Chapter 2
"Shut up, bitch!" John said roughly.
She had been crying against her gag for what seemed like hours. The road was bumpy underneath the truck and it made her sick. It also made her sick to think of how brutally her tender pussy had been treated. She still had his slimy cum inside her cunt and that made her feel even sicker.
"Shut up that damn crying," he said.
John grabbed her by the back of her head and roughly batted her head against the bed of the truck. She stopped her crying. She was beginning to realize that she was completely in these men's power in a way she had never been before. She had never felt so helpless.
"I think we're finally there," John said.
The truck was rolling to a stop and she breathed a sigh of relief. She thought they were going to let her go now and she was already thinking of the revenge she was going to get. She was going to have John Barlow's head!
Jack pulled the tarp back. She blinked her eyes. She was in a small clearing in a dense woods. There was a cabin near. She didn't recognize where she was.
"Out of the truck, bitch," John said.
John grabbed her by her hand and jerked her out of the truck. She landed on her knees. She looked up at the smiling face of the man she recognized as John's brother Jack. John was taller than his brother but Jack had a broader chest and his body was thickly muscled. What frightened her most of all was the gun in his hand.
She had never been so close to a gun before. It looked scary. She wished she could pull the halves of her blouse together or at least straighten her skirt. She felt naked under his hungry eyes. She was so afraid.
"Lift your head, bitch," Jack said. "Look at me!"
She lifted her head. Jack had put the gun away. He was staring at her in a way she recognized. It was the same way some of those men in town stared at her. The same way her husband stared at her when she had left him horny for a long time, except she was sure Jack wouldn't beg and plead like her husband often did. Jack would simply do as John had done. He would take her.
"Stand up now," Jack said.
She stood up. Jack stepped forward and he pulled the blouse off her shoulders. There was nothing covering her big tits now. She saw his big hands coming up slowly to grip her tits. She tried to run but Jack slipped out a foot and she tripped over it. She fell headlong in the dust and she heard his laughter. Jack moved forward and kicked her gently in the side.
"Get the fuck up, bitch," he said. "The fun's just starting. Don't spend all your fucking time on your face!"
She stood up slowly. Jack casually reached up with both hands and he gripped her tits. He started playing with her tits as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do. She felt sick to her stomach. None of her friends would believe her if they saw her now. They wouldn't believe that this obscene-looking woman was the cool, always-in-command Angie Norman.
"Nice fucking tits," Jack said. "Really nice. I'm going to teach you how to shake them for me."
"You animal," she said.
"That's right, baby," he said. "You'd better remember that and do what I want or I'll be like an animal and tear your fucking head off!"
His hands kept massaging her tits. He wasn't squeezing as roughly as John had squeezed. His hands moved over her body easily. He stroked and pinched her nipples and she didn't like the funny tingling in the pit of her stomach.
"Let's see what one of those hot pink nipples tastes like," he said, with a grin.
"Just do it," she said. "Just do it and get it over with. Just do it!"
"I'll fuck you in time," Jack said. "What's the hurry? Are you afraid you'll get hot?"
She didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid of exactly that. She was afraid she would get turned on. She had never really been made hot by her husband. She had tolerated sex with him. But she remembered some times in high school where the touch of a boy's hands had made her hot. Her tits had always been so sensitive.
"Just a little tough," Jack said.
Jack leaned over and let his lips touch her nipple. She fought off the rush of pleasure by thinking about how much she hated these two men and how much pleasure she was going to have when they were punished. Jack's tongue licked at the hard nipple and she gasped a little. His mouth opened and he took her nipple inside his mouth. He started chewing on it gently and she thought she was going to pass out from pleasure.
"Damn you," she whispered. "Damn you. You're an animal. You're a sick animal!"
She kept cussing him over and over until the sensations passed and all she could think about was again hating the two brothers and getting her revenge.
"I bet you'd be a hot little bitch if you wouldn't fight it," he said. "I bet you could really turn into a hot little bitch if you'd just relax!"
His hungry mouth was moving from one of her nipples to the other. He was sucking on it gently and she steeled herself from the feelings. She continued to think about how much she hated him. He must have sensed how she was feeling because he stopped sucking on her tits. Instead he moved his hands down her back and gripped her asscheeks. At the same time he kissed her mouth. She held her mouth tightly closed. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. He moved closer to her and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her cunthole.
"I'm going to fuck you, baby," Jack said. "That fucking John drew the short straw so he got firsts but I don't mind sloppy seconds if the girl is any good!"
