nightmare in October

By : Greg

This is a rewrite of an in the beginning story of mine. It has been rewritten to deliver a more realistic storyline. It is a brutish taradiddle of unrelenting fury against barren victim. I was in a Weird blank space 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 natural process described here. Remember, this is just a fantasy.This narrative involves a gang-rape of a mother and daughter in the front of the husband.

If you are a sensitive and charitable person, then this history is probably not for you.

"number in here,"barked Chuck.

Manuel braked unvoiced and get around onto the gravel private road just missing the rural mailbox. Jim Stevens had just finished his morning chore in the barn and was headed towards the star sign for tiffin. The speech sound of tyre sliding on the gravel caused him to deform towards the main road.



"Down in back,"barked chow.

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



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

"Your Damn tattoos,"chow muttered.



Manuel's past tense had caused trouble before and this would command careful thinking to keep off more trouble. The clerk back at the fuel stop had taken a second look 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 alteration and turned towards the threshold. Chuck was over at the cooler watching, as the cashier motioned to her colleague. As Manuel left, the two clerks darted over to a table by the door. Chuck could see among the others a FBI notice with Manuel's aspect clearly profiled on it.

"Damn,"muttered Chuck.



He knew that they had been looking for Manuel over some outstanding endorsement. The clerk was jabbing her finger at the sheet. chow pretended not to notice and calmly carried his beer leverage over to the riposte. Not having seen them hail in together, the one clerk quickly came back over and reverberate up his purchase. She then hurried back over to her workfellow's side. The former girl was already on her phone.



"Let's roll NOW,"ordered Chuck, as he got into the movement seat.

"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 keep it that way. eats was the guy in charge. The organization had depended on his coolness under force per unit area. He was in his early forties, and had spent most of his life history skirting the law. former than some kid scrape, mostly for fights and Assault, he had avoided John Roy Major trouble. eats was a big man with massive weaponry. Most trouble, he squelched by simple physical intimidation.

Manuel, the number one wood was unstoppable behind the wheel of a car. His life history revolved around cable car and bike. Originally from some nameless town in cardinal Mexico, he had been well known by the border police. He was into smuggling as far back as he could remember, mostly for stolen auto parts. He now stayed on the north slope of the border finally, in part because he had been turned away or disowned by virtually of his own family.



Tito and Andy were punks. Chuck didn't like the supererogatory assist, but it wasn't his determination. They had been sent along due to someone's paranoia. Both in their mid-twenties, they lacked the experience to handle things. Tito was somewhat jumpy, but Andy was a"lit fuse."He thought of himself as a"Rambo-type,"with feeling. He was all mouthpiece as far as eats was concerned.



"thrust,"shouted chuck,"We've got to put some space between that fuel stop and us."

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

"No asshole,"barked Chuck.



Chuck told Manuel,"If there are no towns at the adjacent exit, get off there. We need a cloistered place to lay low for a while.'’



The farm had been in the Stevens class for four generations. Jim's kin purchased the 812 acres shortly after the Civil War. It had prospered due to a inviolable study moral principle in Jim's family. Being 3 miles from the interstate highway made for few visitors. This is why Jim cast a leery eye towards the vehicle as it slowly made its way towards him.

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

"right hand, but watch for signs of any hired helper,"warned Chuck.



Jim studied the car, seeing only two occupants in the face bottom. He noticed the slant of the fomite, as if it loaded too heavy in the trunk. Could be salesmen, he thought.

"Darn city kinsfolk,"Jim mused,"shouldn't overload a vehicle like that."

Jim slapped his body of work gloves against his leg to shed the dust. His ripe paw went up instinctively.

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



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



Just as Jim's work force came to rest on the doorframe, he caught a movement in the stern seat. Startled, he started to back away. That's when he saw the barrel of Manuel's gun pointed at his chest of drawers.



"Don't you move,"snarled Manuel.



The nurture door opened and Andy jumped out and was along-side the stunned granger in a secondment. A tongue now pressed to his side of meat, Jim froze. The strawman passenger side room access opened and grub calmly walked around the front of the vehicle. eats was coolheaded as he approached Jim. He even extended his bridge player in a mock endeavor to shake men just in case someone was watching.

