Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

Feebly, without a flicker of protest remaining, Jane drank, warming as the will-destroying moonshine shot into her stomach and coursed into her veins. Yes, she would do anything now to erase the picture of her struggling husband bound like a condemned galley slave before her. So much had happened in the past several days that her tortured mind was incapable of facing Bob at this moment. She knew what the men had planned to do to her even before Bob had arrived, and with her husband here his presence would only add a new lewd element to their brutal and obscene humiliation of her body. So she drank again, feeling weaker yet less pained with every sip.

"Just like a baby at a mother's tit," Josh smirked coarsely as he withdrew the bottle from Jane's hands and faced Bob again. "Now are ya gonna tell us how ya got here and how many state police is out in these hills?"

Jane frowned across at Bob, and made a gesture for him not to speak. Seeing her attempt, Josh spun around and struck her across the face with the flat of his hand.

"Don't pay no attention to her," he growled from the bed. "She don't know what's good for her like you do."

The mustached man turned and rested his weight on the cot next to Jane. His long thick fingers splayed out across the soiled bedspread then began slowly inching over the cloth towards Jane's naked and defenseless torso. She thrust back against the wall, her eyes terror-stricken and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She moved her barely covered legs closer to the wall, and his other hand followed, resting with a disarming gentleness on her knee, then traced a slow path up the tanned softly downed fullness of her parted thighs.

"Ya see, I ain't gonna hurt ya," Josh said salaciously and turned his head toward the husband. "Sooner or later ya know it's gonna feel real good."

A low uncontrolled whimper was born in her throat and emitted from her softly moistening lips. "P-p-please," she managed, and leaned her head back until her long silkily blonde hair spilled down the sides of the bed. "D-don't touch me, please…" and then her voice trailed off into soft incoherent mutterings as Josh's other hand lighted on the underside of her smoothly tilting breast.

"Get your hands off, off her!" Bob gritted, and whirled the chair around, hurling himself finally to the floor.

Buck stepped up from behind and lifted the chair upright, refastening the ropes around his arms and chest. Bob pulled again, but found the ropes more restricting than before, and he slumped back, a look of complete powerlessness paling his face.

Josh's hand had reached the hem of Jane's pulled up dress, and with a hard tug he ripped the tattered covering from her hips and threw it savagely to the floor. "I wantcha t'look at that," he hissed, and stared down at her white curving body catching the flickering orange and grey shadows from the fireplace.

A low gasp drifted through the room as the four men gazed down at the lush supine beauty of Jane who wore nothing but a pair of white bikini panties tightly clothing the smooth vee of her groin. Jane struggled to cover herself with the bedspread, but was met with another harsh slap from Josh as he yanked the soiled cloth from her hands.

"Don't think you're going to get by with this," her husband hissed out angrily through clenched teeth. "Don't think I'm not going to charge you and see that you're prosecuted to the full extent of the law."

Josh chuckled evilly, once again placing his hand on Jane's thigh. He pulled the smoothly firm flesh between his thumb and forefingers, pulling and pinching at her leisurely. "Boy, who do you think you're talking to now?"

"An ignorant drunken hillbilly," Bob snorted, rearing back his head.

"It's you that's ignorant, boy," Josh said, suddenly furious, and stood up. He reached for his wallet and flashed it open in front of Bob's face. "I'm deputy sheriff."

A look of agonized disbelief swept across Bob's face as he watched the mountain man step back and sit down confidently next to Jane. "Maybe…" he began, his eyes twitching painfully at the sight of the huge red hands pawing at his wife's softly trembling thighs. "Maybe you got some friends in this backwoods hole, but I'm going to the state level. The federal level. I wouldn't be surprised what else might be going on out here."

A look of tension flicked through Josh's eyes but was swept away in a moment. "No, boy, I done thought it all out. There ain't nothin' you can do that'll ever make you more than a Goddam nuisance and inconvenience. And if you get to be too much of a bother… Well, lots of people get lost in these hills…" his voice drifted off on a threatening tone.

"You ought to be quiet," Buck cut in suddenly and looked at Bob. "You got to think of your wife."

Bob's eyes flashed to the younger man standing by his chair. There had been a pleading note of genuine concern in his voice that had caught Bob by surprise and for the first time he was truly frightened as he caught a dread of serious violence in the man's voice. His whole being reeled with the humiliation of watching helplessly while his wife's nakedly lovely body was gaped at and fondled obscenely by strange men. It was almost too much for a man to bear. Had he ever been such a stupid, thoughtless husband that he deserved this? The young man was handsome, he noted, and his mind burned with new suspicions. Why should the young man care? What had already been forced on his wife?

He knew that his brutality in taking her by the lake had driven her off into the woods, and he suspected the emotional turmoil his actions had thrown her into had caused her to lose her path back to their resort lodge. And so, after alerting the police to send out a search party, he had hired a car and struck out by himself, too full of guilt to simply sit in the hotel room and worry. But now he wondered whether his presence at the shack would have any positive effect on the situation. With him barging in on them in the middle of the night, the lot of country-bumpkins might just be pushed to do things they hadn't considered earlier. His mind wandered over this thought for a moment, but suddenly his attention riveted back to the bed as Josh's hand inched slowly up the creamy whiteness of Jane's thigh.

Suddenly Josh hefted his full weight onto the head of the bed to the side of Jane's face. He looked back toward Bob for a moment, assuring himself that the husband was paying full attention, then he grasped the top of Jane's head and began massaging his fingers through her long cascading blonde hair. She gave a jolt, smacking her arm back against his face, and Josh warded off the blow as though flecking away a fly. He beckoned to Silas who had been sitting silently in a corner since Jane's husband's appearance, and the tall lanky man strode to the base of the bed and thrust his arms around her feet. She struggled for a moment, the sight of Silas' long idiot-like face drooling upward at her warmly trembling thighs sending her into raw spasms of repulsion, but his hands held vice-like around her delicately curving ankles.

"Ya was talkin' about bein' hungry," Josh breathed heavily and slid his fingers down to the front of his pants. "Well, I got some good country cock that's right tastey 'n I think ya might like suckin' the milk out of it. That'll make ya snooty little belly nice and full!"

Jane turned her head, pressing her face into the filthy bedspread, and at the same time Silas dug his cat-like fingernails into her leg, sending a groaning protest up through her lungs. She turned her face back to Josh's crotch and closed her eyes.

"That's a good girl," Josh soothed, running one long fat finger against the red fringes of his mustache. "Ol' Josh here, he ain't gonna hurt ya none."

Bob thrashed in his chair, attempting without success to reach out toward Josh and smash his head into a thousand bloody pieces. What he watched now was almost beyond human comprehension. The tall thin man bent below Jane's struggling thighs, clenching her buffeting legs in his hands, while Josh rubbed the hardness of his long thick member through the rough material of his pants against Jane's head. Her face was expressionless, muted and numb with fear and guarded anticipation of what the fierce-looking creature would obviously do next.