Chapter 6
Betty Allen knew that something was wrong the moment she drove up into the front yard. Betty hadn't heard from her daughter in two days and that was unusual. Susan never missed a chance to whine or complain and it was usually to her mother.
So Betty had decided to just take an afternoon and drive out to the forsaken little house in the country. How in hell had her son-in-law talked Susan into living here?
Betty stopped her car and looked at the broken picture window. There were no cars around. Her first thought was to drive right back out of the yard and get the police.
Betty had never been very good in these situations. She had been pampered all of her life, just as Susan had been, constantly treated like a princess. She had always had servants and people around to do things for her. She had always been frightened of any kind of situation that wasn't social work or something like that. She was frightened now, more frightened than she had ever been in her entire life.
But she knew she had to help her daughter. There could be something simple wrong. It might not be serious at all. Betty got out of the car and she could feel her heart pounding. She walked quickly to the door and tried it. It was locked.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't get in. Probably the window had somehow broken and Susan had gone somewhere to find someone to fix it. Susan was helpless in fixing things, the same as Betty was.
Betty walked back to her car and her steps were a little lighter. She was a good-looking woman and she knew it. She had always kept herself looking nice so that even now she looked no more than a few years older than her daughter. Perhaps her tits were a little plumper and she was slightly wider around her hips, but she had the look of maturity that Susan was just now developing.
Betty was starting to get into her car when she suddenly became aware that there was someone standing near her. She turned and gasped for breath. Standing beside her was a tall, ugly man. He was twice her size and looked strong enough to break her in two without half trying.
Her heart nearly stopped.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I was just looking for my daughter," she answered.
"Your daughter?" The big man looked into her face and his face seemed to brighten. "Yeah. You do look like your daughter. She's a hot-looking bitch but I think you look even hotter."
Never in her life had Betty ever been spoken to like that. Her mouth dropped open and she was suddenly filled with a feeling of fear again. Her heart was pounding fast. She put her hand on her car door but he reached out as quick as a striking snake and his tough hand closed around hers and held her tightly.
"Let me go," she said.
"I'm not going to let you go, baby," he said. "I've got plans for you."
"Let me go!" Betty said.
Betty used her best look, the look that had often made her husband or other men feel about as tall as a dwarf. But this man only laughed at her and tightened his hand around her arm.
"You wanted to see your daughter, honey," he said. "I'm going to take you to see her. She'll be glad to see you."
Betty tried to twist out of his grip but his hand held her solidly. There was no way she was going to escape. She finally lashed out with one of her nails. She cut his palm deep and he jerked his hand away. He looked down at the blood on his hand as if he didn't believe it.
"You stupid bitch!" he said.
Harry back-handed Betty across the face and knocked her backwards. She was wearing a knee-length skirt that slipped up to her plump thighs before she could pull it back down.
"Now knock off the shit!" he said.
He dragged her to her feet again. She was bleeding from her mouth, in shock. Betty couldn't believe this was happening to her!
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"The barn," he told her.
She could not imagine what her daughter would be doing in the barn but she was dragged along behind the man until they reached the large building. Then the man pushed her ahead of him and into the gloomy darkness.
It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the light. What she saw shocked her. Her daughter was suspended from the rafters. Her back was covered with welts where she had been beaten.
"Oh no!" Betty said.
Betty saw the other man and recognized him immediately. He had not changed very much. Bill was still the same tall, skinny man with the evil eyes. He was looking at her just as he always did. Betty had not fired Bill because of her daughter. Her daughter had often exposed herself like she had that day. She had fired him because he was always looking at Betty in almost the same way he looked at her daughter.
"I'll be damned," Bill said. "So the bitch mother has come over to check up on the young. Things couldn't have turned out better."
"What have you been doing to her?"
"That's obvious, bitch," Bill said. "We've just been teaching her a lesson in manners."
"You sick bastard," Betty said.
