Chapter 3
Angie felt numb with shock and shame. She was taking deep breaths as she remained on her knees in front of the cabin. She thought they were done with her but she was wrong. Jack came out of the house and he was holding what looked like a leather dog collar with metal studs in it. The collar was attached to a long silver chain.
Angie had nothing but fear in her eyes as he fastened the collar around her neck and snapped it shut with a little metal lock. To her horror, she saw that the other end of the chain was fastened to a metal ring at the corner of the porch.
"You look a mess," Jack said. "Hair all dirty and greasy from being under the tarp. Your clothes are greasy. There's no sense in having nice things if you can't take care of them."
He took a knife from his pocket and bent down and started ripping her skirt away. In a few moments he turned his attention to the remains of her blouse and bra. In a few moments she was completely naked.
"Now I think you need a bath," Jack said.
Jack went to the corner of the cabin and pulled out a long green garden hose. He turned the water on. The water seemed to spurt furiously from the end of the hose, much faster than normal. He turned the hose toward her.
"Let's just get you cleaned up," he said.
The water struck her hard and it hurt like hell. She started scrambling around on her knees trying to get away from the stinging blast but it didn't do any good. The hard water followed her everywhere. She could finally do nothing but curl up in a protective ball and let it cover her.
She was sobbing when he finally turned the water off. The ground below her was a soggy mess and mud covered her. She was even more of a mess than before the water.
"You are a mess, baby," he said. "Well, maybe we can give you a real bath in a few days-if you're good."
He laughed and walked to the truck. She realized that he was planning on leaving. John came out of the house. He had a dog food bowl in his hand. He put it down on the ground and she thought she was going to be sick. There was dog food in the bowl.
"We're leaving now," John said. "I want you to be a good girl and think tonight. Think about how you can please us. If you don't please us, you could be here forever."
"Don't leave me here," she said. "Chained like some kind of animal."
"You are an animal, bitch," he said. "A cold-hearted bitch who's always sticking her nose into other people's business. Well, maybe this will convince you not to do that."
They left her alone. She watched the truck vanish and she wanted to call them back. She wanted to beg them. She wanted to tell them she would do anything they wanted if only they wouldn't leave her. All of the pride hadn't been beaten out of her just yet, but she was scared. She was as scared as she had ever been.
She shivered a little. The sun was going down and it was starting to get cold. She wished her hands weren't tied behind her. The cord bit into her wrists uncomfortably although the knots had worked lose a little. She could feel her heart pounding so fast that she was afraid it was going to break through her ribs.
"Damn them," she said. "Damn those bastards!"
She thought about what they had said. She had never thought of herself as getting so involved in other people's business. She had just done what was right. Now they were going to make her pay for what she had done.
It was getting dark and she was getting cold and scared. She wished they would come back and she wished they wouldn't. She began to hear strange sounds in the woods.
She had a sudden frightening thought. She wondered if there were wild animals in the woods.
It got dark all of a sudden. She couldn't even see the cabin. Her arms were beginning to hurt. She moved closer to the cabin. She heard another noise in the darkness and she tried to see through the gloom.
"Is anyone there?" she asked.
A figure was in front of her. She heard a man's grunt. The figure came closer. She could make out none of the features but she could tell that he was one of the biggest men she had ever seen. He looked like an ape. She wondered if maybe he was some kind of wild animal. He hadn't said anything.
"Who's there?" she asked again.
"My name's Richard Bagwell," the man said.
She wasn't sure she had heard him right and then she was sure she had. Richard Bagwell was a joke around town. He was a big dumb hermit who lived in the woods. She realized that he probably lived in the very cabin where she was.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I was kidnapped and brought here," she said. "They hurt me. They chained me here."
"Just a second," he said.
He went up on the porch and went inside. Lights came on. She was shocked. She had somehow not expected him to have electric lights out here. He came back on the porch and she saw that it really was Richard Bagwell. He was just as ugly as she remembered. And he was looking at her naked body as if he had never seen a naked woman before.
"Could you let me go please?" she asked. "Could you call my husband and tell him to come out here?"
"You wouldn't want him to see you like this," he said. "You're a fucking mess!"
She knew she was in trouble. She remembered Richard from school, where he had been a few years ahead of her. She remembered laughing at his slowness and his ugly features. She had done that many times. And she remembered something else-she remembered laughing in his face when he had asked her for a date.
"Please let me go," she said.
