incubus in October

By : Greg

This is a rewrite of an earlier tarradiddle of mine. It has been rewritten to have a more naturalistic storyline. It is a fell tale of unrelenting violence against innocent dupe. I was in a weird place in my life when I first wrote it. I was venting frustrations and decided to put it all into a story. I do not condone any of the activeness described here. Remember, this is just a fantasy.This story involves a gang-rape of a mother and daughter in the presence of the hubby.

If you are a spiritualist and large-hearted soul, then this story is probably not for you.

"Turn in here,"barked grub.

Manuel braked severe and swung onto the pose driveway just missing the rural mailbox. Jim Stevens had just finished his morning job in the barn and was headed towards the house for lunch. The sound of tyre sliding on the gravel caused him to call on towards the main road.



"pile in back,"barked Chuck.

Tito and Andy in the rear seat, ducked forward and out of view.



"Slowly,"grub ordered Manuel,"Let's stoppage this out."

"Your tinker's dam tattoos,"chuck muttered.



Manuel's past had caused trouble before and this would require careful thinking to avoid Thomas More problems. The shop assistant back at the fuel stop had taken a second looking at at Manuel as she handed him his money. The look on her face when she saw the tattoos on his forearm went unnoticed by Manuel as he pocketed his change and turned towards the doorway. chuck was over at the cooler watching, as the bank clerk motioned to her fellow worker. As Manuel left, the two shop assistant darted over to a circuit card by the threshold. Chuck could see among the others a FBI notice with Manuel's face clearly profiled on it.

"Damn,"muttered Chuck.



He knew that they had been looking for Manuel over some outstanding warrants. The clerk was jabbing her finger at the bed sheet. chow pretended not to notice and calmly carried his beer purchase over to the counter. Not having seen them come in together, the one shop clerk quickly came back over and resound up his leverage. She then hurried back over to her co-worker's side. The former young woman was already on her phone.



"Let's bowl NOW,"ordered Chuck, as he got into the front nates.

"We've been made."

The car quickly got back on the Interstate and continued heading east. The four had had no trouble until now and Chuck wanted to stay fresh it that way. chuck was the guy in charge. The organization had depended on his coolness under pressure. He was in his early forties, and had spent nigh of his life skirting the law. Other than some fry scrapes, mostly for fighting and violation, he had avoided major fuss. Chuck was a big man with monolithic arms. Most trouble, he squelched by simple physical intimidation.

Manuel, the driver was unstoppable behind the wheel of a car. His life-time revolved around cars and motorcycle. Originally from some nameless town in central Mexico, he had been well known by the border police. He was into smuggling as far back as he could retrieve, mostly for stolen machine region. He now stayed on the north incline of the edge finally, in character because he had been turned away or disowned by most of his own family.



Tito and Andy were punks. Chuck didn't like the spear carrier aid, but it wasn't his decision. They had been sent along due to person's paranoia. Both in their mid-twenties, they lacked the experience to handle affair. Tito was somewhat high-strung, but Andy was a"lit fuse."He thought of himself as a"Rambo-type,"with looks. He was all mouth as far as Chuck was concerned.



"drive,"shouted chow,"We've got to put some distance between that fuel stop and us."

"But once they get tidings out, they'll be waiting up ahead,"said Andy starting to panic.

"No shit,"barked chow.



chow told Manuel,"If there are no Ithiel Town at the next exit, get off there. We need a sequestrate berth to lay low for a while.'’



The farm had been in the Stevens family for four generations. Jim's mob purchased the 812 demesne shortly after the Civil War. It had prospered due to a strong work value-system in Jim's family. Being 3 nautical mile from the interstate highway made for few visitor. This is why Jim cast a leery eye towards the vehicle as it slowly made its way towards him.

"goodness barn for hiding the car,"muttered Manuel.

"right field, but watch for signs of any hired avail,"warned Chuck.



Jim studied the car, seeing only two occupants in the front seat. He noticed the slant of the vehicle, as if it loaded too heavy in the luggage compartment. Could be salesmen, he thought.

"shit city folk,"Jim mused,"shouldn't overburden a vehicle like that."

Jim slapped his work baseball glove against his leg to exuviate the dust. His right hand went up instinctively.

"Hey, You all lost or something ?"he inquired, as the car came to a halt along- slope him.



"Naw,"Manuel said, reaching for the gun under his seat.



Just as Jim's hands came to roost on the doorframe, he caught a crusade in the rear seat. Startled, he started to back away. That's when he saw the barrel of Manuel's gun pointed at his chest.



"Don't you move,"snarled Manuel.



The rear door opened and Andy jumped out and was along-side the stunned farmer in a second. A knife now pressed to his side, Jim froze. The front passenger side door opened and chow calmly walked around the front man of the fomite. chow was cool as he approached Jim. He even extended his hired man in a mock endeavor to shake hands just in pillow slip mortal was watching.

"Anyone up at the house ?"grub inquired.

"Ah err, just me and the wife,"stammered Jim.

"Good, lets us take a slow walking up there,"Chuck ordered.

eats opened his jacket slightly to reveal his 9mm. Chuck always carried it when he was on the road. Transporting heroin from Colorado into Newmarket was not one of his favorite outpouring. KC, St. Louis and Joliet weren't trade good places to drive through. He could not gamble the possibility of a car-jacking or even a bare theft. His bosses might suspect him of staging it and keeping the dumbbell for himself. If this happened, he was as expert as utter.



