"Yeah, this is nice, real nice."
With each word, he cut a little more of the elastic band, slicing it until the briefs hung in shreds from her thighs. He poked the tip of his blade through the pink nylon material, tearing it down from her thighs and throwing it away.
She lay there naked, helpless under this maniac whose eyes bugged out, reminding her of a lizard's. He looked at his knife, then brought the blade down right against her cuntal mound.
Rhonda couldn't hold back the scream any longer. Throwing back her head, she screamed as loudly as she could, her fists thumping against the floor while her legs shivered back and forth against the carpeting. Gus watched her as if he would eat her alive, finally throwing the knife to one side and flinging himself onto her. His mouth sucked hers. It was filthy, horrid, exciting! The man who had humiliated and hurt her this way was going to fuck her… and in front of these men!
"Dig into her, man, dick her!" the fat redhead called out.
Rhonda could feel Gus fumbling between their bodies. In a moment something very hot and stiff was poking against her cunt, shoving in while he knocked her legs out and up into the air. He was mounting her, still wriggling his tongue deep in her mouth while his hands gripped her thighs and tugged them savagely apart. He fucked like a wild man, his hips banging against hers so hard she scooted on the carpeting, her spine reddening from the friction. Rhonda fought back, beating his back with her fists while her cuntal muscles gripped his long skinny prick.
"Uh, man… fuck!"
Rhonda suddenly felt his jizz scalding her cuntal walls while her pussy muscles went into spasms. Her eyes rolled back, and Rhonda could hardly hear anything except the big man's harsh panting and a string of obscenities that excited her more and more. How she loved his filthy mouth as he fucked her, churning his prick around in the musky heat of her cunt while his balls finished dumping the last of his cum-load.
"Awwwwh, fuck, man! She's too much! You know she wants more, too," Gus said, shaking the sweat from his forehead and looking down at her.
"I don't think we have to worry. She's gonna be givin' us a whole lot before we're through here," Jack said, looking down at the trembling woman.
Rhonda thought of her daughter now, and she wondered just what it was that had made Cori sound so terrified.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cori had prayed that her mother would come here soon. Perhaps Rhonda would be able to see through what was going on and free her. But Rhonda had been evasive, saying she would come up the following afternoon, and there was little Cori could do to get her mother here. Uncle Jim, though anxious to see Rhonda for his own reasons, didn't really mind having another day to torment Cori. After the awful hosing down, Cori had lain in the mud while Uncle Jim strode down the hill and fetched his half-conscious daughter. He carried Cindy back to the house like a sack of potatoes, leaving her draped over the steps of the front porch.
"You, come here. You stay there."
Cori slipped from the muddy lake, sobbing, trying to clean herself off as best she could. Uncle Jim turned around several times and laughed at her plight, leading her around to the side of the house, where he bent over a low mound in the yard and pulled open a set of horizontal double doors. It was a fruit cellar. He nodded toward the stone steps below.
Cori was in no mood to argue. Exhausted, humiliated, all the girl wanted to do was get away from her horrid uncle. Quickly, she rushed by him and nearly ran down the cold steep steps, feeling her naked asscheeks jiggling against one another. She wanted to ask him for a blanket, anything to stay warm. But he would only hit her again, she thought.
Once in the fruit cellar, she huddled in a cold corner against the shelves of fruit jars, feeling her heart sink as the dampness in the air made her bones ache. She thought about what she had endured, about the water stream that had made her climax right in front of her uncle's eyes. He had beaten Cindy, then worked on her.
The young teenager drew into a fetal position, resting her chin on her knees while hugging her ankles tightly with both hands. At times, Cori thought she could hear the skittering of tiny claws across the floor. The thought that there were rats in the cellar here made her flesh crawl. Cori pulled her feet in harder under her ass, shivering, wondering how long Uncle Jim would keep her here.
What seemed like hours passed without a word from Cindy or her father. Cori relaxed, her thoughts drifting from this awful farm where she was imprisoned. The young blonde thought of her home, of the comfortable bed she would be resting in now, the coverlet drawn up tightly against her chin while through the half-opened door she could hear her mother busy in the kitchen. Dozing, the girl thought about warmth, about the soft, fuzzy feel of the blanket tickling her chin.
And then suddenly the dream was shattered. The crashing sound cut through her reverie, startling Cori awake. Uncle Jim was coming down the stone steps. He was worse than rats, she thought grimly, pressing her spine against the wall behind her. "No… don't…"
She was trembling, her head shivering as she curled her toes against the cold floor. Jim stood there, pushing his fingers through his hair, swaying unsteadily on his feet. Cori knew he'd been drinking. Maybe she could catch him off guard, she thought to herself with a grim smile. Drunks were usually sloppy in their moves.
"Up!" he demanded.
When she hesitated for a second, Jim roared, jerking one hand down and curling his fingers in her long hair. Cori clawed her fingers up against his wrists, digging the nails into his flesh as he tore more strands from her scalp. With a scream, Cori unfolded her legs and twisted herself into a standing position. He laughed at her cries and whimpers, dragging the teenager to the steps and pushing her forward. Cori stumbled, stubbing her toes against the stone steps while her hair splashed across her face. Regaining her balance, she swept the hair from her eyes and crawled up, her tits dangling down and slapping against one another. Uncle Jim was right behind her, pinching her ass and laughing again as she squealed like a stuck pig.
When she crawled out into the yard, Cori looked back over her shoulder, spotting Uncle Jim climbing up the final step. Flight! She could race away from him, rush into the woods and hide out there until morning. Then, perhaps, she could head off her mother before Rhonda drove into the farm compound. Cori didn't care what her mother would think at that point. She just wanted to get out of here, to escape from this madness.
"Don't even think it," Uncle Jim said, noticing her second of hesitation.
Cori's heart sank as she felt his callused fingers gripping her wrist. He led her around to the back of the house again. There it was, that muddy lake she'd been wallowing in only hours before. Cori shrank from the mess, feeling her flesh crawl.
Uncle Jim led her into the kitchen, then down another set of steps to the basement beneath the house. Cori wanted to ask him about Cindy. She cocked her head to one side, hoping she would catch some sign of her cousin's presence. But there was nothing.
In the big basement, Uncle Jim reached up and switched on a bare overhead light. Cori blinked her eyes, shading them while backing away from her uncle. He had a knife in his right hand. Cori cringed, her mouth opening as he came toward her.
"Over there… on the crate."
Uncle Jim bent over, never taking his eyes from the trembling teenager as he turned over a battered wooden crate, then kicked it over in her direction. Cori shook her head, backing away into the darkness while crossing her arms over her naked tits. The knife. Her nakedness. The crate. She was terrified what the combination would do to her.