"I won't let you go," he said. "Why should I? I think you were brought here for me."
Angie knew it was true. The brothers had enjoyed her but they now had a punishment far worse for her in mind. She was going to be left with this animal.
"You look real nice," he said. "I remember you now. I asked you for a date once. I remember how you looked at the prom in that green dress with those big tits hanging out for everybody to drool over. You don't look so classy now!"
He stepped forward and grabbed her by her hair. He lifted her head up and he brought his heavy hand around in a brutal motion. Her head snapped back as his hand smashed against her face. She tasted blood.
"You slimy bitch!" he said.
He dropped both his hands down to squeeze her tits. He wasn't gentle. His hands squeezed so hard that she thought she was going to pass out. He ran his fingers across her nipples. He pinched them until she gasped in pain. He moved his hands down her body and stroked her trembling belly. His hand went between her legs. He acted like it was his right to stroke her pussy. She started backing away from him and he grabbed her by her hair.
"Don't fucking run away from me, bitch," he warned.
"Please let me go," she whispered.
He knocked her back into the mud. She looked up with hazy eyes as he pulled his trousers down and she saw one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen in her life. It was like an oak tree and it wasn't even hard yet. She could see the huge blue veins running through the cockhead. He grinned at her.
"I bet you didn't know what you were missing, baby," he said.
He moved over to her. He kneeled down and let his hands squeeze her big tits again. He squeezed until she was sure she was going to pass out. He slid another hand down her belly. He forced her legs apart and he jammed two fingers brutally into her cunt. He started working them in and out. The edges of his fingers rubbed against her clitty. She tried to fight the sensations and it was easier than it had been with the brothers. She was scared of Richard. He was a brutal animal.
"Move your fucking ass, bitch," he said.
"Please don't hurt me," she whispered. "Please don't hurt me anymore."
She wanted to satisfy him. She didn't want his hand hitting her again. She knew he would hurt her seriously if he kept hitting her like that.
She hated herself for doing that but she started moving her ass. She moved against his fingers and her pussy started getting juicy from his stroking fingers. She moaned softly. She had to stop those feelings from going through her mind. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She didn't have those feelings when she was with her husband.
"Please stop," she moaned. "Please!"
The big man wasn't going to stop and she knew it. He was going to keep treating her badly. He kept ramming his fingers into her cunt. He pushed another finger into her cunt. He started moving his fingers in and out of her cunt as fast as he could. His fingers were brutal. It made her hurt inside. He leaned down and let his tongue lick one of her swollen nipples.
He licked until her nipples were hard as rock. He moved away from her suddenly and she could see him unzipping his trousers. He pulled his trousers down to his knees and moved back to her again. He brushed his already hard cock against her face. His prickhead rubbed down the side of her face. She could smell his salty prickmeat almost up her nose. He moved around until his cockhead was rubbing her lips.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to let you suck it. I'm going to let you suck my fucking cock!"
"I can't do that," she said.
She couldn't think of anything more disgusting. Her husband had never dreamed of suggesting anything like that. She kept shaking her head but there was an ugly look on his face. He moved closer and he grabbed her by her hair. She couldn't even fight back with her hands so tightly tied behind her. He moved closer and let his rigid prick rub against her face.
"Relax, cunt," he said. "You're going to enjoy sucking cock. You're going to love it. I'm going to teach you to love it!"
He moved his cockhead underneath her chin. He moved his prick around her face and suddenly she realized he was leaking cum. His cum was making her face feel sticky. She could smell the strong smell of his cum in her nostrils.
He pressed his cockhead against her lips. She kept her lips tightly closed and was determined that she wouldn't do it. She wouldn't let him put that awful thing in her mouth. She pulled her head back. He was shaking his head.
"You don't seem to learn the lesson, baby," he told her. "You're going to have to learn!"
He wrapped his big hand in her hair. He jerked her head back until her neck was nearly cracking. He brought his other hand around in a wicked swat. Her face burned with the imprint of his hand. He swung his hand around and cracked her face again.
"Now you just open up your mouth when you get tired of me hitting you," he said.
He kept hitting her and then she knew she couldn't hold back anymore. She had always been snobbish about her looks and she knew that he would tear her face up if he kept it up. She hated herself for it but she opened her mouth again. He pressed his cockhead in between her lips. His cockhead rubbed over her tongue. He was dripping cum. She could taste it in her mouth. She swallowed some of it and she thought she was going to be sick.
