Chapter 2
"Sure, Ma, the Lowell dame means plenty of dough, but I'm not sure we should grab her. A woman's goin' to be tougher to handle than a kid. I still say we should snatch the Carstairs kid."
"Look, George, I'm still running this show." Mrs. Travers drew up her full, fat bulk over her thirty-five-year-old son. "I say we take the Lowell woman. Her old man has tons of dough and he'll part with fifty grand without a yelp. And besides, you know Don wants a woman."
"The hell with Don," George shot back angrily, "let him keep on playing with himself." He looked at the balding, stooped figure of his brother who sat on the couch looking detached from the world.
"That's no way to talk about your brother," the woman retorted. "If that snooty wife of yours would help him, he wouldn't be so bad.
"Lay off that stuff, ma. Grace ain't goin' to have nothin' to do with him. Are you crazy or somethin?"
"All right then George boy, we grabed the Lowell dame. That way we get our dough, little Donnie gets at her pants and everythin's peachy. Right?"
"Okay, Ma. We grab the Lowell dame. I may even take a crack at her myself."
"Duchess Gracie ain't gonna like that," she cackled delightedly.
"Screw Grace. She ain't gonna give me no trouble. I can look after her."
"Yeah? Then why don't you get her to do somethin' for poor Don? You know he ain't so smart. He can't get a woman hisself."
"Don ain't gettin' close to my wife, now get that straight. Now let's plan this job right so we don't screw it up."
For a long time, they sat over the cluttered kitchen table planning the details of kidnaping Jane Lowell. When it became obvious that Grace would have to help, George called her. She walked into the kitchen, not quite drunk, not quite sober. Her idea of a business uniform for the meeting consisted of not quite white nylon panties. Her heavy breasts flopped with each step. They sagged a little, but that didn't distract from their beauty as far as Don Travers was concerned.
"Please, Grace, let me touch 'em, huh? Cawmon Grace, let me rub you a bit, huh?"
"Shut up, pig," she snarled. "Keep your dirty hands off me."
"For Chrissake, Grace," her husband complained, "why don't you put some clothes on? How do you expect that silly bastard to stop drooling at you if you won't dress?"
"Don't talk to me like that, George," she snapped haughtily, "I am not accustomed to being spoken to in that manner." She punctuated her badly spoken message by swaying her fat breasts in the way an aristocratic lady would sweep her mink stole.
"Oh, I'd just love to watch Donny tear a hunk off you, you snooty bitch," the old woman cackled. "Just wait Don, you'll get into her pants yet and I'll be there to cheer." Her insane laugh seemed to fill the shanty.
"For Chrissake, will you stupid broads get your minds off tail and settle down to business," George roared. When the chips were down, Ma Travers ran the show, but right now, George was trying to get the meeting to order. Kidnapping meant a long stretch in the pen and he didn't look forward to that. He wanted this plan to be just right.
Over the old woman's objections, it was settled that he and Grace would pull the caper. Don was to stay home and the old woman would stay with him to make sure he stayed there. He and Grace would watch for the Lowell dame on her way to the country club. When they saw her pull onto the dirt road, he would stall the car in the middle of the road. When she got out, he would grab her. If she fought, he would belt her. Grace would drive their car back, he would drive the dame's car. If the Lowell dame woke and made any fuss, he would hit her again and shut her up. It would be that easy.
"I think you should take Don with you," Ma Travers protested, "he can "keep the dame under control while you drive."
"Yeah? Who's goin' to keep him under control? I don't want that horny nut trying to make the dame while I'm trying to drive. This is goin' to be tough enough without him along."
On Monday morning, George and Grace took off in the eight-year-old Chev to pick up their prize. Ma Travers stayed behind with Don. After they left, she told him of her plans to get him a woman all to himself.
"She's real purtty, Don, you're gonna like her real good. I'll bet she wears real purtty little things under her dress and she'll smell real good."
She felt her dirty housedress being tugged up. She felt the clumsy hands pawing at her fleshy thighs. "Not this time Don. You just control yourself. In a little while, she'll be here and you can have her all to yourself. I'll help you Donny boy. We'll both have lots of fun."
He smiled at her with stupid gratitude. He liked his Ma, he wanted to take the big smooth bloomers down, but today he would wait. She had promised him something new and better. He thought of what it would be like. He couldn't really imagine it, but he decided to wait to find out.