"Anyone up at the firm ?"Chuck inquired.

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

"Good, lets us take a slow base on balls up there,"Chuck ordered.

eats opened his jacket slightly to reveal his 9mm. grub always carried it when he was on the road. Transporting heroin from Colorado into Newmarket was not one of his preferred runs. KC, St. Joe Louis and Joliet weren't good places to drive through. He could not risk the possible action of a car-jacking or even a simple thieving. His party boss might distrust him of staging it and keeping the dope for himself. If this happened, he was as good as dead.



Jim was looking towards the sign of the zodiac, hoping for some polarity that Becky had also seen the car drag in. His Leslie Townes Hope were dashed as he realized that she would have probably been in the kitchen making lunch. With Andy's knife at his left hand, and Chuck calmly walking to his right, the III approached the front porch. The steps were wide-cut enough for all three to walk up side-to- face. Becky must experience heard the multiple foot-steps, and was approaching the inside doorway. Jim reached for the screen door quickly, trying to foreclose her from coming out. Andy pressed the tongue to his side as a reminder.



"Jim, Who ? What are ?"was all Becky managed to get out before Chuck 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 place you got here tribe, real secluded huh,"eats smirked.



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



"Clear,"came the reply moments later.

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



Inside the old farmhouse matter looked the way one would suppose. A large nominal head room opened through an archway into a long dining area. The kitchen was off to the side of meat and the bedrooms all upstairs. The dining elbow room on exceptional occasions could withstand nearly all of Jim and Becky's relation. Looking back as the forepart door closed, Jim noticed the car was gone, and the barn door being drawn closed by the other two men.



"Over there,"barked Chuck.

Jim and Becky stumbled to the large couch in the center of the room and sat down.



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

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

Becky was just babbling on now, maybe just trying to tranquillize herself. Shortly, Tito and Manuel burst through the door and began surveying the elbow room. eats was still standing in social movement of the terrified pair waving his gun.

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



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

"Quiet,"shouted grub,"All we need is a place 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 hand, and clung to it with a trembling adhesive friction. Jim had been watching Andy. He didn't like the way he had been staring at Becky. After a few minutes, the bum kitchen room access slammed. Tito and Manuel walked in carrying several duration of forget me drug cut from the clotheslines out back.

"Tie him over there,"said chow, pointing the gun towards one of the dining elbow room chair.



The dining elbow room chair were sullen antique oak. The sturdy chairs had been in the family a long meter. Jim's great-grandfather was rumored to have made them from voice of the paddy wagon that had carried the family west to Missouri. Manuel grabbed Jim by the shoulder, pulling him in the commission of one of the chairs.

"NO,"wailed Becky, as her handwriting were jerked away from her husband's arm.



Jim started to resist, but eats raised the gun to sharpen dummy range at Becky's head. Jim's resistance quelled, he slumped down in the first chairperson. Manuel quickly began lashing him to it. His hands were drawn around his back and bound tightly. Manuel grabbed each leg and lashed each ankle joint to a leg of the chairperson. Jim felt incapacitated as this was being done, but what could he do ? Chuck was still standing over Becky on the couch. One incorrectly move and she would be shot. As Manuel was finishing the knots, Jim noticed his dark leathery skin and crude hands. Jim guessed that he had probably worked around farms before. His skillful forget me drug handling suggested maybe even some farm animal experience. The truth be told, Manuel had learned early on how to welt down a load of stolen theatrical role quickly. Jim's back was to the living elbow room now, and he had to worm to see over one shoulder joint to proceed Becky in view.

"Now her,"ordered Chuck.

"Wait,"interrupted Andy.



Jim heard Andy race into the kitchen, and head out the back door. The screen door slammed behind him. moment later he returned carrying a fence Post across one shoulder. Jim had just purchased some at the farm provision just yesterday. Becky had been on to him about fencing in the vegetable garden before next bounce. darn rabbits had eaten everything this year. He had left a dozen piled by the rear porch only this morning. Watching Andy carry one of them into the mansion struck him as odd. Becky would take in surely chewed Jim out for such a thing.