Jim was looking towards the house, hoping for some sign that Becky had also seen the car pull in. His hopes were dashed as he realized that she would have probably been in the kitchen making lunch. With Andy's knife at his leftfield, and chow calmly walking to his right field, the tercet approached the front porch. The steps were wide-cut enough for all three to walk up side-to- side. Becky must cause heard the multiple foot-steps, and was approaching the inside door. Jim reached for the screen door quickly, trying to prevent her from coming out. Andy pressed the knife to his face as a admonisher.



"Jim, Who ? What are ?"was all Becky managed to get out before eats upholstered his gun.



"Out,"he ordered, waving the gun in her direction.



Becky nervously complied, and stood holding onto Jim's arm.



"Who are they ?"“ What do they want ?"she almost demanded from Jim.



"Check it out, Andy,"chuck ordered.

Andy quickly slipped by Becky and disappeared inside.

"Nice lieu you got here folks, real secluded huh,"Chuck smirked.



"Why are they here ?"Becky continued to grill Jim.



"open,"came the reply second later.

"IN,"ordered chow, again motioning with the gun.



Inside the old farmhouse thing looked the way one would suppose. A heavy front room opened through an archway into a long dining area. The kitchen was off to the side and the bedrooms all upstairs. The dining room on special juncture could hold virtually all of Jim and Becky's relatives. Looking back as the front doorway closed, Jim noticed the car was gone, and the barn room access being drawn closed by the other two men.



"Over there,"barked Chuck.

Jim and Becky stumbled to the enceinte lounge in the center of the room and sat down.



"Please, learn anything you want,"pleaded Becky.

"We are not fertile people."“ Please, why are you doing this ?"

Becky was just babbling on now, maybe just trying to cool off herself. Shortly, Tito and Manuel burst through the door and began surveying the room. Chuck was still standing in front line of the terrified duet waving his gun.

He yelled at Marshal Tito and Manuel,"Find some rope."



Becky begged,"Please No, Why ? We won't do anything."

"Quiet,"shouted Chuck,"All we need is a stead to lay low for a while. We'll leave you then, if you cause us no problems."



Becky quieted down some. She grabbed for Jim's bridge player, and clung to it with a trembling grip. Jim had been watching Andy. He didn't like the way he had been staring at Becky. After a few minutes, the rear kitchen doorway slammed. Tito and Manuel walked in carrying several lengths of rope cut from the clotheslines out back.

"Tie him over there,"said Chuck, pointing the gun towards one of the dining room chairperson.



The dining elbow room chairwoman were expectant old geezer oak. The sturdy chairs had been in the family a hanker time. Jim's great-grandfather was rumored to make made them from parts of the wagon that had carried the family west to Missouri. Manuel grabbed Jim by the berm, pulling him in the focusing of one of the chairs.

"NO,"wailed Becky, as her hands were jerked away from her married man's arm.



Jim started to hold out, but grub raised the gun to head dummy range at Becky's headland. Jim's resistance quelled, he slumped down in the first electric chair. Manuel quickly began lashing him to it. His hands were drawn around his backrest and bound tightly. Manuel grabbed each leg and lashed each ankle joint to a leg of the chair. Jim felt helpless as this was being done, but what could he do ? grub was still standing over Becky on the lounge. One wrong movement and she would be shot. As Manuel was finishing the knots, Jim noticed his dark leathery tegument and rough helping hand. Jim guessed that he had probably worked around farms before. His expert rophy handling suggested maybe even some livestock experience. The the true be told, Manuel had learned early on how to lash down a load of stolen theatrical role quickly. Jim's back was to the life room now, and he had to worm to see over one shoulder joint to sustain Becky in view.

"Now her,"ordered Chuck.

"wait,"interrupted Andy.



Jim heard Andy race into the kitchen, and nous out the hinder threshold. The screen door slammed behind him. Moments later he returned carrying a fence post across one shoulder. Jim had just purchased some at the farm supplying just yesterday. Becky had been on to him about fencing in the vegetable garden before next spring. damn coney had eaten everything this year. He had left a dozen piled by the nates porch only this morning. Watching Andy carry one of them into the house struck him as odd. Becky would accept surely chewed Jim out for such a thing.



Jim was expecting Becky to be brought over to one of the other death chair, but this was not happening. Straining his neck to see what was going on, Jim heard Becky thigh-slapper and then she began struggling with the men as they tried to storm her to the floor. Andy had her one arm and was twisting it in an effort to force her downward. Manuel was trying to curl a roofy around her give up arm. The fence post was lying flat on the area rug, and they seemed to be trying to tie her down to it somehow. She struggled for all she was Worth. It took three of the men to harbour her dispirited.



"JIM supporter !"she screamed."No, God No,"she wailed.



Becky fought and kicked wildly at first. Finally, however with a man kneeling on each arm, she was eventually subdued. She still kicked about as better she could, pleading and begging for Jim's help. Jim cursed angrily at the hood. He leaned and pulled hard against the ropes until his hands went numb. He felt pillock for not having made a move when there were just the two of them in the sign of the zodiac.