It was a mistake. A jolting pain shot up through her arms and all the way through her body. She was dizzy for a second. She dropped down on her knees and then she was kicked in the back. She was face down on the wooden floor and a huge foot was placed on the back of her head.
It was crazy but all she could think about was the fact that his dirty shoe was ruining her hair. A moment later she felt something wet on the back of her neck. She turned her head and knew she was going to be sick.
Harry had his cock out and he was pissing on her.
"Cool water, baby," he said. "You like cool water, bitch. I'm going to teach you to love a lot of things."
She had never known an animal like Harry. He reached down and grabbed her by the back of her head, his hands twisting in her thick blond hair. He nearly jerked her head off. She was sick to her stomach. He was dragging her to her knees and his open palm came around to slap her face hard.
"You stupid bitch!" he said.
He still held hold of her head as he reached down with his other hand and ripped open the front of her expensive blouse. He took only a few seconds to reach around behind her back and unhook her bra.
"Hold your hands up, bitch," he said. "Help me to take your bra off. I want to see your big tits."
Nobody but her husband had ever seen her tits but Betty raised her arms and allowed him to pull her bra off. Her tits came free and he reached down to gently run his fingers across her titties. He was gentle for only a second. Then his fingers twisted her nipples and she yelped in pain.
"I'm going to teach you a few lessons, too, bitch," he said. "I'm going to teach you to be good to me!"
His hand moved back and forth against her titties. He started twisting her nipples until she kept groaning in pain and trying to move away from him. But she couldn't get away because of the way he was gripping her hair.
"Rub your face here, bitch," he said.
He grabbed her head hard and jerked her face against his crotch. Her lips touched the huge bulge in his trousers. She hadn't been treated like this in her life. She was throbbing with pain.
"Rub your face against my crotch, bitch," he said. "You'd better make me happy or I'm going to twist your titty off!"
Betty was sick to her stomach but she began rubbing her face against Harry's jeans. His prick started getting stiff against the touch of her lips. She could feel her heart pounding faster.
She couldn't stop thinking about Susan. She had never seen her daughter in this bad of shape. She looked as if she was completely beaten. There had always been spirit in her daughter's face. Now there was nothing but an empty stare.
Betty didn't think they could do her that way, but then, she wasn't sure.
"That's right, cunt," Harry said. "You're doing good. Now stand up."
Betty stood up. He reached out and played with her tits a few moments more. His hands were hot against her titties. He started twisting them again until she was moaning in pain.
"You want to keep your tits, bitch?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered.
"Then you strip off the rest of your clothes. Do it quick or I'll twist them off!"
Betty had the feeling he meant exactly what he said so she quickly unzipped her skirt and slipped it down her legs. She stepped out of her skirt and she was immediately ashamed of what she was wearing.
Betty was the type of woman who enjoyed wearing slinky under-things. At that moment she had on a dark-red garter belt and silk stockings. She saw Harry looking at her lewdly.
"You are a sweet-looking cunt," he said. "You know what I want you to do now. I want you to take my cock out and I want you to play with it."
His hands were back on her titties and he was twisting them savagely. She knew she had no choice. She had never even seen any cock but her husband's but she wasn't wasting time. She grabbed his prick with her fingers and started pulling the zipper down. Then she quickly slipped her hand inside his fly and her fingers wrapped around his naked cock.
"It's big," she said suddenly.
The words had been surprised out of her. She had never touched any cock but her husband's and had always assumed his cock was a pretty regular sized one. But her husband's cock was small compared to this huge thing!
"Take it out, bitch," he said. "Stop wasting time!"
Betty's fingers closed tightly around his cock and she gingerly pulled it out of his pants. It was so big. She could see the huge blue veins in the tip and it seemed like the tiny eye was blinking at her with a little drop of cum.
"Rub my cock good," he said. "Rub your fingers all over it and make your fingers wet with cum."
His voice was a commanding one and she did as she was told. She rubbed her fingers over the head of his cock and felt his sticky cum. She rubbed her fingers down the length of his long cock. She felt it throbbing against her fingers.