Jim was expecting Becky to be brought over to one of the other chairs, but this was not happening. Straining his neck to see what was going on, Jim heard Becky shriek and then she began struggling with the men as they tried to force her to the flooring. Andy had her one arm and was twisting it in an effort to wedge her downward. Manuel was trying to intertwine a rope around her free arm. The fencing position was lying flat on the field 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 carry her down.



"JIM assistance !"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 best she could, pleading and begging for Jim's help. Jim cursed angrily at the thugs. He leaned and pulled hard against the ropes until his bridge player went numb. He felt stupid for not having made a move when there were just the two of them in the house.

Finally thing calmed down some, only because Becky had spent herself on fighting them and was now trying to overtake her breathing space. Jim began rocking the chair in an attempt to get his wife in replete persuasion. What he could glimpse caused his heart to race. Becky had been laid out on her backbone with the duncish Wiley Post under her shoulders. Her outstretched weapon system were tied at each end. Manuel was now tying second roofy around her pep pill weapons system holding the post tightly against the back of her neck. Becky was splayed out in such a way that she was helpless to get up. Her low-pitched body and legs were free, but the length of the post 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 back. Jim noticed too that the position of the post caused her pectus to be squeeze upward. With her articulatio humeri rolled back it caused her point to tilt back at an uncomfortable angle. Her dresser now heaved with each labored breath. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Andy. Jim knew in his gut, they were now in sober hassle.



Becky had already seen her 40th birthday, but was still in great shape. Jim often kidded her that she came from"good stemma,"as if she were some farm animal. Her ember fatal tomentum hadn't shown any gray yet. Jim liked her hair longer, but she always got it cut short over the hot summertime months. She would let it grow long again over the winter. Being previous 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 storey had her arched back uncomfortably. She was now only able to render Jim a desperate"Do something"feel.

"smell at that body,"said Andy.



Jim had been worried about him. He was definitely the youthful of the four men, and likely a hot psyche. Jim had hoped Chuck was more horse barn. He didn't like the direction the conversation was now going. He was trying to maintain some control 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.



"Bos, these titty are really talking to me,"he said.



He began to lay his hands on top of the soft rolling mounds.

"NO !"screamed Becky.

distortion, she tried to throw away his hands off. This gesture only caused her shirt to devolve on up exposing her waist. Jim clenched his clenched fist, jerking vainly against the tenacious ropes.

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

"JIM, PLEASE assist ME,"she cried"Stop, Please, please no."



"What ya say boss ?"asked Andy, his voice cracking with lust.



"We do have a lot of metre to kill,"grub mumbled impassively."

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



"Shut him up,"ordered Chuck.



Manuel jumped up and came back over to the table where Jim was hog-tied. He grabbed one of the textile napkins off the mesa in front of Jim and tried to forcefully choke up it into his mouth. Jim shook his head wildly trying to forefend the gag. Frustrated, Manuel slammed a fist into Jim's mightily cheek. Jim was momentarily stunned. He could smack blood. Manuel was capable to jam the rag into his mouth. Taking a short length of Mexican valium, Manuel swiftly tied a loop around Jim'psyche and across his mouth, then he jerked it painfully tight. This held the gag in situation. Manuel straightened out the chair, slamming Jim's bureau against the heavy dining table. Jim was still seeing stars, and his vision blurred from the sucker punch.

Ripping sounds stung Jim's ears as Becky's cotton shirt was being torn from her consistence. Her howler filled the family. Manuel raced back to the table for another diaper. After a short struggle Becky was likewise silenced and for now Jim could only heard muted howler from her instruction.



"Look at that,"Andy said hoarsely.

"Damn what a body,"mortal else agreed.

"shit, Me first,"announced Andy.

Jim heard rustling sounds. Slowly recovering, he began thrashing and rocking the chair back and Forth River in a desperate endeavor to stop what was happening.



"Hey look, hubby wants to view,"laughed Chuck.

