Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

His throat lumped in a choking knot as he watched the three men fucking into his wife with an ever growing forcefulness, their crotches grinding and slapping noisily against her insanely straining body until he feared they would split her in two. He could see the ragged pink edges of her cunt drawing back with Silas' cock on the outstroke and disappear back inside when he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The same was true with the tightly clasping opening of her wide-stretched rectum as Buck skewered into it with devilish fury. But instead of fainting from the shock and pain, she was panting for more, her hands fluttering greedily over the three male bodies surrounding her as though she wanted to devour every inch of them. The lump in Bob's throat broke into a tormented groan that came from the deepest recesses of his tortured soul; this humiliation was too great for any one man to stand!

"Aaaaaarg!" Josh clenched, and his head tossed and fell back into the air.

Bob sickened and his face turned blue with rage as the enormous red-haired man thrust his loins hard up against Jane's face, and Josh and Buck tensed from the tips of their toes to their heaving shoulders, their straining lips bared back from their teeth in a picture of ecstasy that could only mean one thing.

"Aaaaaaaaah! Cummmmmmming! I'm cummmmming," Jane's screech sputtered out around Josh's pile-driving cock, her body jolting and wrenching as though she were being filled with countless kilowatts of energy.

Yes, they were shooting their hot milky sperm into every orifice of her helplessly receiving young body, squirting it all the way deep down into her belly three ways and filling her every pore. This grotesque nightmare was really true! The realization hit Bob like a hot pike in the groin as he watched the three men arch back their heads in unison and groan, thrusting the fully expanded lengths of their jerking cocks into each of his wife's tender orifices, their bodies flinching and their hands pulling at her lushly swaying breasts like the mitts of monstrous lust-crazed animals. They cursed and sputtered, uttering strange inhuman sounds that mixed wildly with unintelligible country obscenities hurled violently at Bob's vanquished bride wildly tossing on the bed between them.

Jane felt the delicious hot waves of white liquid pouring into her like a great tidal eruption. It ran out of her hungrily sucking mouth and swilled through the tingling crevice between her legs, from the top of her buttocks to the tip of her clitoris, mixing with her own cum juice that flowed wetly around Silas' deep imbedded prick. The hot walls of her vagina continued to clasp and unclasp, milking at the pouring organ like a sucking starving mouth. Her firm young body was drained of everything and her limbs collapsed loosely on the bed beneath the three men, her spread-eagle form panting deeply in total satiation.

"Keep suckin', bitch, don't stop suckin'," she dimly heard Josh say and she went on wildly nibbling until his limp useless cock slipped noisily out of her mouth and he threw his arm out to the side in exhaustion, smiling arrogantly at her husband and then pushing her sperm-covered young body away from him in one last humiliating insult.

Bob closed his eyes as Josh pulled up his pants and swayed across the room.

"Get up now, boys," he suddenly heard hissed from the other end of the room. The shattered young husband turned and his eyes opened wide in terror. Josh was standing there with a shot gun poised at his shoulder and aimed at them.

"What the hell ya doin'?" Buck gasped, scrambling up from the bed with Silas following quickly behind him. Jane's eyes shot open and she bolted upright on the mattress, pulling the tattered dress to her chest as though it would protect her against the gun.

"Pull that dress on, lady," Josh hissed, and waved the gun so threateningly at Jane that her arms began trembling and she gave the torn dress yet another rip as she pulled it over her head.

"What's goin' on," Buck repeated in a frantic voice, his eyes fixed in fear on Josh's poised frame while he stumbled for his pants.

"I'm finishing this thing off," Josh said in an even voice. "And I don't want no evidence of nothin' out of the ordinary if they find the bodies. Pull on them bikini panties you been flauntin' around, gal."

Silas stood behind Jane as she pulled the bikini panties up her shaking legs. He reached down for the crumbled brassiere of her swim suit and Josh snatched it out of his hands and stuffed it into his pocket with a malicious gleam in his eye as though he meant to save it for a souvenir. "I done decided I ain't takin' no chances. Now, if Mr. and Mrs. will just step to the door, I think we'll take a little walk to the woods."

"Josh, you don't know what you're doin'," Buck pleaded, but kept his distance from the man. He reached for the almost empty bottle on the table and took a long swig. "You're goin' to get us into big trouble that'll stand up far more serious than them catchin' us moonshinin!"

"You with me or you achin' for a bullet in your fool brain," Josh shouted in an angry voice that made it clear he had reached the edge of his patience. "Now cut them ropes on the chair."

There was a sudden scuffling noise and then a grunt from Josh as Bob Brighton leapt out from the chair, the ropes still binding his ankles dragging the chair behind him as he flung himself at Josh's waist. Then there was a loud clap as the gun went off, and Jane cringed down on the bed not knowing whom, or if even she had been shot. The flurry of bodies dissolved as Silas fell onto the floor, tears streaming from his eyes like a child's as he gaped at the blood running from his ankle. Josh still had the gun and without looking once at Silas' shot leg, he waved Buck aside and Bob to the wall.

"Watch out, city slicker," he hissed in hate. "You don't know about guns and I do. I'm gonna do your wife up real painless and quick. But afterwards I'm gonna riddle you slow-like, in payment for the hurt you caused Silas here."

Jane looked without sympathy at Silas gaping and crying over his bullet-ridden leg as he rocked on the floor. She was too frightened to feel anything at all. Josh motioned her up from the bed. She stood, her mouth bone dry and her limbs too stiffened to even quake. Instead, it was Buck who trembled. She watched rigidly, as though the blood that she knew was going to pour from her had already been drained, while Buck's shaking fingers undid the rope at Bob's ankles. Her eyes moved upward to her husband's head. One last deeply searching look registered on his face and then they were moving together toward the door, the dull thought flickering crazily through her mind that Bob had really looked at her fully for the first time; and she had no idea, never would have any idea what he had wanted to say, but somehow there was the feeling that they were thinking together again and that was enough.

"Do it quick. Get it over quick, Josh," Buck pleaded behind him.

The next thing Jane knew they had stepped out onto the porch. Dawn was breaking and the muddy yard was swept with a rosy glow as the sun rose behind the forest. But the peaceful scene was broken by another loud clap like thunder and Jane, steeling herself for a long walk toward death, through rain, instead looked to the side to see Josh's mouth gape open in shock before he pitched forward dead on the floor of the porch with a dull thud that shook the flimsy shack. More gunshots broke out, sounding at their heels and then far behind them at the shack, as she and her husband dashed frantically into the forest. She caught a last glimpse of Buck at the door of the shack, pulling the rifle from Josh's dead grasp, then he crawled back behind the half-opened door. The volley began to come from Buck in the cabin shooting up to the hills behind the still. The crossfire had begun and one last thought of the man buried in the woods and the interminable feuds Buck had mentioned crossed through her mind. These must be the relatives of the man Josh had killed. Then she and Bob were running down a thickly wooded ravine along the road, leaving Buck behind to fight it out with the feuding mountain men in his own way.