John Friday: Family in chains

Long waves of the same lustrous gold ran down her back like a cascading mountain stream. The silky tresses swayed on the firm, tight domes of her little ass, and they broke into a golden flurry when she bounded toward the lake.

Babs ran up the steep sloping face of a boulder and dove head first into the deep, vividly blue watery beyond. The dive was so perfect, her slender body hardly made a splash. Ripples spread outward from a trail of rising bubbles and lapped gently on the shore.

Silas Sharp stood watching, his mammoth body almost hidden in a jumble of craggy rocks. He used a long brass spyglass, a telescoping tube with lenses strong enough to almost bring the girl's golden pussy curls to his lips.

"Huuugh!" he groaned, compressing the tube and slipping it into the packet of his grimy buckskin jacket. She was still swimming underwater – now a distant shadow with fleeting glimmers of yellow-gold.

Silas made his way around the lake, moving silently in. He carried the flintlock rifle in his right hand. A powder horn hung from a thong over his left shoulder, and a fringed pouch full of patches and.50 caliber lead balls. He would have no need for them now. This was definitely game to be taken alive. But taken for sure!

He crept back of the boulder Babs had dived off just as the girl surfaced far out in the lake. She tossed her head to sweep a strand of hair from her eyes, and she thought she saw a darting shadow on the shore but when she looked again, it was gone.

She frolicked like a water nymph, splashing and giggling, breathing rapidly because of the chilling cold water. Then she turned and stroked toward the shore. She figured she would have time to stretch out naked on that boulder and let the sun fin her with warmth again. There would be plenty of time to do that and dress before the Marshals reached the lake.

She tossed her long hair again as she walked up on the gravel beach. And she stroked a hand briskly through her dense pad of cunt hair to brush the gleaming cold drops of water away.

Silas waited, crouched like a cougar. He held his breath but could not silence the thundering beat of his heart. This little bitch excited him more than the other one. Her small size and quick, graceful moves made his huge cock ache. He grinned wickedly, thinking that he and Wes would not have to take turns any more – just trade pretty young cunt back and forth once in awhile.

She circled the huge, hump-backed rock and almost crashed into him. The shock took her breath away. She had not seen another person on the trail in three days and assumed she was completely alone.

Silas spun her around so her back was to him. He clasped his hand over her mouth before she could gasp out even a feeble cry. His other arm reached around and across her chest. He clamped a hand on one of her firm, sharp little tits.

"Heeeeuummmph!" She tried to scream, barely able to make a sound.

Silas kept his hand on her squirming mouth and tightened his grip on her tit. Her tit felt cold and wet from her swim, but it began to warm when he worked her flesh with pulsing finger strokes.

By then, Babs was in the full grip of panic. She wrenched in his grasp and tried to claw at the hand covering her mouth. She tugged at the hand squeezing her tit, but that was like trying to pry open the jaws of a steel vise.

She could feel his hot, foul-smelling breath rush past her ear. That sent sharp tingles into her skull. She jerked again, threw her head forward, and then rammed it back, hoping to smash the bridge of his nose. That was a move her father had taught her, but it didn't work. The huge man just turned his head aside and licked her ear as it went by.

"Muummph!" she raged.

She had one arm almost free. She swung it forward and spiked the point of her elbow back with all her might. She slammed it into the pit of his stomach, but for all the good it did, she might as well have hit the side of a rock.

A slight gush of rank air came from his lips, but then he laughed and said. "Oooh, shit… you're a feisty one. You'll be fun to fuck!"

Babs turned almost numb with fear. Not only had her self-defense methods all failed, but the man had worked his thumb up and found the tip of her bulging nipple. He was turning it slowly.

"I'll have your little titties nice and hot in no time," he whispered. The sound and his stinking breath flowed all over her ear.

"Huuunngh!" Babs tried to bite his hand, but it was so big and his grasp so strong, she could barely get her mouth open.

Silas lifted and pushed her across the beach with her bare feet hardly touching the ground. She kicked back in a mindless frenzy, but her bare heels could not seem to hurt his powerful legs.

He laughed, grunting each time she struck a useless blow. "Hmnimm-hhhmmmm! If you lick like that when I ram your little pussy full, my poor cock will go crazy inside of you!"

His fucker was already hard enough for her to feel. With each bumping step he took, his prick thumped against her naked ass like a huge prod encased in grimy leather. His cock was slick from the water still dripping off her ass, and she felt the heat of it make her asshole clamp in terror.

He stopped by her pack and pile of clothing. "Gotta get rid of this shit in case somebody comes along before I get done with you." He laughed in anticipation. "And that'll take a few days. Then I'll let my brother Wes fuck you for awhile."

"Hhhaaagggh," she groaned. It was getting worse all the time. Somewhere there was another man – and probably another giant cock. She shivered and tried not to think of all the things the two of them could do.

Silas wadded her blouse into a ball, slid his hand off her mouth and chuckled when he felt her furious writhing. She spread her lips wide, and her slender body swelled with a scream. But he stuffed the ball of cloth in her mouth and choked off the sound.

He pulled a dangling web strap off her pack, pulled it between her lips and cinched it tight in back of her head to keep the gag in place.

Not only did the jaw-straining wad of her blouse contain her screams, but it made it hard to breathe. Her chest heaved, and her heart raced, and she could not suck enough air in through her nose. She began to feel lightheaded, dizzy with fear.

Silas found a coil of stout nylon rope and began fashioning a knot. Babs hardly had strength to resist now, so he could use both hands. He formed a long pair of loops across his palm and then began to coil tighter circles of rope around them.

Babs did not recognize the knot. It wasn't one she'd ever used backpacking. But when he finished and jerked it tight, she knew immediately what it was. A hangman's noose!

He slipped the open loop over her head and jerked the loop tight around her neck. "That knot slips one way real easy, and the other way real hard. You go jerking around, and you'll just make it tighter… until you can't breathe at all. And if you try to rim, I'll be holding the other end and you'll just break your damn fool neck. You understand?"

Bab's nodded. She couldn't make a squad. Her eyes fluttered and pumped up tears that flooded down her cheeks. Site could see him dearly now – his barrel chest, and hunched shoulders, his craggy face mostly hidden behind a full beard. And the fringed buckskin clothes he wore! He looked like a grotesque character that crawled out of her history book.

Silas put a huge moccasined foot on the free end of the rope to restrain her. Grinning, he wrenched a rock the size of a basketball loose from the beach and attached it to her pack with the shoulder straps. He stuffed the loose things into the bag, then hurled the whole thing into the lake.

"Now, let's go," he said, picking up the dangling end of the rope.

Babs stood numb with horror. She could hardly believe how easily he'd tossed away her pack and that big rock-like a pebble and a piece of cloth. They splashed far out and sank out of sight, leaving only ripples and bubbles behind.