I like. Reminds me of Julia when she was young. You like to fuck?"
"Please don't touch me," "Now don't say that. I'm taking some time off from my work just so I can play with you. Just remember what Julia said. Be a good girl and you won't get hurt. You get Julia mad at you and she can be as mean as a snake. Come on, let's get these clothes off you so I can see what you got."
Emily lay there helpless as he brought out a straight razor and opened it and began slicing her robe and nightgown away from her body.
He snickered when he noticed her fear of the razor. Pulling one of her nipples about two inches out of her tit, he pretended to slice it off with the razor. She screamed and he laughed and opened his fingers to drop her nipple.
When he had her naked, he ran his hand over her tits and belly. "Open those pretty legs and show me what you got," he said.
She trembled with fear. There was a madness in his eyes and she was afraid to do anything that would get him angry at her. She was torn between the indignity of her nakedness and her fear of this crazy old man and his razor.
She opened her legs.
Abner chuckled and pushed her knees back to her tits so he could get a good look at her cunt. He ran his thick fingers over the velvety skin of her thighs on either side of her pussy and then he spread her cuntlips open to look at her cunthole. "Nice little pussy," he said. "Julia said you'd have a tight little cunt and she was right. She's always right, that woman."
He rose up. Her body frozen with fear, Emily watched as he peeled his overalls off and then his gray cotton shorts: Wearing nothing but his socks and his blue workshirt, he stood there grinning down at her. His cock looked enormous, a long dangling sausage with a fat knob completely covered by his foreskin.
She was mesmerized by his prick. She watched as his gnarled hand curled around his thick cockshaft and pulled back to skin his cockhead.
The head of his cock came out red and swollen. The slit of his pisshole winked at her like an eye and she could see a drop of cock-juice brimming in the hole.
Emily had never looked at a naked cock like this, not even her husband's. She was spellbound by it. Her body trembled with her fear and disgust. She wanted to scream, but she was too frightened to manage anything except a gargling sound.
Then Abner said, "Come on, cutie, get your pretty little mouth on the end of this thing while I crank it up."
She moaned. "Oh, no."
Holding his cock in one hand, he wiggled the razor with the other hand and smiled. "You don't want me to use this, do you? You ain't got no choice, cutie. You better suck."
She knew she had to obey him, but the idea of taking his ugly cock in her mouth revolted her. She prayed she would faint, but nothing happened. Instead, her eyes were still open and fixed on his beastly prick.
With a groan she climbed to her knees. Her hands were still tied behind her back and there was pain in her arms now.
What did it matter? What did any pain matter compared to the ordeal she now faced?
But she was afraid of that razor, afraid of this man who looked crazy enough to disfigure her or even kill her.
Abner moved forward and now her face was only inches from his dangling cock and the leathery bag that held his balls.
She could smell his cock. She had never in her life had her face so close to a cock and the smell of it filled her nose.
Oh, God, she thought, what have I done to deserve this?
She could see the gleam of the razor out of the corner of her eye and it made her tremble again.
Her eyes on the tangled hair of his cockbush, she opened her lips.
"Oh, yeah," Abner said. He grunted and shoved his hips forward and slowly slid his cock into the wet cavern of her mouth.
He drove his cock all the way in until the fat knob pushed at the back of her throat.
She gagged. She tried to pull her head back, but he used the hand that held the razor to prevent it.
She found it impossible to breathe and she thought she would choke, but finally he pulled back and slid his cock out of her mouth until only his cockhead was between her lips.
His prick was leaking, the juice dripping on her tongue. She could feel the heat of his cockflesh with her lips. Once again the smell of his cock filled her nose and she had to close her eyes as a wave of disgust rolled over her.
Keeping his cockhead firmly inside her lips, Abner stroked his cockshaft and chuckled with satisfaction as it slowly hardened and thickened.
Before long his cock was as stiff as iron, the spongy head of his prick throbbing in her mouth.
"That's the girl," he said. "Now turn around and bend over, honey. Let's find out how tight that little pussy is."
She felt relief as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. But now she had to kneel on the mattress and show him her ass and cunt.
The tears ran down her cheeks as she turned. He was a beast to make her expose herself so obscenely. A moment later his hand pushed at the back of her neck and she had to press her shoulders against the mattress.
He snickered as he ran his fingers in her asscrack and down to the lips of her cunt.
Once again she felt him spreading her cuntlips open to expose her cunthole.
A moment later she felt the fat head of his cock pushing through the elastic mouth of her pussy.
His cock was bigger than her husband's. She felt more of it. She felt stuffed with cockmeat as he buried his prick balls-deep in her fuckhole.
She had never taken a cock in her cunt in this position. The penetration was deep, almost painful. She remembered Adele Morgan the other night getting it from behind in the moonlight.
I wish I was dead, she thought. She hated the old farmer's ugly cock and the feel of his prick in her pussy and the filthy animal-like position she was in. It would be better not to be alive than to bear this horror.
He began fucking her. Her body rocked forward and backward as he socked his cock into the grip of her cunt while his big hands held her hips.
He grunted and muttered as he fucked her. She caught phrases about the tightness of her cunt and the look of her ass and how pretty she was. Her face pressed against the dirty old mattress, she kept her eyes closed and prayed he would soon be finished with her.
At last he groaned and made a croaking sound and she felt the sudden wetness in her pussy that told her he was coming.
His low-hanging balls jumped against her cuntlips as they drained into her cunthole.
When he finished shooting his load, he pushed her forward and she fell on the mattress sobbing. "Nice little piece," he said. "Next time we'll take care of that cute little shithole."
Her sobbing grew louder. She lay there with her face covered by her hands and after a while she heard him leave.
Thank God, she thought.
Her misery caused her to sob again. She hadn't slept since two o'clock the previous night and now the fatigue hit her body and she had to close her eyes.