Chapter 8
"What the hell?", came from the suddenly awaken Ash at the noise coming from outside.
"What's going on, Ash?"
"I don't know, but if Doug doesn't stop it damned quick, he'll get my foot up his ass."
"It sounds like he has a woman, Ash. Maybe you'd better go see what's going on."
"Damn it to hell." He said as he reached for his pants and left Carrie on their new mattress and walked out the door to see what the hell his baby brother was up to.
"Would you shut the fuck up," came from Doug as he struggled with what was obviously a woman.
"My thoughts exactly. What the hell is going on, Doug? And who the hell is that?"
Even in only the moonlight, Ash could see Doug struggling with a woman. A woman who was almost totally naked and fighting like hell to remain in the truck Doug was determined to get her out of.
"Ash, damn it, give me hand."
"Doing what?"
"Getting her inside. Damn it to hell. Stop that, bitch," as she scratched his face when he bent over to pick her up.
Ash laughed. It really was quite a sight seeing his brother wrestling with the woman. God, was she ever a fighter, he thought, as she gave Doug a good right hook as he tried to get her over his shoulder.
"Ash, damn it, don't just stand there, help me."
"It looks like an even fight to me. Jesus, what your balls, Doug," he said as she raised her leg.
"Damn it to hell, bitch, you almost unmanned me."
"Thaatt you bastarddd was my intent. Let me go. No. Get your damned handssa off me."
Doug was struggling but Ash knew he'd win over the gal and decided that Carrie would enjoy seeing this. Going back inside, he said, "Seems like Doug wants a gal of his own. Care to watch the show?"
"Damned right."
Carrie had heard all that had been said and was standing at the end of her chains trying to see when Ash came in. As soon as he unlocked her chains from the floor, both of them went out and stood on the front porch to watch.
Doug had the woman out of the car and over his shoulder, but he wasn't making any headway as she had a very strong grip on the window frame of the truck as they played a game of tug-of-war in the moonlight.
She loved it, and couldn't help aiding the mysterious gal in Doug's arms. "Let go of the window and grab his pants and pull up. Give him one hell of a damned wedggie."
"Damn it to hell, Carrie, would you keep your damned advise to yourself. I'm having enough trouble as it is."
"Oh, hell, Doug, you outweigh her and are twice as strong. She can use all the help she can get."
"Ash, would you do something with your damned wife before I do?"
"Sure thing, Douggie," he answered as he turned and gave Carrie a kiss.
"God damn it all. Ouch. God, bitch, retract your claws."
Carrie saw that the woman had taken her advise and let go of the truck, that or Doug had finally pulled her way. But that left her hands free and she used them to scratch at Doug wherever she could reach, which included his face and as she pulled his shirt up in the back, his back.
Carrie and Ash both laughed when she finally did what Carrie had told her. Taking a firm grip on the back of Doug's pants she pulled up with a savage jerk. The material dug into his balls and his legs gave out as the two of them resumed their fight on the ground.
The woman landed on top and didn't waste a second in swinging her fists. Two real good ones landed on Doug's jaw before he captured them in one hand and used the other one to reach for an exposed tit and pinch it hard. Even Carrie cringed as he twisted her flesh and the woman screamed.
"Oh, my Godddd... " she said as the woman finally looked that the porch containing the woman who had given her the advise about the pants and saw Carrie for the first time. A Carrie complete with breast rings and chains hanging from them, thus giving the struggling Doug a chance to return her jabs.
He connected solidly with her jaw and she kind of just wilted on top of him.
"That's cheating, Doug," Carrie informed him as the gal laid still for the first time. "Damn it, Doug, fight fair."
"Fair? What the hell do you know about fair? That bitch," he said as he shoved her off him, "has been fighting me the whole damned night. She's scratched my face, kicked my balls and almost made me wreck the new truck around a friggin damned tree."
"Well, what the hell do you expect? You aren't exactly treating her with kid gloves."
"Kid... damn it, Ash, will you give me a hand and get your damned wife out of here?"
"Nope."
What?"
"I said, nope. I happen to agree with my wife, and you'd better watch your tongue around her, too."
"Watch my... God, damn it, Ash. I've been fighting for my damned life and you get all huffy if I grip about your wife?"