He lifted her up to the truck and somehow pulled her skirt up to her waist. He put his hand on his zipper. He pulled his zipper down and he moved forward. He fished his prick out of his trousers. It rubbed against her thigh and left a trail of wet.
"You want to get fucked, baby," he told her. "I know you do. You've always loved fucking. I'm just showing you how much you do. You really haven't got your cunt tapped right until now!"
He moved forward until his hard prickhead was at the entrance to her cunt. He gripped his cock in his fingers and he started rubbing his cock up and down the entrance to her cunt. She tried to move away from him but he reached up and grabbed one titty and twisted it brutally.
"You want me to twist it off, bitch?" he asked. "You've always prided yourself on your good looks and your nice clothes. How the fuck are you going to look with only one titty?"
A surge of fear went through her. She didn't know if he was serious or not but she knew she couldn't afford to take any chances. She stopped squirming. Once more he put his cock-head against the entrance to her cunt. He was laughing as he rubbed his hard cockhead up and down the entrance to her cunt. She fought to keep from moving again. He moved so damned slowly. She wished he would put it in and get it over with. Every now and then he would press his cock on some sensitive area and shivers would go through her. She didn't want to lose control, not in front of this animal.
"Now you're going to get my cock good," he said.
He moved forward very slowly. His big cock-head was stretching her cunt. She had thought that John's cock had been big but Jack's cock seemed to stretch her pussy even more. He kept moving slowly but it seemed like his cock would never stop sliding into her.
"It's so big," she said. "Oh damn, it's so damned big!"
He gave one last push and his cock went all the way inside her. She had never felt so filled up with cock before. She had never known that cocks could be so big. She hated Jack even more now. She hated him for treating her this way but she hated him also for making her realize the difference in cock sizes.
Jack didn't move for a long time. He kept his powerful cock fucked up deep inside her and he didn't move. He slipped his hands around and down to her asscheeks. She was uncomfortable sitting on the tailgate of the truck. She knew that Jack wouldn't care if she got bruised all over.
"You were always too good for us," Jack said. "You always acted like your ass was made of gold. Well, it doesn't feel like gold to me, baby. It feels like old fashioned pussy!"
He finally started moving and she wished he would stop again. Any movement seemed to threaten to tear her body apart. He was driving his prick up into her deeply. It made her gasp each time he thrust. She could feel his heavy balls slapping her.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.
"Because you're a bitch, baby," Jack answered. "And because you've been asking for it!"
He leaned over and started licking at one of her nipples again. He opened his mouth and sucked the hard pink bud into his mouth. He let his teeth scrape it until she moaned with something like pleasure. She lifted her head up and her mouth was open. She concentrated on how much she hated him and the feelings passed.
"You're fighting it, baby," Jack answered. "You're fighting what feels good. Give it up and you'll love my cock!"
Perhaps other women had given into Jack's expert fucking but Angie kept fighting it and she knew she was winning. Jack was getting frustrated with her. He was still moving slowly and rubbing his cockhead against her clitty. She knew he was trying to turn her on but she had a smug feeling of satisfaction because he was not going to be able to do as he wanted.
"You fucking bitch," Jack groaned. "You hot-assed little cunt. So you want to suffer, huh? It would be so easy if you'd just give in!"
Jack began fucking her with hard strokes. His cockhead was sliding up inside her belly and some of his cum was already leaking out. She hated him and she kept trying to move away but she couldn't get away from his hard cock. Besides, she kept remembering what he would do if she did manage to escape.
"Now move your ass, bitch,' he said. "Move your ass against me. I know you'll love that!"
It was uncomfortable moving her ass. Her tender asscheeks got scraped and bloody on the rough truck bed. Still, she couldn't refuse what he wanted and she kept moving her ass. She started tightening up her cuntlips around his cock. She didn't want to turn herself on. She just wanted him to cum quickly.
However, he wasn't going to give her that satisfaction. He was fucking her slowly and he was pushing his cock as deep up into her pussy as he could. She could see him grinning at her. Angie wanted to slap the grin off his face. She wanted to claw his eyes out. All she could do, however, was to just keep moving her ass for his thrusting cock.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "You've got some sweet pussy. Some sweet fucking pussy!"
He moved his hands up her sides and started fingering her big tits. His fingers caressed her nipples and they were hard despite what else she felt. He leaned forward and licked one of her pink nipples with the tip of his tongue.
"You like that, baby," he told her. "I know you do. I can tell how much you like it by the way it gets so hard. Yeah, I can tell you love having me do this to you."