As he waited, George and Grace were also waiting. The old Chevy had been parked at the top of the hill above the swamp where they had a complete view of the road for miles in both directions. It was a quiet road that carried little traffic. Most people preferred the main county road with its paved surface. He was glad that the Lowell dame liked the quiet old dirt road. It was going to make their job a lot safer. He thought again of the power of the Lowell money and wanted all the safeguards he could find. He looked at his wife who stood beside the car, saw her massive breasts barely contained in the thin blouse and realized that he didn't want to spend ten or twenty years in some stinking pen without being able to get his hands on them. He wanted to make very sure that the caper went well.
The road was still clear in both directions. He became impatient. Damn her, he thought, she usually passes here before this. He could see his wife looking nervous. He could tell she was ready for action. He thought of what his stupid brother would do with her if he got the chance, thought of how his mother pressured him to have his wife look after Don. To hell with them both, he thought, ain't nobody but me gonna do nothin' with Grace.
That seemed like a good idea. The road was deserted. He could bend her over the back of the car, flip her skirt up, pull the tight panties down and hack off a quick one. She'd like that, he told himself. He felt the urge rise within him. He kicked it back down. The hell with it, he told himself, this is big money, real big money. I'm just gonna keep it in my pants until we get that dame back at the shack. After that, I'll find some way to get rid of Grace for a while and I'll get me some of that rich dame's hot pants. If he had his wav, brother Don was going to keep right on waiting for a while. Let Ma look after the dumb bastard. I'm goin' to get some of that for me before that stupid bastard gets close to her.
Far off to the left he saw a small cloud of dust as a car turned onto the dirt road. It looked as though it had turned out of the Lowell place. Hurriedly, he climbed to the top of the knoll to make sure. He couldn't be positive, but he was sure enough to act. The car was just over two miles away. In the other direction, the road was clear for four miles.
Fighting to retain balance, he ran down the hill and pulled the car door open. He shouted to Grace to get in fast. He gave her a quick rundown on what she was expected to do before he kicked the car into gear and moved into the center of the narrow dirt road. Satisfied with the position of the car, he killed the engine and got out. He called to Grace to follow him.
He was about to get his hands on the Lowell dame, he wasn't that concerned about Grace being injured in case of a crash. He just wanted it to look like a nice innocent looking couple with car trouble. He wanted to make sure she would stop. He watched as the car roared out of the curve, he saw her hit the brakes, saw the gravel fly as the wheels bit, saw the car come to a stop a good ten feet behind his car.
He remained motionless as she opened the door and got out. He knew she must have been showing a bunch of leg as she reached for the road, but he had to stay put. He had to get her far enough from her car so that she couldn't make a run for it. He felt the blood pounding in his veins, but he glued his feet to the dirt road. Looking toward Grace, he could see that she looked bored. He looked at the beautiful young woman walking toward them, saw the imprint of her thighs against the material of the skirt, saw the thrust of her big breasts against the blouse. He felt his mouth water. If he played it right, he would have her curled up on the front seat of the car in just a couple of minutes. He waited.
"Having trouble?" Her voice was clear and friendly.
"Yeah," he tried to keep his voice calm," do you know anything about engines?"
"Not much." She was within feet of him now. He saw the beginning of cleavage at the opening of her blouse. He imagined what those breasts looked like just below. He thought of how they would feel under his hands.
"Would you take a look and see if you can tell what the trouble is?" Grace's voice sounded hard and ugly to him, but he saw that Jane was walking toward the front of the car.
"Here," he offered, "I'll open the hood." He did. She bent to look at the engine. He saw the smooth, silken neck below him. He raised his right arm and brought it down in a chopping motion. She didn't make a sound. She fell against the car. He reached for her and caught her before she could fall to the dirt road. She felt light and warm in his arms. He had to get rid of Grace.
"Come on," he roared at her, "get that car back to the house."
She seemed to be looking at him suspiciously. He moved his hand reluctantly off Jane's breast. "This ain't the time for fun," she hissed, "I want you right behind me when we hit the house."
"Shut up and get that car out of here, I'll be right behind you."
As Grace climbed into the Chev, he carried his precious load back and dumped her into the front seat of the Lincoln. He made sure that her skirt was hiked well up her thighs before he pushed the car to life. Grace was a half mile up the road. That's good enough, he reasoned. His left hand held the wheel, his right reached to fondle the silken thighs. He moved the skirt up a little higher. He saw the black nylon panties. His hand moved again. He decided it felt very smooth. His hand moved over the warm, silken slopes. This, he thought, is goin' to be real good. Too good to waste on brother Don. He cut the speed to just over thirty. His left hand continued to guide the wheel, his right moved easily, eagerly over the nylon sheathed mounds under the skirt.