Finally matter calmed down some, only because Becky had spent herself on fighting them and was now trying to catch her breath. Jim began rocking the hot seat in an sweat to get his wife in wide-cut view. What he could glimpse caused his nub to race. Becky had been laid out on her backrest with the thick-skulled post under her shoulders. Her outstretched arms were tied at each end. Manuel was now tying second rophy around her upper arms holding the situation tightly against the cover of her neck. Becky was splayed out in such a way that she was helpless to get up. Her lower organic structure and stage were spare, but the length of the postal service and the way she was tied to it kept her from getting up or rolling over. She was like a turtle that had flipped over on its cover. Jim noticed too that the posture of the post caused her chest of drawers to be thrust upward. With her shoulders rolled back it caused her point to tilt back at an uncomfortable angle. Her chest now heaved with each labored breathing space. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Andy. Jim knew in his gut, they were now in dangerous trouble.



Becky had already seen her fortieth birthday, but was still in big shape. Jim often kidded her that she came from"good stock,"as if she were some farm animal. Her coal black hair hadn't shown any gray yet. Jim liked her hair longer, but she always got it cut short over the hot summer months. She would let it grow long again over the winter. Being latterly October it was almost touching her articulatio humeri. Her torso would turn any man's head he often thought to himself when they were out together. Becky's position on the story had her arched back uncomfortably. She was now only able-bodied to give Jim a heroic"Do something"look.

"flavor at that body,"said Andy.



Jim had been worried about him. He was definitely the young of the four men, and likely a hot head. Jim had hoped eats was more stable. He didn't like the direction the conversation was now going. He was trying to keep up some ascendance of himself. This seemed like some awful nightmare. Jim wished it were. Maybe then he'd just wake-up. Andy knelt down on the floor along-side Becky.



"Boss, these tits are really talking to me,"he said.



He began to station his hands on top of the soft rolling cumulation.

"NO !"screamed Becky.

Twisting, she tried to throw his work force off. This apparent movement only caused her shirt to taunt up exposing her waist. Jim clenched his fist, jerking vainly against the persistent Mexican valium.

"Man will you reckon at that, She really wants you,"joked Tito.

"JIM, PLEASE help ME,"she cried"plosive consonant, Please, please no."



"What ya say foreman ?"asked Andy, his articulation cracking with lust.



"We do have a lot of prison term to pour down,"chuck mumbled impassively."

"NO !"stammered Jim,"You promised, you bastards !"



"Shut him up,"ordered Chuck.



Manuel jumped up and came back over to the board where Jim was hog-tied. He grabbed one of the fabric napkins off the tabular array in front of Jim and tried to forcefully stuff it into his mouth. Jim shook his head wildly trying to nullify the gag. Frustrated, Manuel slammed a fist into Jim's right cheek. Jim was momentarily stunned. He could taste parentage. Manuel was able to jam the rag into his mouth. Taking a little length of rope, Manuel swiftly tied a loop-the-loop around Jim'head and across his back talk, then he jerked it painfully tight. This held the gag in stead. Manuel straightened out the chair, slamming Jim's chest against the heavy dining table. Jim was still seeing virtuoso, and his vision blurred from the sucker punch.

Ripping sounds stung Jim's capitulum as Becky's cotton shirt was being torn from her organic structure. Her screams filled the firm. Manuel raced back to the tabular array for another napkin. After a short struggle Becky was likewise silenced and for now Jim could only get a line dampen screams from her direction.



"Look at that,"Andy said hoarsely.

"darn what a organic structure,"somebody else agreed.

"son of a bitch, Me first,"announced Andy.

Jim heard rustling speech sound. Slowly recovering, he began thrashing and rocking the president back and Forth in a desperate attempt to cease what was happening.



"Hey look, hubby wants to watch out,"laughed Chuck.

Jim heard step coming in his focus. He braced for another shock, but suddenly the chair lurched around. He was being pulled backwards across the hardwood floor from fanny. The chairman screeched along, and skidded to a stop in the arch to the living room. The chair then spun around. Jim's visual modality had cleared. Becky lay nude on the floor. Stretched out on her back, her bare breasts jutted upward. Her dark mammilla had hardened in the poise air and stood erect.

Her shredded blouse and crumpled denim lay in pieces along-side her. Her bra and panties torn apart, lay nearby. Tears were streaming down her face. Her eye were wild with little terror. Her mouth though heave, was still moving, begging for assistant. Her fingerbreadth were flexing wildly, clawing vainly at the knots at her articulatio radiocarpea. Andy was facing Jim, opposite of Becky. His shirt was open, and he had his jeans down to his stifle. Andy was jacking his stiff turncock and was kneeling down between her legs. Becky had drawn up her branch and clenched them tightly together. She was squirming about trying to kick him away.

Andy's cock had already stiffened. It was jutting straight out. It bounced around as he fought to get a position and a detention on her. Andy was not to be denied. He caught a leg, then, forced a manus between her other prying them apart. He was now capable to abstract both thighs off the floor and bring himself right up against her fork. He pressed right up against her cunt and it would be mere seconds before he would continue. Becky was in total affright at this point. Andy hoisted her fag off the floor and began trying to ordinate his raging hard-on with a wildly twisting Becky. He fought to go for her still. Her hip movements now only served to grind her cunt against his stiff prick.

"Make this good for me infant,"he growled, his representative cracking with devilish lust.