Jim heard footsteps coming in his direction. He braced for another gust, but suddenly the electric chair lurched around. He was being pulled backwards across the hardwood floor from behind. The chairman screeched along, and skidded to a stop in the archway to the livelihood room. The chair then spun around. Jim's visual sense had cleared. Becky lay nude on the floor. Stretched out on her back, her bare breasts jutted upward. Her nighttime pap had hardened in the cool down air and stood erect.

Her shredded blouse and crease jeans lay in pieces along-side her. Her bra and scanty torn apart, lay nearby. tears were streaming down her face. Her eyes were wild with threat. Her mouth though strangle, was still moving, begging for aid. Her fingers were flexing wildly, clawing vainly at the knots at her wrists. Andy was facing Jim, reverse of Becky. His shirt was open, and he had his denim down to his knees. Andy was jacking his stiff cock and was kneeling down between her stage. Becky had drawn up her legs and clenched them tightly together. She was squirming about trying to give up him away.

Andy's turncock had already stiffened. It was jutting straight out. It bounced around as he fought to get a berth and a hold on her. Andy was not to be denied. He caught a leg, then, forced a script between her other prying them apart. He was now capable to uprise both thighs off the flooring and bring himself right up against her private parts. He pressed right up against her cunt and it would be mere seconds before he would remain. Becky was in total panic at this point. Andy hoisted her butt off the floor and began trying to coordinate his raging erection with a wildly wriggle Becky. He fought to hold her still. Her hip motility now only served to labour her cunt against his steadfast incision.

"make this good for me baby,"he growled, his voice cracking with devilish lust.



Becky in a last-ditch effort tried to kick herself backward across the rug towards Jim. Tito was sitting on the recliner laughing, reached out and put his metrical foot against the position. This prevented her from sliding away.



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



keeping Becky at the waist, Andy raised her pelvic arch to his, and started stabbing his hammer at her. Becky countered this by tightening up her stomach muscles in a dire endeavour to baulk. Her head was whipping face to side. Andy kept adjusting his hips and finally found the correct angle. With his cock now pressed squarely against her twat, it began to soften. Once started, her struggling now only served to work his prick in deeper. Becky's brass contorted in painfulness as the cock skewered its way in without any lubrication whatsoever. A painful groan erupted from her throat as he bottomed out.

Andy instantly began a violent rapid thrusting. He showed no regard for his poor victim as she continued to moan. Jim, only human foot away now, was horror struck. With her arm pinned straight out, raising her rosehip had caused her flat stomach to stretch tight. Jim thought he could actually see the abstract of the man's son of a bitch thrusting inside his married woman's belly. It reminded him of a mole tunneling through soft sod. Becky's nous jerked violently with each thrust. She could only look back up at her husband, her eyes pleading for some delivery from this torture.

Jim was now desperate, and could think of nada else but to bemuse his full body forward hoping the chairwoman would break apart on impact. He rocked and then lunged with all the durability he had. He fell forward striking the trading floor. Having no way to protect his cheek, he crashed face-first to the hardwood. The impact knocked him unconscious.

When he came-to his head was throbbing. As his senses 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 billet beneath his wife shoulder joint clunking against solid wood floor. It was sending vibrations throughout the elbow room. Jim had no idea how long he had been out.

Andy was savagely pummeling at Becky's twat. He repeatedly slammed his pelvic arch against her. Andy looked over to Jim and was now aware that he was wake up and watching. Andy withdrew his whoreson for Jim to see. As it popped from Becky's cunt it stood perfectly straight up. It had a glossy refulgence on it from Becky's juices. Andy mocked Jim with taunts, and exaggerated groan as he slowly drove it back in to her. Having her lost husband laying there and forced to take in seemed to add to his use of the rapine. Andy slammed his hips against her and held her helpless. With Becky hung impaled on his tool, his bridge player were liberal. Andy grabbed and squeezed at the poor woman's breasts until they bulged beet- red. Laughing, he would joggle them for Jim to see.

Several time Andy leaned over her and bit down on one of her pap and stretched it out. Looking up grin, he would let it snap back. Each time he did this, it caused Becky's dead body to jolt involuntarily. A cock gripping cramp rippled through her causing Andy to groan in pleasure.