For a moment, George considered pulling off the road to make a more thorough investigation of the panties and their contents, but Grace would be waiting and she would be suspicious enough. As a compromise, he forced his hand between her thighs, pressed between the smooth silkiness of her skin until he felt the thin nylon under his hand. Through the warm material, he could feel the warm softness of the woman. Oh man, he thought, is this gonna be good.
When she began to move, he pulled his hand away quickly, reluctantly. He pulled her skirt down so that it covered her hips and a portion of her upper thighs. What remained in view was still a pretty good consolation prize. They were only a few minutes from the farm now, George hoped he would't have to hit her again.
Jane came alive quickly when she began to snap out of it. Her eyes opened wide, a look of alarm in them.
"Where am I? Who are you? What happened?" The questions poured form her in a flood.
He decided to keep her calm for the remaining minute or two it would take to get to the farm. There was no point in getting her upset now.
"There was an accident," he told her. "You were looking at the engine and the hood fell on your neck. I'm just takin' you to my place until you get over it. Ma'll take care of you."
Jane was less than convinced, but she couldn't bring herself to be really alarmed. The back of her head and neck ached dully. She saw that her skirt was hiked up so that much of her thigh was exposed to the driver. She saw that he was staring, but that didn't bother her. Men liked to look at her legs and their attention pleased her. Even now, when she was less than comfortable about the circumstances, she wasn't concerned about this strange man staring at the tops of her nylons. She wondered if he had seen more while she was unconscious. She tried to think back, to figure out what had happened. She remembered stopping behind the stalled car, remembered the man and woman, bending over the car engine, then nothing.
The car turned off the rough dirt road and into a rougher lane. She saw the shabby looking farm house ahead, looking lonely and bleak among the trees. Jane felt a shudder of fear race through her. Something was wrong here, she sensed, but she was powerless to do anything about it. She decided to play it cool until she could find out more.
George stopped the car in front of the house and got out hurriedly. He came around to her side to help her out. He didn't usually do this sort of thing, but he realized that sitting as she was, she would have to show plenty in getting out. He was right too. There was a not too hurried display of nylon tops and bare thigh as she climbed out and stood rather weakly. He put an arm around her to support her. It felt good. He could feel the firmness of her body and knew it would feel great without that blouse and skirt in the way.
As he guided her up the porch steps, he permitted his arm to slip a little lower so that his hand brushed the top slopes of her buttocks. It felt so good that he was tempted to clutch more boldly, but the door was opening and he didn't want a scene right now. If he played his cards right, and he intended doing so, he would soon reach the stage of showing the family that he was boss of the situation and could do what he wanted with her. He determined to do this without wasting time. This little broad's too good to waste, he decided.
Ma Travers stood in the doorway to greet the new guest. She hadn't bothered to dress up for the occasion, but she did offer a friendly greeting.
"It's nice of you to visit us, Miss Lowell."
Jane was concerned that they knew her name, but she didn't show it.
"I don't think I had much choice in the matter," she replied.
"That's right, honey, you didn't." The woman stood back and ushered Jane into the house. "Now if you're a real good girl, you're gonna have a real pleasant stay with us. Our place ain't fancy like yours, but you'll find us real friendly if you act nice."
Jane didn't bother replying. She saw another man sitting at the end of the table. The way his eyes crawled over her like two wet insects made her flesh creep. She realized fully now that she was in trouble. Possibily worse trouble than she had imagined. She felt an urge to sprint for the door and make a break, but knew she didn't have a chance. She would have to wait for an opportunity when there were fewer people around to watch her. Somehow though, she was going to have to get out of here as fast as she could.
"Can I now, Ma? Can I? You promised." Don's beady eyes glistened as he talked to his mother.
"You just shut up, Donny baby, I'll keep my promise," the woman replied. "She's a real pretty thing, ain't she?"
"Yeah Ma, she's purtty. I like her a lot. Can I now, Ma?"
Jane hoped that what she was thinking was wrong. Could it possibly be that they intended to turn her over to this ugly defective creature? She had heard of women letting dogs get into them and it had always made her feel queasy. Right now, the thought of a nice clean dog looked much more attractive than this unclean animal.
"Would someone please tell me what is going on here? Am I a prisoner or something?" If things were as wrong as they seemed to be, she may as well know, she reasoned.
"Well now," Ma Travers answered, "I wouldn't say you're a prisoner. Let's just say you're a guest. We're gonna send your old man a little bill for your keep and as soon as he pays, you'll be leaving."
Jane was stunned. She had expected something less than good news, but the realization that she was kidnapped by this group hit her with stunning force.
"Do you mean I've been kidnapped?"
Ma smiled. "Well, dearie, I guess you could call it that. Yeah, I guess that's as good a word as any."