Becky in a last-ditch effort tried to give up herself backward across the rug towards Jim. Tito was sitting on the reclining chair laughing, reached out and put his understructure against the post. This prevented her from sliding away.



"Thanks cooperator,"laughed Andy, looking up at him.



belongings Becky at the waist, Andy raised her coxa to his, and started stabbing his tool at her. Becky countered this by tightening up her venter muscles in a desperate try to fend. Her principal was whipping position to side. Andy kept adjusting his hip joint and finally found the rightfulness angle. With his peter now pressed squarely against her cunt, it began to give. Once started, her struggling now only served to do work his prick in deeper. Becky's face contorted in painful sensation as the cock skewered its way in without any lubrication whatsoever. A atrocious moan erupted from her pharynx as he bottomed out.

Andy instantly began a fierce rapid thrusting. He showed no gaze for his poor victim as she continued to groan. Jim, only pes away now, was horror struck. With her weapons system pinned straight out, raising her rosehip had caused her bland stomach to stretch tight. Jim thought he could actually see the abstract of the man's prick thrusting inside his wife's belly. It reminded him of a mole tunneling through soft sod. Becky's straits jerked violently with each thrust. She could only expect back up at her husband, her heart pleading for some saving from this overrefinement.

Jim was now desperate, and could think of nothing else but to throw his full body forward hoping the chairman would break apart on encroachment. He rocked and then lunged with all the strength he had. He fell forward striking the base. Having no way to protect his face, he crashed face-first to the hardwood. The impact knocked him unconscious.

When he came-to his principal was throbbing. As his smoke returned and he became aware of his situation he realized that the pounding in his head was not from the fall. In fact it was the wooden post beneath his wife berm clunking against solid Ellen Price Wood story. It was sending quiver throughout the room. Jim had no idea how long he had been out.

Andy was savagely pummeling at Becky's cunt. He repeatedly slammed his hips against her. Andy looked over to Jim and was now aware that he was arouse and watching. Andy withdrew his shit for Jim to see. As it popped from Becky's cunt it stood perfectly straight up. It had a sheeny shine on it from Becky's juices. Andy mocked Jim with twit, and overstated moan as he slowly drove it back in to her. Having her incapacitated husband laying there and forced to look on seemed to add to his enjoyment of the colza. Andy slammed his hip joint against her and held her helpless. With Becky hung impaled on his cock, his hands were free. Andy grabbed and squeezed at the short woman's breasts until they bulged beet- red. Laughing, he would joggle them for Jim to see.

Several times Andy leaned over her and bit down on one of her nipples and stretched it out. Looking up grinning, he would let it snatch up back. Each prison term he did this, it caused Becky's soundbox to jar involuntarily. A cock gripping spasm rippled through her causing Andy to moan in pleasure.

Andy eventually settled into a turn over pace. He seemed to forget about torturing the poor woman for now and was working towards his climax. He'd redoubled his grip at her waist. Becky's weak battle to force him out was now completely sleeveless. Andy's school principal was down now, and he became smooth and deliberate in his thrusts. Suddenly, his header snapped unbending, his neck muscles tightened and he let out a low moan. Andy'face grimaced as his load began spurting into her cunt. His knuckles whitened as his grip locked on her shank. Shaking at her coxa violently, his glob drained their load into her. Wave after wafture of his orgasm rippled through his body. Andy was like some machine in overload. His hips slammed repeatedly against her so laborious that he rocked her pelvis upward with each lurch. The Charles William Post under her shoulders thudded against the hard level as her legs jerked about. The other men who had been cheering Andy on suddenly grew placidity. They were stunned at the intensity of Andy's orgasm.

Finally he slowed down. His grip loosened, and at stopping point his cock slid out. Andy jerked his hips back and flipped his hitch peter back on top of Becky's belly. Lying there, it was still oozing cum. Andy wanted Jim to see the cock that had just violated his wife. A reduce lead of cum began to form mixing into Becky's neatly trimmed snatch.



Tito had been seated on the recliner watching Becky's colza. He now stood to announce he was next. With hardly a pause, he knelt down pulled his stopcock out, and took his place at her. Tito was practically slobbering as he slapped his dick against her. Becky still resisted, but the lubrication from Andy's warhead in her, allowed for an easy first thrust.



Manuel had been on a higher floor ransacking the house. He walked in the room carrying respective things taken from the sleeping accommodation. Across his one shoulder joint was a camera eccentric. He had taken Becky's jewelry box and even found an old pistol Jim kept in his nightstand.

"Hey amigos, they got a kid,"he laughed, holding up a portraiture.

"Huh,"Jim psyche snapped to tending. He began searching for the clock. He had completely forgotten about Cheryl at schooling. His beat quickened as he realized she would be home soon. chow suddenly looked concerned for a moment too, and moved towards the front windowpane. Looking toward the route he yelled at Marshal Tito.

"occlusion screw that cunt for a minute, and get that rag out of her mouth."



"Aw hirer,"Marshal Tito wined.

"Now !"ordered Chuck.



Tito paused his thrusting momentarily, but kept his turncock buried inside her. As soon as her backtalk was clear Becky started to hollo. This was met with a sharp slap across her face.

"When does the kid get home ?"snapped Chuck.



Becky's boldness was red from Josip Broz 's first slap when a back one hit her.



Jim shook his head in a soundless"NO,"but Becky was facing away. Marshal Tito hit her a 3rd time sending a shock-wave thru her body.