"Well, she is my wife. Speaking of which, who the hell is that?"
Doug looked down at the ground then sheepishly looked up at his brother. "Well, hell, Ash, you got your own woman, and I wanted one, too. What the hell is wrong with that?"
"Nothing. If the gal is willing."
"Willing? What the hell are you talking about? Carrie sure as hell wasn't willing in the beginning, either. And this one will learn, too. Just like she did. Damn it, Ash, I want some damned pussy, too. And some tits, by God, and she'll provide both," as he pointed to the unconscious gal on the ground at his feet.
"Who is she?"
"Hell, how the hell would I know?"
"Then where the hell did you get her?"
"Well... her car broke down and I... "
"You kidnapped her? You fucking kidnapped her?"
"Well... sort of."
"Sort of hell! Damn it, Doug, don't you know they can arrest you for kidnapping? Why the hell did you bring her here?"
"Why the hell not? It's where I live, ain't it?"
"Ya. You and Gary, Pa, Carrie and I. You shithead. Why the hell didn't you just fuck her if that's what you wanted? Why the hell bring her here?"
"Because she's staying. Just like Carrie. But this one's mine, Ash. Mine. Got that? Mine."
"I hear you, Douggie. But now that you've got her just what the hell are you going to do with her?"
"Keep her. Just like you keep Carrie."
"Ash, I think he's serious. Why don't you get her inside and I'll see how bad she is as you try to talk some sense into Doug."
"Right."
The brothers carried the woman into the house, lying her on Ash and Carrie's mattress on the living room floor as Carrie got water and cloth to tend her, as Ash and Doug carried on a shouting match on the front porch.
"Mmmuumm... ahhh damn ittt," came from the woman, as she came up swinging.
"Stop. Stop, I won't hurt you." Carrie tried to get her to lay back down.
"You? And... " her eyes fixed on Carrie's breasts and she could say no more.
"That's OK. Just relax. I won't hurt you, and Ash is trying to talk some sense in Doug. Here, hold this against your chin. You're going to have one hell of bruise."
"A bruise... but you," and again she couldn't speak as she pointed at Carrie's tits.
"Oh, don't let that bother you. I wear these by choice." Carrie could see that she didn't believe her as she looked at her body.
Carrie had to admit that she got an eyeful. Each of the boys had had at her that day, even Pa had whipped her ass. Oh, yes, the woman had quite a bit to see. From neck to knees, Carrie was covered with marks. And she was sure that seeing rings in her tits, connected to long, heavy chains, didn't help matter, either.
"Cchh... choice?"
"Yes. Choice. How are you feeling now?"
"I... ahha a bit battered but not as much as you are."
"Don't worry about me. Can you sit up? Good. Where did Doug find you? He said something about your car breaking down."
"I... ahh yes. I ah it broke and he stopped to help, I thought. Then the next thing I know, he grabbing me and tossing me into his truck as he's trying to rip off my damned clothes."
"Well, I... that's Doug for you. He's always been a bit impatient."
"Impatient? What the hell is going on here? Who are you, anyway?"
"I'm Doug's sister-in-law, Carrie. And you are?"
"I... ahh Sam ahh Samanthia Jenkins. Jesus, I don't believe we're sitting here exchanging names"
"Why not?"
"Why not? Jesus, would you look at yourself?"
Just for the hell of it, Carrie looked down at her body. She couldn't help smiling. "You jealous?"
"Jealous? You've been whipped and you've got fucking rings in your tits. With chains attached to them."
"Yes I do. And I ask again, are you jealous?"
"Jealous? Lady, I think you're as crazy as your damned brother-in-law."
"No. Sorry, but neither one of us are crazy. Only Pa is. But you haven't even met him yet."
"Pa? You mean there's more of you nuts around here?"
"Just Pa and Gary. And Ash and Doug, of course."
"Oh, of course." She said sarcastically. "And just what the hell are all of you nuts planning to do with me?"
"Well, unfortunately, Doug wants to keep you."
"Keep me? What the hell for? Why?"
"To fuck, of course. And I guess to rough up a bit, too."
"Fuck? Rough up? God, you're as crazy as he is."