His hot mouth opened wider and he started sucking hard at her tender pink nipple. He seemed to be trying to suck all of her titty into his throat. It hurt a little but there was also another feeling that she didn't want. It was a feeling of aching pleasure that started in her belly and moved through her body.
He started fucking her a little faster and his balls started slapping her loudly. He was driving his prick deeper into her cunthole. His prick-head was rubbing against her clitty. She knew that he could sense the excitement growing in her body and she hated herself for it. She felt like her body was betraying her
"Move your ass faster, baby," he commanded. "I want you to move your hot fucking ass. Move it!"
It was uncomfortable scraping her ass on the truck bed. She couldn't understand why her pussy was dripping pleasure. She hated what was happening to her. She hated what he was doing to her. She hated Jack. And yet she couldn't stop herself from feeling things.
"All right, bitch," he told her. "Let's get more comfortable. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat!"
He pulled his prick out of her cunt and rubbed his cock against her thighs. He jerked her down from the truck. He forced her down to her knees. She had never been so uncomfortable as she was forced down on her face in the dirt. Her arms were hurting. Her back was hurting. And he was forcing her down even more as he kneeled behind her and pressed his cock against her puffy wet cuntlips.
"Now I'm really going to fuck you, you hot bitch," he told her. "Now I'm going to ram you, bitch. I'm going to fuck your hot ass off!"
He reached around and grabbed her big tits. His fingers squeezed hard and he started thrusting his cock against her cuntlips. He pushed his cock half into her with the first stroke. He pulled out and let some of his cum drip on her asscheeks. She pushed away from him but it didn't do any good. He moved forward so that his prickhead rubbed against her cuntlips. He pushed his prick into her cunt again.
"Move that ass for me, baby," he said. "Move that fucking ass for me. I'm going to ram your pussy good!"
He started running his cockhead up and down the entrance to her cuntlips. He got her cunt wet from his dripping cum. She couldn't get away from his cock. She stopped moving as he pushed forward again and his cock went halfway inside her. He pulled his cock out of her cunt and then rammed it all the way inside her again. Now he started to really fuck her. He fucked her gently but she kept feeling the steady slap of his big balls. It made her shiver all over. She had to keep fighting the sweet sensations of pleasure.
"Move your hot ass, bitch," he said. "Move your fucking ass. I want to feel you moving your fucking ass!"
His hands gripped her titties so tightly that she thought he was going to twist them off. It hurt like hell. She had to move her ass to please him. She began to push back against his prick and she found his cock getting even deeper inside her cunt.
"That's right, baby," he groaned. "That's the fucking way. That's how I want you to move your sweet ass!"
She remembered how brutally John had treated her, how much he had hurt her and she knew that Jack would be a lot worse. He was already plowing her hot pussy a lot harder than John had fucked her. His cock even felt bigger and harder. His prick was going deep inside her belly. She knew that he would hurt her worse if she didn't do as he wanted. She started moving her ass. There were a lot of reasons she didn't like it, but the biggest reason was that his cock made her feel funny. His cock rubbed against her hard clitty each time he rammed into her and it made her feel strange.
"You sweet bitch," Jack said. "Shake that big ass for me. You can shake it faster than that. Shake your big ass for me. Tear my cock off at the roots, baby!"
She started shaking her ass a little faster. She was scared of these two men. She knew she should have acted braver but her fear seemed to control her body. She didn't want them to hurt her. She had always been scared of pain.
"What am I doing to you baby?" Jack asked. "I want to hear you use the words. Use them, bitch. Tell me about how you want me to give you a fucking!"
She shook her head and that was a mistake. He grabbed her by her neck and pressed her face against the dirt even harder. She could hardly breathe. He kept her face there. He finally let her back up and she gasped for breath.
"Use the fucking words, bitch," he said. "Use them!"
"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Fuck me!"
She had said the words softly but it was enough. He started ramming her cunt harder. He was completely out of control. He was pushing his prick into her hot belly and those same hot ripples of pleasure were going through her. She fought off the feelings again. He knew she was fighting them and he tried to hold back but it was too late for that.
"You fucking cunt," he groaned. "Oh shit, I'm cumming. I'm going to fucking cum. You fucking cuuuunt!"
He was cumming. He was ramming his prick into her from behind and his hot cum shot deep into her belly. She moved back against him one last time and his prick kept exploding up in her belly. His hot cum filled her up. She could feel it slipping out of the sides of her cunt and wetting her thighs. She felt sick.
"Are you going to let me go now?" she asked.
"We're just starting, baby," he said. "We've got a surprise for you tonight. A big surprise!"
She didn't like the sound of their laughter.