Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

There were two girls with him. Neither could have been more than fifteen or sixteen, and they flanked him on each side. One was dark, sullen-pretty with a plumpish, red-lipped face. She was also extraordinarily pregnant, her belly so swollen that I wondered if she might not be ready to give birth on the spot. She leaned her head to one side and stared at me curiously, but with a bland indifference in her eyes that reminded me of a snake's gaze. I didn't like her.

The other was a pale slim blonde, with long hair, very straight and parted in the middle. It dropped to her shoulders and the edges were unevenly trimmed, as if she'd cut her own hair without the aid of a mirror. She wore a cheap cotton print dress that had seen better days. The colors were faded, and the garment itself was too short, too tight to be quite stylish. The hem struck her at mid-thigh and revealed most of her long, slim legs. They were lovely legs, and I wondered why I should take any note of that fact, given my own situation.

She was young, and mature in some ways. Her body was prettily developed, and frankly displayed by the tight dress. I had a definite impression of round, high tits and a slender waist. But her face was childlike, sweet after a fashion, the pale flesh set off between the falls of silver-gold hair. Her mouth was tiny, her nose small and perfect, and her eyes a blue-gray.

"Oh," she said in a soft light voice, and her eyes fixed upon me where I lay. I stared back at them, and they were the saddest, most haunting eyes I had ever seen. For a moment I could forget my own problems, as I wondered what could have given this young girl such a gaze of heart-tugging sadness. My heart leaped out to her, across the six or seven feet of space separating us, and well, I can't explain it. Does anyone still hold a brief for love at first sight?

"Where'd you get her?" It was the pregnant girl who'd spoken. She had her hands on her hips, belly thrust towards me as she stared.

"We found her," Randy said, showing no embarrassment at being naked in front of his father and the two women, which gave me a degree of insight into the makeup of this family, if a family it really was. I wondered who might be the creator of that swelling abdomen.

"Yeah," Luke yawned, rearranging his cock and balls. He slapped me on the ass. "She's hotter'n a cheap automatic. We thought we'd bring her home as a present for you, Pa. All of us need a little recreation lately, with Patty growin' punkins in her belly."

"Well, I'll be Goddamned," the old man said, stepping closer.

He stared me up and down, and I was excruciatingly conscious of my nudity. But Pa had the kind of eyes that can make a woman feel naked, even when she's fully dressed.

"Who is she? She from around here? You could get your asses into a hell of a lot of trouble draggin' off women that belong to anybody."

"No, Pa, she's from Massachusetts. Just passin' through. Her car run over the hill, so we give her a lift."

"And about twenty inches," Luke interjected. "Go ahead and give her a try, Pa. She's got enough to handle all of us."

"Damn, boys, I don't know if I like it. Seems to me there's laws against this kind of stuff."

For the first time I spoke. "Of course there are! So why in the hell don't you tell your sons to give me my clothes and let me get out of here? I have been raped and assaulted and…"

"And you oughta feel that pussy of hers when it starts suckin' on the shaft of your dick," Randy interrupted, digging his big toe into my crotch.

Flushing, I doubled into a ball and tried to dislodge him.

"Oh, hell, Pa, we wouldn't have to hunt strange cunt if you'd let us take a crack at Emmylou. And Patty's too damn big-bellied to fuck. We gotta have something!"

Pa stepped back defensively, and he put his arms around the young blonde girl who had attracted me so much. She flushed when he touched her, but the old man held her tightly, in a parody of protection. One of his hands went low – I knew that he was holding her by the ass – while the other stretched across her tits, taking advantage of the position to cop some sneaky feels. He grinned lewdly.

"Now, boys, you know damn well I promised your mother on her deathbed that wouldn't nobody lay a finger on this little girl till she turned sixteen."

"Nobody fuckin' worried about me," Patty observed, rubbing her belly.

"That's different," Pa replied. "You was a daughter, an' this little girl ain't."

He squeezed one of her tits, and Emmylou shivered visibly. I stared at her face, and she stared at mine, and somehow we seemed to communicate with our eyes alone. My sympathy flowed out, and I could finally understand why she had such a wistful, sad cast to her blue-gray eyes.

"Well, come on, Pa," Randy offered. "Give her little ole pussy a try. She's still good and hot for it."

His toe burrowed into my cunt and I squirmed in discomfort. That unexpected orgasmic high was past, and once again I felt like an animal brought to the stud farm.

"This is pretty sudden, boys," Pa demurred. "I ain't even got my horn up."

Patty, the pregnant one, sighed, and eased onto her knees. She moved slowly, like an elephant doing tricks, and she reached for Pa's zipper. He slapped her fingers, turning to Emmylou, the sad-eyed girl I couldn't take my gaze from.

"You do it," he told her. "You get my cock hard."

She looked at me for a moment, and it was as if she were trying to speak to me with her eyes. They were full of sorrow, and I could share that sorrow. Then Emmylou knelt and I didn't know if I could bear to watch. She unzipped the old man's pants and reached inside with a trembling hand, drawing his cock into the light.

"Suck it for me now, Emmylou," he encouraged her. "Suck it real sweet and purty."

She stretched his prick in her hand, looking at it for a moment, and then she moved her face closer and I heard her smack a kiss onto the barrel. It didn't sound like an enthusiastic kiss to me, but perhaps I was only projecting myself into Emmylou. I don't know why – something about her appealed to me very much. She was only a child, but she made my body tingle.

"Suck it, girl," he repeated, and Emmylou opened her mouth.

It was a slightly bigger mouth than appeared from a distance, and she swallowed his cock, cheeks pulling in as it entered her. Pa grabbed the girl by the head and pulled her a little closer to him, swiveling his crotch as he fed his dick into her mouth.

"Oh, shit," Patty grumbled. "She don't know shit from apple butter about suckin' a dick."

"Bet you do," Luke grinned, tapping her shoulder.

Slowly Patty turned, her face brightening when she saw Luke's cock almost erected and within reach. She grabbed his tool with both hands and leaned in, her maternity blouse swaying, and she began to suck his cock.

"Me, too," Randy put in, and he stepped closer to the pregnant cock-sucker.

He rubbed her cheek with the tip of his prick, until it began to stiffen, and Patty reached up to grab it with her hand. She pulled and shucked Randy's cock while she sucked Luke's, and then she opened her mouth, shifting to the other brother for a bit of gobbling.

Patty had an enthusiastic technique. She ate prick with loud smacking noises, and her head moved like a dynamo on whichever cock happened to be in her mouth at the moment. She didn't appear to care, for she moved to Luke and back to Randy in quick, frenzied questing, her lips set in what appeared to be a permanent O of acceptance. Into that O those cocks thrust, and Patty sucked. It was too bad for her that she hadn't sucked the prick that filled her belly with sperm. Apparently it was too bad for me as well, because her unfuckable status had been the stated reason for my abduction.

Emmylou was sucking without much enthusiasm, and Pa's cock grew in her mouth.