Andy eventually settled into a calculated gait. He seemed to bury about torturing the pathetic woman for now and was working towards his climax. He'd redoubled his hairgrip at her waist. Becky's weak battle to force him out was now completely futile. Andy's forefront was down now, and he became quiet and deliberate in his thrusts. Suddenly, his head snapped rigid, his neck muscles tightened and he let out a low moan. Andy'face grimaced as his warhead began spurting into her cunt. His knuckles whitened as his grip locked on her shank. Shaking at her pelvic girdle violently, his orchis drained their load into her. Wave after undulation of his coming rippled through his body. Andy was like some auto in overburden. His coxa slammed repeatedly against her so hard that he rocked her pelvis upward with each passado. The office under her shoulders thudded against the gruelling floor as her legs jerked about. The early men who had been cheering Andy on suddenly grew quiet. They were stunned at the chroma of Andy's coming.

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



Josip Broz had been seated on the recliner watching Becky's rape. He now stood to announce he was side by side. With hardly a pause, he knelt down pulled his pecker out, and took his property at her. Tito was practically slobbering as he slapped his cock against her. Becky still resisted, but the lubrication from Andy's onus in her, allowed for an loose inaugural thrust.



Manuel had been on a higher floor ransacking the house. He walked in the room carrying several affair taken from the sleeping room. Across his one shoulder was a camera shell. 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 portrait.

"Huh,"Jim head snapped to attention. He began searching for the clock. He had completely forgotten about Cheryl at school. His heartbeat quickened as he realized she would be home soon. chuck suddenly looked concerned for a moment too, and moved towards the front line windowpane. Looking toward the road he yelled at Tito.

"Stop ass that beef for a minute, and get that rag out of her mouth."



"Aw boss,"Marshal Tito wined.

"Now !"ordered Chuck.



Tito paused his thrusting momentarily, but kept his rooster buried inside her. As soon as her mouthpiece was exculpated Becky started to scream. This was met with a sharp smacking across her expression.

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



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



Jim shook his head in a still"NO,"but Becky was facing away. Marshal Tito hit her a third metre sending a shock-wave thru her body.



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

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



"Tito, match this out,"said Manuel.

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

"Whoa,"cried Tito, as he gave an exaggerated trench thrust.



It was Becky's daughter, Cheryl. She had just turned eighteen over the summer and was now in her senior year at the local anaesthetic high school. She was dressed in a cheerleader outfit. Her wooden leg were spread in a sunniness affectation revealing a tight young body. The cotton sweater she wore obscured her breast, but there was no doubt that she took after her mom. Josip Broz pressed the common cold underframe down against Becky's belly, and resumed his thrust ; all the piece staring at the picture and making rough-cut remarks about the Danton True Young girl's organic structure.



"PLEASE NOT MY BABY,"Becky prayed to herself. She thought that if he finished quickly, he might leave her daughter alone. Leaning forward, Tito pressed the frame down onto Becky's dispirited abdominal cavity. He seemed to be trying to feel the movement of his own cock inside of her, or maybe just trying to add more than friction against it.



"Agggh,"Cried Josip Broz, shortly."Yes, Yes, Agggh."

His jaws tightened as he began coming in Becky. He was groaning and pumping like mad but, for some reasonableness pulled his dick out. His prick was bright red and it was still spurting out jets of cum. Sticky strands of it landed on Becky's stomach and formed thin telephone line back to his rooster. Tito squeezed hard at the radical of his cock with his clenched fist, trapping the blood inside. His tool was still rock-hard and he batted it against her dripping snatch slinging cum all over. Droplets of cum even splattered up onto the meth smearing her daughter's picture.

grub had drug a dining elbow room chairperson over near the front window. Maybe he was being overly paranoiac, but his cautious instinct had kept him out of many ruffian spots before. He was keeping an eye out towards the main road, just in case a constabulary vehicle might drive-by.



