Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

She lay there limply while Buck began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the softly clasping confines of her vagina. Once again she recalled last night and the image of Sammie's cock skewering into the other girl's hungrily devouring cunt, and she wondered if it had felt like this to the young prostitute. Then she thought back to her husband and the equally brutal ravishment he had subjected her to even earlier. It began to seem that everyone but she was succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh and venting their lust in any way they could. Peggy, her husband – all of them, were getting their "kicks", so to speak, and her only part in it was to be the victim.

Gradually, the pain eased and she began to feel an odd masochistic pleasure ripple through her lower torso and pulse through the lewdly stiffening nipples of her breasts. Only, this time she didn't fight it off. She began to move, tentatively at first, and then more forcefully as she discovered the unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure continued. She began to undulate her smoothly rounded buttocks lasciviously around in tiny accepting circles, rhythmically nibbling her cuntal opening like a small sucking mouth up the long thick shaft of his cock. Yes, she wanted to be fucked like this, she wanted to feel everything the others had done and more. It was no longer a matter of being manipulated for the sole enjoyment of another. Now she wanted to be fucked and she wanted to fuck back; words like screw and suck and cock drifted through her alcohol dazed mind, and she fluttered her hands back and locked them tightly behind his rapidly pumping buttocks.

"Oh God, Buck, fuck my cunt," she breathed suddenly back at him. "I like it, I like it, go on, go on and fuck it!"

Falling over her supine body, Buck gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes. His eyes flickered for a moment in surprise as Jane's eyes opened and closed in a lost gaze of hopeless lust. She spread her thighs wider and lifted her smoothly gyrating buttocks, hungrily following the movement of his grinding loins with every stroke. She moaned incoherently and wound her long shapely legs around his hips as he thrust his sperm-bloated cock deeper and deeper into her. The wetly glistening plane of her crotch was presented up to his hard driving pelvis as a bound maiden in sacrificial offering, and he plunged his burgeoning pole into it harder and harder, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in ripples and waves before its cruelly searching head. The greedy moist walls of her inner cunt clasped around the huge throbbing instrument hungrily, churning and sucking in wetly to devour its length to the hilt.

"Oh God, screw me, fuck it harder. Give it to meee," she begged, gasping heavily for breath beneath him.

She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of his zipper pressed tight in the splayed out flesh of her thighs as he strove deep inside her, the rough material of his pants digging harshly into the tops of her knees. The bushy springy pubic hair around the base of his cock brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her legs and she groaned at the feeling of his balls smacking lushly into the wetly upraised crevice of her buttocks. She was approaching orgasm and her body had become something animal, no longer human as she twisted and contorted spasmodically around under him, spreading her tensed legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, spurring him on like a wild stallion with the heels of her feet digging spur-like into his plunging hard-muscled buttocks.

There was nothing else that mattered now, nothing else but the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a fire out of control.

"Goddamit, my pants, help me out of my pants," he gasped frantically in her hair.

How it exactly happened she wasn't able to recall later. There was just the hurried rustle of their two pairs of hands tearing the pants from his still half-dressed body, then the feeling of naked flesh against completely naked flesh. She groaned in relief as once again the thick expanding cock ground its way back up into her waiting vagina, slowly worming up inside her to the hilt until their bellies smacked against each other, crotch grinding against crotch. The cords in her neck suddenly tightened and her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth open in abandoned ecstasy.

"I'm cumming, Buck… Oh God, I'm cumming!" she sobbed out in a voice helpless with passion. Her hands darted behind his violently driving buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into her widespread crotch. Her cum juice flowed down the crevice of his buttocks and flooded his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tightly puckered anus.

Above her, Buck groaned and she could feel the hot waves of his sperm shooting deep up into her warmly dilating womb, mixing with the juices still flowing hotly in unrestricted spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her lewdly bouncing ass. Her head whirled in sensuality as the hot powerful squirts surged wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with its surging whiteness. The hot fleshy walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking starving mouth. Then Jane's firm young body was drained of everything, her limbs collapsed loosely around Buck's sweat-soaked asscheeks as he relaxed limply over her spread-eagled form.

He lay on top of her for a long time, heaving deeply, and throbbing out the last of his sperm up inside her and then rolled onto his back in the grass beside her.

"I never had such a good fuck from a woman," he said softly after a moment, lifting himself onto one elbow and grinning down at her.

"Neither did I," Jane smiled back, wishing she could explain to him how true that was and how much he had changed her. Instead, she sat up laughing and reached for his shirt, tenderly wiping the sweat from his forehead. For a moment, both of their eyes caught on the knife gleaming uselessly in the grass several feet away, and they laughed. At some point he must have thrown it aside, she smiled to herself, but she couldn't even remember when…

"I'll show ya how to make it back to Calder real quick," Buck said as they walked out of the clearing and stood on the dirt road that circled from the woods beyond the shack.

They walked up the road until they had gotten to an open rise that gave a good view of the complex of buildings and the small valley below. There was the shack, the stone house and the second growth timber like a hedge behind. She could see the road ribboning out into clumps of hills, and she breathed deep, knowing she needed all her strength to make the long trek to town.

"I appreciate what you're doing," she said, smoothing her long long golden-blonde hair back from her face.

"Yeah, well just so's ya don't mention this here corn-likker business to no-one," he said, his grin turning to a serious frown. "Ain't no reason to do it anyway."

She smiled nervously and turned from him, facing down the road. Suddenly the sound of a car engine broke the silence. It had come from the direction of town, and she turned terror stricken as Buck spun about. He gripped her hand and pulled her off the road, and at the same moment a truck wheeled around the bend sending up a spiraling cloak of dust as it squealed to a halt in front of them.

"Go!" Buck screamed, slapping the girl on the back, and Jane lunged into the thick scraggly brush for the second time that afternoon. But it was useless. Silas leapt out of the truck and with a few long easy strides was upon her. She pulled down from him and rolled struggling on the ground to escape the idiot's long grappling hands that toyed with her like a sadistic child molesting a small helpless animal. One clenching hand finally got a grip on her face and she sunk her teeth into its callused flesh, drawing blood. Enraged, he threw his rail-like body on top of her, spraying out her legs and fisting his hands over her breasts. She bit into Silas' neck and attempted to knee him in the groin, and he thrust more brutally on top of her, ignoring the wound she had opened up beneath his face.