"TWO-THIRTY,"she finally blurted,"but she won't be abode. She has previous practice."

Jim was confused. Maybe he hadn't heard the right way, or had forgotten something. He didn't recollect anything about Cheryl staying late today. He prayed he was awry.



"Tito, check this out,"said Manuel.

He came up along-side Josip Broz who was still holding Becky pinned to the floor. Manuel held out the portrait then dropped it right down on Becky's breadbasket. Tito had resumed his attack on Becky, but stopped in mid-stroke when he saw the picture.

"Whoa,"cried Marshal Tito, as he gave an exaggerated cryptical jabbing.



It was Becky's daughter, Cheryl. She had just turned eighteen over the summer and was now in her senior year at the local high gear school. She was dressed in a cheerleader rig. Her legs were spread in a cheer pose revealing a tight vernal dead body. The cotton sweater she wore obscured her breasts, but there was no doubt that she took after her mom. Tito pressed the cold framing down against Becky's stomach, and resumed his thrusting ; all the while staring at the picture and making coarse remark about the Young fille's body.



"PLEASE NOT MY BABY,"Becky prayed to herself. She thought that if he finished quickly, he might leave her girl alone. Leaning forward, Tito pressed the physique down onto Becky's lower abdomen. He seemed to be trying to palpate the campaign of his own cock inside of her, or maybe just trying to add more friction against it.



"Agggh,"Cried Tito, shortly."Yes, Yes, Agggh."

His jaws tightened as he began coming in Becky. He was groaning and pumping like mad but, for some reason pulled his dick out. His prick was shining red and it was still spurting out jets of cum. Sticky strands of it landed on Becky's stomach and formed thin lines back to his cock. Tito squeezed hard at the base of his cock with his fist, trapping the lineage inside. His cock was still rock-hard and he batted it against her dripping pussy slinging cum all over. Droplets of cum even splattered up onto the drinking glass smearing her girl's picture.

grub had drug a dining room chairman over near the front window. Maybe he was being overly paranoid, but his conservative instincts had kept him out of many strong-armer spots before. He was keeping an eye out towards the independent road, just in shell a police force vehicle might drive-by.



Tito continued to amuse himself now by torturing poor Becky. Between squeezing and slapping at her tits he was trying to get her to live with strand of cum he had lifted from her.

Chuck had been at the window maybe twenty minutes when he suddenly stood up. He announced that a school bus was slowing down. The bus's flashing illumination came on and the bus began to slow to a stop. Becky suddenly began screaming loudly and seemed to regain her strength. She began a desperate attempt to get up off the floor. Tito had to climb up on top of her to jam the gag back into her mouth.

The bus stopped for only seconds while a Edward Young young lady crossed in front and waited as the bus continued on its way. The girl checked the mailbox and finding zilch began her long pass towards the house.

Jim seemed to gain a renewed surge of specialty also. He began banging his chair in an insane effort to free himself.



"Get him,"ordered Chuck.



Andy grabbed a metal vase off a nearby English table and walking over to Jim, he viciously slammed it against his skull knock him completely senseless.

"Shit, only one pussy, and four of us,"complained Andy as they all watched daughter amble up the thrust. Cheryl was a looker all right field. Her ponytail bobbed, and tossed as she strode carelessly. She had a cut back gymnastic build and a girlish skip to her gait.

Soon her footsteps sounded across the front porch. Chuck and Manuel had positioned themselves along either side of the front threshold. As the doorway burst out-of-doors, the miss stopped suddenly in her tracks. Cheryl stood there confused, staring at her mother still spread out on the story. The post tied against her articulatio humeri made her look almost comical. A pool of cum had leaked out of her and had left a dark circle on the rug.

Becky was desperately trying to signalise her daughter by twisting her hip and kicking wildly. Cheryl's deal came up to her back talk as she gasped. At first off, she thought she had interrupted some sick"sex biz"her parents were playing. Then, suddenly chuck's immense hand dropped across her shoulder. He grabbed her by the shank, and lifted the girl right off the story. eats carried the now screaming Cheryl over to the couch. Chuck practically threw the hysteric young lady on the shopping centre shock and the others circled around her like vultures.





"We're just having a fiddling party,"joked eats,"Your Mom and Dad was just showing us a adept time."

Cheryl's was uncontrollable. She held her one arm up shielding her aspect.



"Oh God, Oh My God, No"she kept chanting.

Jim was still lying on the floor just moaning. Cheryl's screaming had somehow brought him back to the horrifying realism that had befallen his menage. He was completely powerless to even focus on which direction the sounds were coming from. He was debile tugging against the ropes again. A syndicate of blood had collected on the trading floor oozing from a nasty slash on the side of his head.

Chuck stood directly in figurehead of Cheryl. He reached down to stroke her whisker. Cheryl immediately began to wail even louder.

"Manuel you were right on, she is a hottie,"joked Chuck.

He ran his bridge player through the miss's long dark hair then pulled her head against his stomach.



"I'm glad I didn't waste myself on your mom,"he laughed.

Chuck pulled Cheryl against his leg by holding a thud of her fuzz with one hired man. He began unfastening his bash and then loosened the battlefront his trousers. His pants dropped to his knees. He pushed his briefs downward and grabbed his turncock and began stroking it right against the hysterical girl's typeface. Cheryl tried to turn away but Chucks hold on her hair forced her question back. Her left arm was still raised up across her mouth. She was almost chewing on the vertebral column of her manus as tears streamed down her face.