"But there are laws about that. They'll be looking for me. You can't get away with it."
"You gotta admit," George interjected, "we're makin' a pretty good try. Sure, they'll be lookin' for you, but why would they suspect nice law abidin' folks like us?"
Ma and Grace laughed at the humor of his innocent tone.
"All right, get in touch with my father. If you ask a reasonable price, he'll pay. Just get it over with."
"Easy now, Miss Lowell," George stopped her, "there ain't no real rush about it. We're gonna give the old man a couple a days to think about it. We wanna make sure he gets all nice and worried about his little girl. Meanwhile, we'll just be one big happy family."
Jane remained silent, her mind was absorbing the seriousness of the situation.
"This boy of mine ain't got very good manners," Ma spoke. "He should of introduced us." She went about the formal introductions on a first name basis. When she came to Don, her voice became a little more gentle, it was the tome of a mother showing off her baby, her pride and joy.
"This here's Don. He's a real good boy and I can tell he likes you a lot Jane. I think you two'll cotton to each other real good."
Don looked ready to leap at her like an animal. She shuddered. She was thankful when George changed the subject.
"We gotta get that big car of hers. outta sight. You come with me Don and we'll clear space for it in the barn."
"No, I wanna stay here with her," he said, his eves crawling over her again."
"You do as you're told, Don." The mother's tone was one of command. Jane wondered if she could really control this hulking animal.
"No, Ma, I wanna stay with her. I ain't goin."
Ma got up and walked to the table. From the shelf above it, she picked up a flat stick and pointed to Don with it. "You do as you're told Don, or I'll take your pants down and give you a damn good lickin'. Would you like that, baby?"
He cowered in child-like fear. He scampered to his feet and hurried out of the house ahead of his brother. Jane's look of surprise was obvious. The woman saw it.
"I don't know how they do things in your family, Jane, but I know how to bring up kids real good. When I put him across my lap and spank his behind, he howls like a kid. Maybe you never got your rich little ass spanked, but if you act up, you'll get it fer sure."
Jane blanched. It was obvious that the old woman meant what she said. She also looked more than strong enough to do it. Jane estimated her height at about five-eight, her weight about a hundred a sixty or more. She had big, strong looking hands and the powerful arms of a laborer. Jane hoped she would never find out just how strong those arms were.
While the men were gone, Ma poured three mugs of coffee and invited Jane to join her and Grace at the table. She brought the meeting to order and introduced the first item of business.
"Now, Jane, you're gonna be with us for a little while. If you act real friendly, we'll treat you good. If you make any fuss or act unfriendly, you're gonna be real sorry."
"I'll cooperate," Jane shrugged. "I don't want to make things worse than they are."
"Now that's real smart. The first thing I want you to do is about little Don. You see, he ain't never had a woman of his own. Grace here won't have nothin' to do with him. He keeps pawin' at her and pullin' her skirt up to look at her, but she won't give it to him. Now that ain't healthy."
She paused for a breath. Jane tried to control the shudders she felt sweeping over her.
"Now of course, I do what I can for him, but that ain't really right. He really needs a pretty young woman like you, one what's nice and smooth and soft and fresh. When the boys come in, what say you and him sit on the couch here and you let him do it to you. Is that okay?"
"No." It was more a gasp than a word.
"Now look here, Lady Jane, I warned you once. You're gonna do like you're told around here. I'll bet there's been lots of guys got in them little pants of yours. It ain't gonna hurt none to let Don do it. It'll make him feel real good and we'll be here to make sure he don't get too rough or nothin."
"That's right, Janie," Grace contributed, "we'll be right here watching all the way. Maybe if you make it real good, me and George will get so raspy that we'll do it too. It can be a real party, I don't know what Ma here will do, but she'll figure out something."
"My God, you must all be crazy," Jane was almost screaming. "You just can't do things like that. I won't do it."
"You'll do it," Ma snapped, "It's just a matter of doing it with a damn sore ass if you give me any argument."
Outside, they heard the engine of the big Lincoln come to life. Jane saw it drive past the house and into the barn. George and Don hurried out and closed the barn doors. There was something ominous about the closing of the big gray doors, as if her last hope of escape had been removed. Jane held her face in her hands and fought down a compelling urge to scream.
She heard the men come back into the house and knew that the showdown was approaching. For a moment, she considered giving in and agreeing to meet their fantastic demands, but she rejected the idea. The thought of undressing under the gaze of this group, being pawed by the dirty, hulking beast while the others watched was too much. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Okay Ma," Don boomed as he walked into the room, "I done what you told me, now can I?"