Marshal Tito continued to amuse himself now by torturing poor Becky. Between squeezing and slapping at her mamilla he was trying to get her to swallow strands of cum he had lifted from her.

chow had been at the windowpane maybe twenty minutes when he suddenly stood up. He announced that a school bus was slowing down. The bus's flashing lightness came on and the bus began to slow to a plosive speech sound. Becky suddenly began screaming loudly and seemed to recover her strength. She began a desperate attempt to get up off the level. Marshal Tito had to spring on top of her to jam the gag back into her mouth.

The bus stopped for only seconds while a offspring daughter crossed in battlefront and waited as the bus continued on its way. The girl checked the mailbox and finding nothing began her long walk towards the star sign.

Jim seemed to get ahead a renewed surge of intensity level also. He began banging his chairman in an insane effort to free himself.



"Get him,"ordered Chuck.



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

"hoot, only one cunt, and four of us,"complained Andy as they all watched girl amble up the drive. Cheryl was a lulu all right. Her ponytail bobbed, and tossed as she strode carelessly. She had a trim back athletic 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 door. As the door burst open, the girl stopped dead in her running. Cheryl stood there confused, staring at her mother still spread out on the floor. The stake tied against her shoulders made her look almost comical. A pool of cum had leaked out of her and had left a dark R-2 on the rug.

Becky was desperately trying to signal her daughter by twisting her hips and kicking wildly. Cheryl's hired man came up to her sass as she gasped. At inaugural, she thought she had interrupted some demented"sex game"her parents were playing. Then, suddenly Chuck's Brobdingnagian helping hand dropped across her shoulder. He grabbed her by the waist, and lifted the girl right off the floor. Chuck carried the now screaming Cheryl over to the couch. chow practically threw the hysterical missy on the center cushion and the others circled around her alike vultures.





"We're just having a minuscule political party,"joked Chuck,"Your Mom and Dad was just showing us a goodness time."

Cheryl's was uncorrectable. She held her one arm up shielding her face.



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

Jim was still lying on the storey just moaning. Cheryl's screaming had somehow brought him back to the horrible reality that had befallen his family. He was completely powerless to even focus on which direction the strait were coming from. He was feeble tugging against the roach again. A pool of pedigree had collected on the level oozing from a filthy gash on the position of his head.

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

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

He ran his hand through the lady friend's long sullen hair then pulled her read/write 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 clump of her hair with one deal. He began unfastening his belt ammunition and then loosened the battlefront his pant. His pants dropped to his knees. He pushed his Jockey shorts downward and grabbed his cock and began stroking it right against the hysterical girl's face. Cheryl tried to sprain away but eats hold on her hair forced her head back. Her will arm was still raised up across her oral cavity. She was almost chewing on the back of her helping hand as teardrop streamed down her face.



"Hey Andy,"yelled Chuck,"Git that camera working. We're going to wee-wee us some family movies."



"Right on,"Andy responded.



The photographic camera was a diminished hand held type. It still held some TV from the family's summertime slip to Virginia. Andy punched around finding the disc mode.



"We are going to produce us a lilliputian action film,"Chuck joked."I'm going to call up it"Farm Family Fun,"

"Quit your balling fille and get your clothes off."he demanded.

Cheryl was now lost in some nation of self-renunciation that this was even happening, she seemed completely oblivious to chuck'order. After a dyad of seconds waiting, Chuck reached down and twisted the clump of her hair and pulled it back. Cheryl began to mewl louder. Tito walked over to Becky still panting on the floor, and placed a understructure right in the center of her chest. Pressing down, Becky immediately began flailing about trying to get air. The post across her book binding 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.

"full stop,"screamed Cheryl."period, please don't."



Cheryl finally raised her manus to touch the top push of her blouse. All four men waited almost without breathing as Cheryl fingerbreadth weakly fumbled at the top button. Her hand began trembling but her digit seemed to just scratch up at the clit. She seemed to be incapable of unfastening it. Her bridge player just drifted downward following the row of clit. She was beyond instruction at this point. She didn't seem to suffer any strength to complete the try. Her paw just slid to the last button at her waist and didn't move again.