"Open your mouth wider, bitch," he told her. "Open your mouth a little fucking wider!"
Angie didn't want to do that but she knew she had no choice. She opened her mouth wider and he started pushing his cock into her mouth and down the back of her throat. She kept gagging but he had no sympathy for her. He kept pressing his prick into her mouth until his prick was almost two-thirds into her mouth. His hot cockhead pressed against the back part of her throat. He pulled back and then stabbed into her mouth again. She closed her lips around his cock in a reflexive action. She tried to pull her head back but he held her head tightly.
"Now I'm going to put it all the way into your mouth, baby," he told her. "I'm going to put it all the way into your throat. I'm going to fuck your face!"
It was awful; it was the most awful thing that could ever happen to her! Now he had both hands on the back of her head and he started moving slowly. His prick went all the way into her throat and she couldn't breathe. She was thankful when he pulled his prick back and allowed her to take a breath.
It didn't last long because he was grabbing her head a little tighter and he was pushing his cock back into her mouth. He moved a little faster and his stiff prick was filling her lips. He was choking her. His stiff cock was filling up her mouth and she could hardly breathe around it. She was given a chance to take a breath as he pulled back again.
"You fucking bitch," he said. "You fucking bitch. I'm going to fuck your face!"
She had never been so humiliated. He started pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. His hands dropped down to her tits. He started squeezing her tits hard. He started rubbing his fingers across her swollen nipples. He fucked her face harder.
"Take it all, bitch," he said. "Take every fucking inch. Take every fucking inch of my prick!"
She could hardly take it all. He was filling her mouth and he was pushing his cock even deeper. She was gagging and now there was his thick cum swirling around inside her mouth. She thought she was going to throw up at any moment.
His hands twisted around in her silken hair. He started guiding the movements of her head. He was making her suck his prick. He was pushing even deeper into her throat with every thrust. She knew she couldn't fight it. She knew what was going to happen and she tried to relax. She knew he was going to shoot his hot wad into her mouth.
"That's it, baby," he groaned. "Suck it. Suck it good. Take it deep and suck it good!"
She couldn't understand how he had so much of his cock inside her mouth. His cock was enormous. She couldn't take it all and yet she somehow was. His cockmeat was dripping inside her mouth as he started moving his cock in and out a little quicker. His prick was so big that it stretched her cheeks each time he rammed into her.
Angie could do nothing except take quick breaths as he filled her mouth up with his cock. She could taste his hot cum swirling around inside her mouth and she started swallowing. She didn't want to swallow but it was the only way to keep from choking. She kept swallowing his thick cum down until it was going down her throat like a cream.
"That's the way, baby," he moaned. "Keep sucking me like that. Keep sucking my fucking prick. You like it. You're just another big-titted bitch who likes sucking cock!"
His hand stroked her hair as he kept pushing his prick into her mouth. Now his thick cum was spilling out of the corners of her lips and wetting her chin. Her chin was a sticky mess. She couldn't get her mouth opened wide enough. It seemed like his prickhead was going deeper into her throat. She was gasping for breath, somehow managing not to choke to death. She felt his body tense and his hands gripped the back of her head tightly again.
"Now I'm going to put it down your throat, baby," he said. "I'm going to fill your mouth with cum. I'm going to fill up your fucking mouth and I'm going to make you swallow it all!"
It was going to happen. His prick was getting bigger inside her mouth. His prick was dripping more cum. His balls felt heavy against her chin each time he thrust. Somehow she was breathing a little easier and she didn't hate it so much anymore. She was tasting it all over her body.
"I'm going to fucking cum!" he screamed. "I'm fucking cumming. Get ready, cunt. Get fucking ready. I'm fucking cumming and it feels good. It feels fucking good. Oh fucking shit. Shiiiiit!"
He slammed his prick deep into her mouth. She started gagging as the first of his jism spurted into her mouth. She had to start swallowing quickly. She kept swallowing but she couldn't take it all. It didn't make her sick as she had thought it would. Instead she felt a tingling of pleasure. She couldn't understand it. He kept spurting into her mouth until she thought she really was going to choke. The rest of his cum finally spurted into her mouth and she still kept swallowing. She felt like she had swallowed a gallon.
"Yeah, bitch," he said. "You're learning. You're fucking learning. But you're going to have to learn more. You're going to learn to be the greatest cocksucker I ever had out here. The greatest."
Angie knew real panic then.