"Hey Andy,"yelled chow,"Git that camera working. We're going to make us some home movies."



"Right on,"Andy responded.



The photographic camera was a pocket-size hand held type. It still held some picture from the family's summer trip to Virginia. Andy punched around finding the disk mode.



"We are going to make us a lilliputian activity photographic film,"Chuck joked."I'm going to call it"Farm crime syndicate Fun,"

"Quit your balling missy and get your apparel off."he demanded.

Cheryl was now lost in some res publica of denial that this was even happening, she seemed completely forgetful to Chuck'order. After a couple of seconds waiting, Chuck reached down and twisted the clump of her hair and pulled it back. Cheryl began to wail louder. Tito walked over to Becky still panting on the floor, and placed a foot right wing in the center of her breast. Pressing down, Becky immediately began flailing about trying to get air. The post across her back was pushing out all the air in her lungs. Chuck forced Cheryl's head around. He wanted her to see what was happening to her mother.

"Stop,"screamed Cheryl."stopover, please don't."



Cheryl finally raised her hand to touch the top button of her blouse. All four men waited almost without breathing as Cheryl fingers weakly fumbled at the top release. Her mitt began trembling but her fingers seemed to just come up at the release. She seemed to be incapable of unfastening it. Her hand just drifted downward following the row of buttons. She was beyond didactics at this point. She didn't seem to have any strength to make out the effort. Her paw just slid to the utmost button at her waist and didn't motion again.



grub had grown impatient. He grabbed at the battlefront of Cheryl's blouse and started jerking at the material of her shirt. Buttons flew in all focal point. The ripping fabric was torn in sections from her shoulder joint. Chuck and the other men's optic never drifted from her now. Her top in shreds Cheryl was fighting for what was left of her bra. She held onto the scraps covering her breasts. Chuck jerked and pulled young girl upward and was now wrestling for ascendence of the walkover which held her jeans.

Cheryl fought as best as she could to cover the piece of cake on her jeans, but she was no catch for chuck'powerful grip. She was still trying to harbor the office of her rip bra to her dresser. When Chuck got a thumb inside her waistband and began pulling at her denim she dropped both custody to press him. The fleck covering her breasts fell away. There was an almost audible pant from the men in the room. Her young boob seemed to explode from their restraint and outpouring into full eyeshot. The rassling match for her denim had her breasts rubbing and pressing against grub as she struggled with him. Chuck was beyond reason at this full point. Her naked soma was like some banquet he didn't have the solitaire to hold back for.

chuck jerked at her dungaree blowing out the elasticity instantly. Then he started pulling at them, jerking them almost to her knees. Cheryl's hands now grabbed for the last piece of material covering her. She was wearing a deep purple duad of lace pantie. The sheerness of the framework hardly left anything to the imagination. But the intensity the fabric's coloring against her pure white skin seemed to concentre all of Chuck's lecherousness. Cheryl's hands were vainly trying to guard her live carapace of clothing. Both of her manus now stayed at her crotch trying to hold onto it. Her upper arms now cradled her reddened bosom squeezing them together and almost framing them to the pleasure of the sick punk.

Chuck grabbed at her hand and forced her own grip to take out at the framework of her panties. chow and the others were like a ingroup of barbarian heel at this point. With his mighty grip he pulled her hand away tearing the framework and bringing the unconvincing material with it. Chuck pried the combat from Cheryl's hand, and like a crazed beast stuffed the pull panty into his own mouth. With an audible growl he sank his teeth into the fabric releasing the olfactory property of the immature daughter's sex. This fueled his intensity, driving him to an even in high spirits story of lust.

chuck's cock had been hanging exposed during the entire conflict to strip Cheryl. The"rush"Chuck had experienced served only to intensify his rage and overgorge his dick. The struggle with the helpless girl had been something that eats had enjoyed. He was a predatory animal and the combat became component of the subjection. Now he was to exact his prize. Cheryl was completely naked and desperately attempting to cover herself with at to the lowest degree one manus all the while pushing away groping hands of the other men with her other one. The men batted her hands down. It wasn't long before each of her deal became restrained by a yoke of the men, all of them vying for a pick feel.

Cheryl's body was keen. Her mingy skin exuded youth and the pureness of being untouched by anyone. Chucks gasp were tangled at his ankle joint. His place were hobbling his balance and he finally had to release Cheryl long enough to sit on the edge of the lounge and removed them. Now unencumbered he rose and grabbed Cheryl at the arm and possessively growled.

"MINE,"

He jerked Cheryl from the groping hands of his chum like she was a fresh kill of raw center. He grabbed her and held her to himself. No one was going to challenge him. eats was the alpha male here. He took what he wanted, and first. Manuel who had been around Chuck the longest knew you didn't take anything away from him. The former's got in one last grope or two and then backed off. Chuck had an intense maze in his voice. His cock now swung around completely free of all restraint. Cheryl glanced down at it realizing exactly what he intended to do with it.



Manuel was horny as inferno, but he would own to settle for what else was left. Becky was a sob flock still lying on the floor. She had already been fucked twice, but there was no luck that Chuck would percentage his prize. Manual stepped over to Becky and looking down he began unfastening his belt.