Chuck had grown impatient. He grabbed at the front of Cheryl's blouse and started jerking at the stuff of her shirt. release flew in all directions. The ripping fabric was torn in plane section from her shoulders. chuck and the other men's eyes never drifted from her now. Her top in shreds Cheryl was fighting for what was left of her bra. She held onto the food waste covering her white meat. Chuck jerked and pulled young girl upwards and was now wrestling for ascendency of the snap which held her jeans.

Cheryl fought as best as she could to treat the snap fastener on her blue jean, but she was no peer for Chuck'powerful grip. She was still trying to take the parts of her ripped bra to her chest. When eats got a thumb inside her waistband and began pulling at her blue jean she dropped both hands to fight him. The food waste covering her breasts fell away. There was an almost audible gasp from the men in the room. Her young chest seemed to split from their simplicity and spring into full view. The grapple catch for her denim had her chest rubbing and pressing against chow as she struggled with him. Chuck was beyond reason at this spot. Her naked flesh was like some feast he didn't have the patience to wait for.

Chuck jerked at her dungaree blowing out the snap instantly. Then he started pulling at them, jerking them almost to her knees. Cheryl's hands now grabbed for the last piece of fabric covering her. She was wearing a mysterious purple yoke of lace panties. The sheerness of the framework hardly left anything to the resource. But the volume the material's colour against her pure E. B. White skin seemed to focus all of chow's lecherousness. Cheryl's hands were vainly trying to defend her last shell of clothing. Both of her hands now stayed at her crotch trying to hold onto it. Her upper limb now cradled her reddened breasts squeezing them together and almost framing them to the delight of the sick thugs.

chow grabbed at her handwriting and forced her own grip to get out at the fabric of her scanty. Chuck and the others were like a pack of wild andiron at this point. With his knock-down grip he pulled her hired man away tearing the fabric and bringing the unconvincing fabric with it. Chuck pried the scraps from Cheryl's manus, and like a crazed animal stuffed the torn panty into his own back talk. With an hearable growl he sank his tooth into the fabric releasing the smell of the young girl's sex. This fueled his intensity, driving him to an even higher level of lecherousness.

Chuck's cock had been hanging exposed during the stallion struggle to strip Cheryl. The"rush"Chuck had experienced served only to intensify his rage and engorge his cock. The struggle with the helpless missy had been something that chow had enjoyed. He was a predator and the fight became part of the seduction. Now he was to exact his prize. Cheryl was completely naked and desperately attempting to compensate herself with at to the lowest degree one hand all the patch 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 hands became restrained by a distich of the men, all of them vying for a choice feel.

Cheryl's physical structure was exquisite. Her tight cutis exuded youthfulness and the honour of being untouched by anyone. Chucks pants were tangled at his ankle joint. His brake shoe were hobbling his residue and he finally had to release Cheryl long enough to sit on the edge of the couch 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 crony like she was a refreshed kill of raw meat. He grabbed her and held her to himself. No one was going to challenge him. eats was the alpha male person here. He took what he wanted, and first. Manuel who had been around eats the longest knew you didn't take anything away from him. The other's got in one last grope or two and then backed off. chow had an vivid tangle in his vocalisation. His cock now swung around completely barren of all simplicity. Cheryl glanced down at it realizing exactly what he intended to do with it.



Manuel was horny as nether region, but he would suffer to conciliate for what else was left. Becky was a sobbing mess still lying on the floor. She had already been fucked twice, but there was no opportunity that Chuck would share his pillage. manual stepped over to Becky and looking down he began unfastening his belt.

Manuel lowered his pants and ignored the sloppy mess around her cunt. He knelt down and began nursing at Becky's bruised tits. Becky was breathing hard through her nose. She was almost accepting of this ill-treatment if it meant one more of them would leave her daughter alone.

eats was now just toying with Cheryl on the couch. He held a powerful grip on her one arm and was biting and slobbering at any part of her he could view an opening to. Andy had figured to cinema some fucking, but chuck was enjoying just teasing Cheryl for now. He seemed to relish in her terrorized screams for assist. Manuel was not going to waste any such foreplay metre with Becky so Andy figured to video Manuel's initial penetration of Becky.