"No, you have to understand Doug. He's not a bad boy. He just wants a woman of his own, instead of sharing me with Ash, Gary and Pa, too."
"Share? Share what?"
"Fucking and whipping. Except for Pa, that is. He only whips me."
"Are you for real?"
"Sure as hell am. Now, you just lay back there and I'll go see if Ash has talked any sense into Doug."
Carrie didn't even bother to turn around at Samanthia's, "Oh, my God," because she knew it was the sight of her back that had caused it. She had more important things to do than calm hysterical woman. She had a family to protect.
"No, damn it, Ash, I want some damn pussy and I got it. And damn it I aim to keep it, too. You ain't the only damned one that likes to fuck pussy and play with tits. I do too!"
"I'm not arguing that, Doug. What I am trying to do is to get you to look at this as it is. You can't go around and kidnap any damned woman that just happens to take your fancy."
"Why the hell not? You did."
"But this is different. Carrie came here. You kidnapped her."
"I don't give a damn, Ash. She's mine and I aim to keep her. And if I ain't welcome here, I'll go some damned place else and take her with me."
"And where the hell would you go? Tell me that."
"How the hell do I know? This is my home, too."
"Ash," he turned at Carrie's voice, "I think he's serious. Couldn't she stay?"
"Stay... "
"No, let me finish. Doug is a basically good boy, and I'm sure if Samanthia got to know him, well, she just might like to stay. He could court her."
"Court her? Damn it, Carrie, I'm gonna fuck her. Not court her."
"Doug, listen to me. No, listen. You've scared her half out of her wits with your grabbing and tearing her clothes and all. All I'm trying to say is, if you take it a bit easier, she just might like you. Hell, you're a good looking guy. You got some money now, women like that. And I know for a fact that you're a good fucker, so why not kind of ease her into things."
"Ash, where the hell did she come up such a hair-brain idea like that?"
"Doug, do you know why I'm staying here?"
"Hell, yea. You're chained and can't get away."
"No, you're wrong there, Doug. Let me tell you a story," Ash said as the two of them walked away.
As Ash told of how Carrie had rechained herself, Carrie went back inside to Samanthia.
"Can I ask you something personal, Samanthia?"
"I... ah sure, why the hell not."
"Forget what Doug did to you, try to set that aside for the moment. Do you find him attractive?"
"Attractive?"
"Yes, attractive. I can tell you, he sure has the hots for you. He insists that you stay, and I thought that if you found him, well, you know, attractive you might stay on your own."
"My own? You are crazy."
"No. But he is my brother-in-law and I'd like to see him happy. He's a good fucker, too, if that makes any difference to you."
"A good... you're serious, aren't you?"
"Dead serious. Can you give him a chance? He's really not so bad. Oh, he might want to tan your hide now and then, but basically he does that to impress his brothers and Pa."
"Impress! I can't believe this. A woman, who I might add is beaten from head to toe, is standing there asking me to look the same fucking way to make her damned brother-in-law happy!"
"He is a damned good fucker. Interested?"
Samanthia laid back on the mattress, on the fucking floor none the less, and laughed. This house is filled with nuts!
Including me, she thought, as she gave serious thought to accepting Carrie's invitation. Come to think of it, Doug was a good looking guy. And she sure as hell didn't miss the massive bulge in his pants, either. She was still laughing when she asked, "That good?"
"Damned good fucker. Interested?"
"Sure. But not much rough stuff, OK?"
"I'm sure you can handle him. Just don't let him get you tied up. He does get carried away then."
"I don't fucking believe this," Samanthia said as she again laid back on the mattress and laughed until she had tears in her eyes. "That good?"
"Well, to be honest, I've only had him fuck my ass and mouth. But he real good at that. In fact it is because of that that he kidnapped you in the first place."
"Why's that?"
"Because Ash won't let the others fuck me in the pussy. Or touch my tits. I think Doug is very hungry for pussy and tits, and if you like that combination, you'll have a blast with him."
Sam laughed. "Hell, there must be a God after all. You just named my two favorites. Oh, hell, send Doug in here and we'll see just how damned good his is."
"I'll be right back. Just as soon as I find them."