Manuel lowered his pant and ignored the miry mountain around her bitch. He knelt down and began nursing at Becky's bruised mamilla. Becky was breathing hard through her nose. She was almost accepting of this abuse if it meant one more than of them would depart her girl alone.

Chuck was now just toying with Cheryl on the couch. He held a knock-down grasp on her one arm and was biting and slobbering at any part of her he could catch an opening to. Andy had figured to film some fucking, but Chuck was enjoying just teasing Cheryl for now. He seemed to enjoy in her terrify screams for assistance. Manuel was not going to lay waste to any such foreplay time with Becky so Andy figured to video Manuel's initial penetration of Becky.

Manuel's pecker wasn't extremely tenacious, but it was as duncish as a man's wrist. Andy was almost empty-headed as he proceeded to coach Manuel on how to take Becky. With only a slight sum of money of pressure did her pussy lip resisted before opening like a ripe yield. Manuel's penetration was only possible because of the two previous attacks. He buried his cock fully on the first of all thrust and groaned. The warm semen still inside Becky lubricated the drumhead of his cock. He, like grub, also enjoyed the suffering of his victim. Manuel even removed Becky's gag so he could clearly hear her oink as he continued on with her. Manuel held her thighs apart and lined his cock straight-on. He continued an all-out ravishment driving his cock into the sticky mess of her cunt. All the fluids mixed with sweat, sounded out a muddy suction noise with each thrust.



Jim was on the level only a duo base from Becky watching as she took on the third cock of the day. His head was raised as much as he could, but his eyes were a blur. Jim stared transfixed at the deal of Manuel's thick cock pumping in and out of his wife's pussy. Her saturated pussy was so full it was actually forcing out some of the cum left from the first two men. The superfluous cum was forming a bubbly ring around the theme of Manuel's scratch as he pumped at her.

Jim's tortured mind had slipped back to a sentence when he was just a lad. He remembered watching his Grandmother on the presence porch. She was making butter from milk fat. The worn seal on the handle of the old butter butter churn was allowing a bubbling ring of partially thickened ointment to form at the base of the shaft. Jim remembered drawing his fingerbreadth around the quill, and tasting fresh butter as granny pumped at the handle. Becky's oozing puss reminded him of that memory in a barf sort of way.



Cheryl's screams echoed about the room. chuck had grabbed her by the fuzz, and tossed her to the floor. The big man was standing over her. He was squeezing at the base of his peter. It was as if he was trying to pump still more blood into it. Cheryl had turned around, and was attempting to creep away.

"Daddy, daddy please, Stop him,"she screamed.

chow knelt on the floor behind her and caught her by the waist pulling her backwards. His hammer found a piano fleck on the top of her rosy-cheeked ass impertinence. A devilish smiling swept across his face. He had not taken anyone anally in some metre, mostly because no woman could plow his size.

"Damm she's looks sozzled,"laughed Chuck.

Andy turned, and realized that he was missing valuable footage.



"keep on,"he yelled to Chuck.

Spinning the camera around, Andy left Manuel in mid violation and focused back on Cheryl. She was down on all fours. eats was behind her, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart with his quarter round. He had begun probing her lilliputian dickhead with his thickheaded fingerbreadth. Crudely he was trying to get several finger's breadth into her trying to loosen her up. Finally, after spitting at her bottom, Chuck just leaned forward and just mashed the tip of his shit against her tush. Cheryl was bawling like a new-born lamb, and fighting to pull away.



"Ahhhhhhh, she screamed,"pappa, please make him stop."

chow held onto her by the articulatio coxae, following her across the rug. Andy shadowed them with the camera"zooming in"to get the details. Somewhere during her crawl, her ass had yielded. Chuck had somehow succeeded in driving his cock partially in. Each violent thrust from Chuck, now just lifted the short girl's genu completely off the floor. Cheryl's legs would bicycle uselessly, trying to wiggle off the imbedded turncock. Her business firm untested knocker shook each time she landed. chuck would then hunch over her back, driving her down feather again. With his one handwriting release, he grabbed and pulled at her boob. Slobber drooled from his mouth leaving a wet shine in the centre of Cheryl's articulatio humeri blades.

"NO, NO, Please consider it out, PLEASE Stop."she begged.



Jim's pinna stung with the helpless screams of his solely daughter. To be introduced to sex in such a atrocious way he thought. Her minuscule frame can't handle that man's size. Having such a brute of a man splitting her like that, he had to be tearing up her insides. Jim twisted towards his screaming daughter. Chucks cock looked as if it were a god-damn baseball bat poking out of her ass. Jim just had to sour away. He didn't want to see something that would be burned in his mind forever.

"Uh Uh Uh Uh,"Cheryl's voice repeated in sharp yelp that echoed throughout the room. chuck's brawny stab were driving the air out of her. Her squalling was now being drowned out by Chuck's louder groan of pleasure. Cheryl was panting, trying to pay the pain of the violent ravishment by taking only unawares breath.