"Well, Donny, I did ask her about that, but she seems kind of nervous about it. Maybe we can convince her though. Why don't you get undressed and show her you're ready."
Without even a trace of embarrassment, the man unbuttoned his dirty shirt and threw it aside. He unfastened his pants and dropped them to the floor. He was naked.
Jane had watched in spite of herself. He was a well built man and it was obvious that he was more than ready.
"Now look at that," his mother said with enthusiasm, "ain't he really built? I guess any normal woman would like to take that."
Don beamed at this praise from his mother. He flexed his muscles-all of them-and shivered with anticpation as he thought of seeing this beautiful woman undress, touching her, doing those special things to her.
Mrs. Travers sat on the couch beside Jane and spoke quietly. "Look now Jane, you gotta do this real willing, like you enjoy it. It would hurt him if he thought you didn't want to. Come on now, you peel off them duds like a nice girl and get ready for a nice big treat."
"I can't, I just can't do it." Jane kept her voice low, but the look of disappointment on Don's face indicated he had heard her.
"Tell 'er to do it Ma," he pleaded, "tell 'er."
Ma moved closer to the shivering young woman beside her. This time she whispered, but the whisper carried the full authority of a shouted command.
"I'm going to tell you one more time, Lady Jane, and you better listen real good. You get outa them clothes and let Don here play with you all over and go all the way. If you don't, I'm gonna blister your ass real good."
"No! No! No! I can't. I just can't do it." Jane had jumped to her feet, but before she could take a step, she felt her arm being grabbed by a vise-like hand, felt herself pulled sprawling over the woman's lap. With one sweep, her dress had been raised well above her hips. She felt all eyes in the room fasten on her panty clad bottom, her naked thighs.
Don lumbered clumsily to the couch, he stared down at the near naked beauty across his mother's lap.
"Gosh Ma," he rasped, "look at them purtty white legs and the nice little pants. Let me touch, Ma. Let me touch."
"All right, Donny boy. I guess that wouldn't hurt none." She held Jane trapped in her strong arms and watched as Don placed one hand on the smooth thighs. He ran his hand quickly up over the slope of the tightly drawn nylon panties.
Kneeling then, he placed both hands on her. At first, his touch was gentle, then, as his excitement grew, he became rougher, more insistent. His fingers probed cruelly. Jane gasped and twisted in a frenzied effort to escape, but her motions only increased her attractiveness. The firm, rounded buttocks writhing within the sheath of nylon only served to make the man more excited. His hands were all over her, his rough palms rasped against the thin material of the panties, against the soft skin of her upper thighs.
"You move back now boy, I'm gonna spank her real good. I'm gonna learn her some manners."
Reluctantly, Don drew back a little. He saw his mother grasp the waistband of the little panties and draw them quickly down over the milky-white globes.
But he was not the only one watching intently. George had gotten up from his chair and stood above the girl to watch the unveiling of her behind. His excitement was as obvious as Don's. Grace commented on it as she too came for a closer look. But Don had no intention of being crowded out. Still kneeling, he moved in again. Once again Jane felt his rough hands on her.
The woman pushed him back. "You just stay put Donny, I'm going to give Lady Jane a real lickin' now."
"Yeah Ma," he encouraged, "give it to her good. Make her do it Ma."
Slap! The woman's hand struck with the force of solid leather and Jane felt fire inside the skin of her right buttock. Slap! This time she felt a matching blaze in the other cheek. Again and again the big, hard hand rose and fell. Each time, there was a sound like a pistol shot; with each spank, the level of Jane's cries rose to a scream which subsided only to rise again with the next brutal slap.
Within a minute, both round cheeks had been thoroughly slapped and colored, but the woman was far from finished. Jane threshed and twisted, but could not elude the grasp of the woman. There was no way of protecting her more than sensitive buttocks from the slapping hand. Jane had no way of knowing what effect she was having on the entire group who watched the spanking of her naked bottom, but even if she did, it wouldn't matter. All that mattered was the searing soreness of her behind, the feeling of complete, utter helplessness at the hands of these inhuman monsters.
"Ma, Ma," Don was moaning in obvious discomfort, "you gotta do somethin." His hands moved to meet his urgent need.
The woman saw it. She couldn't see her baby suffer like this.
Pushing Jane roughly from her lap, she stood. Taking Don by the hand, she walked toward her bedroom with him.
"There now baby, Ma's goin' to make it all better for you." She knelt on the shabby, unmade bed and tossed her skirt high on her naked back. She wore no panties.
"Come on Donny, baby, we'll do it that special way you like so much. Come on baby."
He went to her eagerly. Jane had flattered them by considering them animals.