"Beat me off," Harry said. "You know how to beat meat, don't you? I bet you've done it for your husband."
She tightened her fingers around his cock and started moving her fingers up and down. Her other hand slid inside his jeans and she started caressing his heavy, cum-filled balls. He groaned and pushed his cock closer to her.
"Beat my meat hard, baby," he said. "I like it hard. I want your hands full of my cum before you're finished!"
She started beating his cock harder and her fingers started getting slimy with cum. She started caressing his balls a little more frantically. He was groaning and pushing his cock closer. She had the feeling she knew what was going to happen, and she was really scared now.
He put one hand behind her head and started tugging her face down tward his cock.
"Don't do that she pleaded.
"I didn't ask you what you wanted to do, bitch," he said. "Get your face down there and suck it!"
She didn't want to do it but he was going to make her. She dropped her head down slowly and let her lips touch against the head of his swollen cock. She tasted cum and drew her head back as if she had been bitten.
He put his hand on her titty and she quickly moved her head back to his slippery, swollen cock. She touched his cockhead with her tongue and tasted cum. His hand was back on her titty and he was twisting again.
"Now you can do better than that," he said. "You're sucking my cock, baby, not your fucking husband's. You're going to suck my cock like you love sucking cock. Do it or I'll hurt you!"
She touched her lips against his swollen cock. She could taste cum all the way through her body. She opened her mouth and took a deep breath. Her lips and nose seemed covered with stuff. She was stuffed with it. She realized that it was his thick cum wetting her lips and getting up her nose.
"Suck it deep, bitch," he said. "I want it at the back of your fucking throat!"
She opened her mouth wider and sucked at his cock. She was sucking his prick all the way into the back of her throat. She gagged a little, pulled her head back and then started sucking , at his prickhead again. His prickhead went deep into the back of her throat.
His cum was spilling down the back of her throat. She could feel his hot prick throbbing all through her body. She let her teeth scrape his prick as he pulled his prick out of her.
"All right, bitch," he said. "Turn around. Get on your hands and knees because I'm going to fuck the shit out of your tight little fuck-hole!"
Betty turned around. She had never been fucked like an animal, but she knew she was going to get it like that this time.
He half kneeled behind her and pushed hard. His swollen cock went into her partially and it was in the deepest penetration Betty had ever felt before.
"Push your ass back against me," he said. "Take my cock as deep as you can."
She pushed her ass back against him and felt his cock slide deep into her cunt hole. No cock had ever felt so big inside her before. His cock was in deep, so deep that his throbbing cockhead felt as if it was coming out of her mouth.
"Oh fuck, she's tight," Harry said. "She's got a better pussy than any I've ever had!"
Harry started fucking her with hard, deep strokes. His cockhead was so deep inside her that she was afraid it was going to split her in half.
"Move your ass, bitch," he said. "Don't act like you do with your husband. Act good. Move your fucking ass!"
She started moving her ass, pushing back against him as hard as she could. She started squeezing her cunt lips together as she took his prick deep. She kept thinking of her daughter hanging from the rafters and the things they must have done to her. That made Betty move her ass even faster.
He reached around her and grabbed her titties again. He was twisting them until she was moving like a wild woman in her attempts to satisfy him. Other than that, he wasn't doing very much. He seemed to be content to just allow her to fuck his cock off.
His cock was already getting bigger inside her. She started pushing harder and his swollen prick began leaking cum. He pounded her cunt a couple of hard times, then he stopped. She could almost feel his swollen cock growing still bigger inside her.
"I'm still going to fill up your cunt, bitch," he said. "I'm going to fill your fucking pussy. I'm going to flood your cunt hole with jism. Feel this, bitch! Shiiiit!"
He rode her like an animal. He drove his prick deep inside her and his prick started spurting hot jism. His cum filled her in a way her husband's never had. His cum was thick and it ran down her thighs as it spilled out of her cunt.
"That's for starters," Harry told her. "I'm glad you came along, baby. We needed another playmate."