Cheryl's bland white peel contrasted against Chuck's dark hirsute pattern. His vast dong was now buried deep up inside her ass boldness. chuck even released his suitcase on her waist. He held her steadfast with one paw by mashing down on the small of her vertebral column. This caused her ass to flare back towards him. He allowed the piteous girl sufficiency space so that it looked as though his Brobdingnagian dong was actually restraining her. The bulging jibe arched the gap between them then disappeared into her creamy-white ass cheeks. Eventually Chuck just leaned back and planted both work force on his hips. He started swinging his articulatio coxae side to side. This caused Cheryl's supple torso to follow along. The motility of eats's putz was now actually jerking her ass about.



"ride that cunt,"roared Andy.

"Giddy-up girl,"mocked chuck, grabbing a hold of Cheryl's pony-tail with one script and then wheeling the other free hand in the air, rodeo panache.

chow even tried getting to get to his pes with the little girl still attached, but the thick bulb of his cock was wedged so tightly inside of her that her body weightiness pulled him back down.



Although she couldn't see it all, Becky was cognisant of the violation going on with her daughter too. Her muffled call were cruelly taunted.



"Noooooooooooo !"Becky could only moan.



These men seemed to relish listening to her woe. They seemed to get some perverse joy out of listening to the lament and moan of each of their victims. Each cry from either Cheryl or Becky was now being answered with an enthusiastic"Yeah infant, You tell me about it,"from one of the men. The pacing of this orgy of lust seemed to hinge on just how many screams of terror the attackers could pull in.



"You ride it baby,"Chuck yelled, and followed it up with a sharp slap across Cheryl's ass just for fun.

Meanwhile, every thrust by Manuel continued to roll Becky's shoulders over the post. Her labored respiration was being exhausted through her olfactory organ. He had been humping away steadily at Becky like some savage in rut. slobber hung from the corners of his sassing as his body went into convulsions. He shook at Becky's hips wildly, and began spewing his pent-up load into her. Becky's saturated bitch would hold no more. The lip of her twat began to puff open. The scads of cum began spurting out alongside Manuel's driving dickhead. Her genitalia was a total mess of sweat and mixed semen. Her peg, spread as they were, still twitched weakly some-how trying to resist.

Jim could only listen to his married woman's moan. He was being forced to keep an eye on as a helpless spectator, as his family unit was being totally ravaged. His oral sex was throbbing with both rage and pain. He listened to the grunts of the man on top of his wife who was now getting a tierce load of cum dumped into her. The gut-wrenching howler of his little Cheryl now sounded garbled. The horror of this position was finally getting to Jim. How could they ever function as a kin again ? If they survived this, how would they ever be able to depend at each other ? How would this all end ? Or would these thugs just murder them all ?



Chuck's approach on Cheryl was unrelenting. He released her tomentum, and with both handwriting on her pelvic arch lifted her from the storey. He carried her back to the couch and session, pulled her into a position on his lap. Andy stepped around front of her, and zoomed-in on her face. Chuck lifted the helpless girl upward and dropped her squarely down on to his waiting prick.

Cheryl's eye were half-closed now, her opposition completely gone. tosh trailed from her rima oris. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. She seemed to be in a enchantment. Her thinker was shutting down. She had been overloaded by this distortion and she was just going hitch. Her head began to drift lifelessly back and Forth as chow began pumping her in his lap. She looked like some half-inflated love doll. Cheryl now only emitted small grunts as Chuck forced her limp physical structure down onto his stiff motherfucker. He had clamped on her dresser just under her armpits, and was bouncing her in his lap like one would bounce a baby. grub soon began to increase his tempo. He shifted his clutches, hugging her back against his chest. His large forearms were mashing the daughter's breasts flat. Cheryl was now almost unconscious.



Cheryl's capitulum had fallen back onto chuck left articulatio humeri and was flopping around as he worked at her. He began roughly biting at the position of her neck. Chuck was holding Cheryl just and in her dazed State she seemed unaware of anything now. She would receive probably just skid rightfulness out of grub's lap, had he not been holding onto her. With a low guttural groan eats began cumming.

As his body racked with orgasm, he was unwittingly squeezing the air out of her chest. With Cheryl's her head tilted back, she began making gurgling noises, as though cum were bubbling up through her body and up into her throat and choking her.

Andy had wanted to get this on television also, but chuck was refusing to pull-out. With louder moans, he continued pumping his nuts payload into her ass. Andy was still frantically trying to get a good camera view. With a free hired hand, he actually reached down, pushing the girl's hitch legs aside. This allowed him a crystalize aspect of chow's scratch. Chuck was clutching the girl tightly against his chest with both arms now. His rigid stopcock was bent only slightly due to the girl's free weight. The top half of his dick was driven deep up inside her. Her liquid ass cheeks cradled the seat half of his dick. The total shaft was pulsing like a live snake. The veins bloated and released, as the semen needed to be forced up and into her. Cheryl's sloshed mother fucker had never loosened its clasp on grub's shaft. It had sealed fast, and was accepting the total load of cum. Not a drop was leaking out.



Finally spent, Chuck's deal slid down to the daughter's articulatio coxae. His head collapsed back onto the couch. He held Cheryl at the waistline, keeping her in location on top, while he savored his post-cum high. As his shaft deflated, Cheryl's dead body slowly settled down onto his.

Andy's own cock had been aroused again at the gang rapes. He shouted to Tito.

"Hey man, are you ready for some more fun ?"“ This little babe here still got a golf hole what ain't been stuffed yet."

"Are you up for a double ?"he laughed."pauperism someone else on camera."…….



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