Luke eased up a moment, turning around. I did, too, and saw Pa Tolliver on his knees between Emmylou's slim, pale legs, his cock dribbling a few final spurts of cum onto her heaving belly.
"You pulled my trigger," he told Patty. "Just touch her with the Goddamn thing and – bang! – off it goes."
"And she ain't even hardly broken in," Randy added, thrusting his prick into Patty's mouth. "Can't you get it up again, Pa? Give her a few inches of the bottled-in-bond?"
Pa shook his dwindling prick, then shook his head again. "Soft as butter," he said. "Well, at least we've all had a crack at her."
"Not all of us, Pa," Luke put in.
I felt sick. Were they going to ask me to couple with Emmylou for their amusement? I would not do it. The girl was too sweet, too precious. I would not make the most beautiful act of love known to me an object of their salacious entertainment. I started to tell Luke that when he spoke again.
"What about Ole Blue? He's one of the family, ain't he?"
"Oh, shit," Patty guffawed, momentarily taking her mouth off Randy's dick. "Not Ole Blue!"
They'd mentioned Ole Blue earlier, as a possible partner for me but I hadn't met that particular Tolliver yet. Who was he? Some retarded son who was kept locked in the attic, perhaps?
"Yeah, Pa," Randy agreed. "Go get Ole Blue. See if he needs a little piece o' tail."
That seemed very funny to him, for he laughed uproariously, re-fucking Patty's mouth as he roared out his amusement. His cock seemed even harder, too, and he ravaged the pregnant girl's mouth with it. She sucked valiently.
Pa thought for a moment, then grinned. He tucked his dick back into his shorts, rose from Emmylou, and moved towards the door. "He's prob'ly asleep," he mused. "Sleeps most all the time."
"He won't be sleepin' when he gets a look at that nookie," Luke said lustfully. "Least, I wouldn't be!"
And for another moment at least, he'd apparently forgotten about his wish to fuck my asshole. Perhaps I should be thankful for small blessings.
That's what I thought, until the moment Pa Tolliver re-entered the barn, dragging behind him a flop-eared, red-fuzzed hound.
"Come on, Blue," he told the sleepy dog.
"Oh, my God!" I shrieked, and the dog's ears perked at the shrill sound.
Ole Blue was a dog! They meant to let that beast fuck Emmylou!
Luke had released me by then, and he sat staring with anticipation. "Seen it in Nam," he told the room in general. "At a whorehouse. This woman came out on stage, an' she had a dog with her, not as big as Blue, but that ole dog had the longest cock I ever seen on an animal. Musta been eight, nine inches, red as a fireman's pants. She laid herself out with her pussy toward us, and that ole dog – shit! He musta been trained! Just hopped up on the couch with her, and she reached down and grabbed his peter and stuck it up her twat, and they fucked like man and woman."
"Damn dog," he went on, "nibbled at her shoulders while he screwed her, an' she just ate that up. Course, she was a gook, an' they don't feel pain, not the way we do. He bit her on the titties, too, chewin' away on them black specks, and all the time he's a-pumpin' peter up her snatch, just like a man. Damn, she even sucked on his tool, made him squirt his cum all over her face, and then she licked the stuff up. Man," and he slapped my knee, "that was worth the money it cost to see. 'Course, you'd a-died laughin', see them midgets go at it."
I wasn't listening. My blood was ice water and my body was numb. Pa and Randy were dragging the dog into position between Emmylou's legs, and Randy reached under Blue's red belly to tickle the hairy sac containing the animal's cock. A snaky pole jerked into sight, then retracted. Randy tickled again, and the cock thrust forth once more. It was a red cock, I noticed, long and slim.
"Get his ass down," Pa commanded.
"I'm tryin', damn it," Randy countered. "He wouldn't be so stubborn if he knew how sweet it was. Why, hell, he's only the third cock that's gonna get into Emmylou. She's almost a cherry. He oughta be more excited!"
"He ain't stubborn, he's just lazy as hell," Patty interjected. "Oh, hurry up! I wanna see this!"
Her nightgown still lay in a pile at her waist, baring her swollen tits and the upper curve of her bloated belly. She had a hand under the hem of the nightie and I could see the jerking fingers as she diddled her pussy.
At almost the same moment Blue's cock touched Emmylou's flesh, the girl seemed to awake from her stupor. She opened her eyes and looked at the expressionless hound's face. Emmylou blinked once or twice, apparently trying to interpret what she saw, and then she shuddered. I could see that shudder with crystal clarity, even from ten or fifteen feet away.
"Oh, my Lord, what are you doin' to me?" she whispered.
"Fuck her, Blue," Pa Tolliver told the dog, lifting one of the floppy ears and shouting his command. "Stick your dick in her and fuck her. She's all yours, this turn."
"Go ahead, Blue," Patty suggested. "Everybody else's had their chance…"
"Lookit this," Luke said, nudging my almost senseless body. "When he sticks that thing in her and starts goin' whooshety-whoosh, whickey whack – Goddog!"
I heard a voice screaming loud enough to break every eardrum within miles, and I was only a little astonished to find that it was my voice. Everyone looked in my direction. Luke cuffed me, but I kept screaming. Patty covered her ears.
"Make her stop it! Make her stop it!"
I kept screaming.
I had endured all the rest of it, I had watched Emmylou being raped and degraded by the Tolliver men, but I couldn't sit here and watch her be fucked by an animal.
I stood up. If it meant my death, then I would die. But I would take at least one or two of the Tollivers with me. I started forward, forgetting that Luke had pulled my pants down to fuck me. I stumbled, fell. My chin hit the floor, hard, and everything went dark.
It must have been a little after dawn when I came to. Except for me, the barn was empty. I lay on my pile of straw, half-clad in my jeans and shoes, and someone had thrown the blanket across my chest. I was tied again, but whoever tied me had evidently been in a hurry. I slipped the knots that bound one hand, then started in on the other. I'd try again, and the only way they could stop me this time was to kill me.
Oh, God, had I seen all that I thought I'd seen last night? Emmylou raped by all the Tolliver men? Had they truly, really, led in that red hound and steered him into position to fuck a helpless young child? My hair smelled of stale piss. At least I knew that had happened. Someone had pissed on me. And odds were, all the rest was true as well. They'd pay for this. All of them!
The barn door bell clanged, but it was an aborted clang. I raised my head and looked towards the door, ready for anything. It opened, and I drew back a fist defensively. Come on, knot! Loosen up, you son of a bitch! I need both hands!
"Emmylou!" I cried.
She hurried to me, wearing only a bathrobe. It slipped open now and then, and I could see into it, where vicious red marks marred her creamy flesh. Her face was swollen from bruises and her eyes were red from crying, but she smiled bravely.
"Are you all right?" I demanded. "Are you?"
"I'm still in one piece, more or less," she sighed. "Oh, Lord, how are you? I saw you fall over and hit your head, and they just drug you over and tied you up again, and then they took me into the house. Oh, God!"
"What happened? No, don't tell me. I'd rather not know. The men… the dog…"
"Ole Blue didn't hurt me," she assured me. "He ain't like them. They tried to make him be nasty with me, but he just wouldn't, and finally Pa hauled him outside."
"Do they know you've come out here? Are they all asleep? Oh, God, Emmylou, if I can get this one fucking knot undone, I'm going to fight them. I'd rather be dead than endure another day of this."
"Listen," she said excitdly. "Last night, over in the house. It got out of hand. Really out of hand, you know? Everybody drinkin' and carousin', and Luke put his thing up my – up my…"