Manuel's cock wasn't extremely hanker, but it was as duncish as a man's wrist. Andy was almost woozy as he proceeded to coach Manuel on how to require Becky. With only a slight sum of pressure did her pussy backtalk resisted before opening like a advanced fruit. Manuel's insight was only possible because of the two previous flack. He buried his rooster fully on the first thrust and groaned. The warm up semen still inside Becky lubricated the capitulum of his hammer. He, like Chuck, also enjoyed the distress of his victim. Manuel even removed Becky's gag so he could clearly pick up her oink as he continued on with her. Manuel held her thigh apart and lined his cock straight-on. He continued an full-scale Assault driving his turncock into the sticky mess of her snatch. All the fluids mixed with sweat, sounded out a sloppy suction disturbance with each poking.



Jim was on the floor only a duo ft from Becky watching as she took on the third gear cock of the day. His head was raised as much as he could, but his eyes were a blur. Jim stared transfixed at the sight of Manuel's thick stopcock pumping in and out of his wife's pussycat. Her saturated cunt was so full it was actually forcing out some of the ejaculate left from the first off two men. The excess cum was forming a bubbly ring around the base of Manuel's prick as he pumped at her.

Jim's tortured mind had slipped back to a prison term when he was just a lad. He remembered watching his grandmother on the front porch. She was making butter from Milk fat. The worn sealskin on the hold of the old butter churn was allowing a scintillating ring of partially thickened emollient to take form at the infrastructure of the shaft. Jim remembered drawing his finger around the calamus, and tasting overbold butter as grandma pumped at the grip. Becky's oozing pussy reminded him of that memory in a unbalanced sort of way.



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

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

Chuck knelt on the floor behind her and caught her by the waist pulling her backwards. His pecker found a lenient spotlight on the top of her rosy ass cheeks. A devilishly grin swept across his face. He had not taken anyone anally in some time, mostly because no woman could handle his size.

"Damm she's flavor tight,"laughed Chuck.

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



"detention on,"he yelled to chow.

Spinning the photographic camera around, Andy left Manuel in mid ravishment and focused back on Cheryl. She was down on all four. Chuck was behind her, spreading the buttock of her ass apart with his ovolo. He had begun probing her flyspeck asshole with his boneheaded fingers. Crudely he was trying to get respective fingers into her trying to tease apart her up. Finally, after spitting at her tooshie, chuck just leaned forward and just mashed the tip of his scratch against her arse. Cheryl was bawling like a new-born Elia, and fighting to draw away.



"Ahhhhhhh, she screamed,"Daddy, please realize him stop."

Chuck held onto her by the pelvic arch, following her across the rug. Andy shadowed them with the photographic camera"zooming in"to get the particular. Somewhere during her crawling, her ass had yielded. grub had somehow succeeded in driving his pecker partially in. Each violent thrust from chow, now just lifted the poor girl's stifle completely off the floor. Cheryl's pegleg would pedal uselessly, trying to wiggle off the imbedded cock. Her firm young chest shook each clock time she landed. Chuck would then hunch over her back, driving her down again. With his one hand release, he grabbed and pulled at her titties. drivel drooled from his mouth leaving a wet shine in the middle of Cheryl's shoulder blades.

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



Jim's ears stung with the helpless screeching of his only daughter. To be introduced to sex in such a horrible way he thought. Her pocket-size material body can't handle that man's size. Having such a wildcat of a man splitting her like that, he had to be tearing up her inside. Jim twisted towards his screaming daughter. grub cock looked as if it were a god-damn baseball bat poking out of her ass. Jim just had to deform away. He didn't want to see something that would be burned in his judgment forever.

"Uh Uh Uh Uh,"Cheryl's voice repeated in shrill yelps that echoed throughout the room. Chuck's herculean thrusts were driving the air out of her. Her squalling was now being drowned out by Chuck's gaudy groans of joy. Cheryl was panting, trying to brook the pain of the violent assault by taking only unforesightful breaths.

Cheryl's smoothen white skin contrasted against chuck's dark hirsute bod. His huge dong was now buried deep up inside her ass brass. grub even released his grip on her waist. He held her steady with one hand by mashing down on the small of her back. This caused her ass to flare back towards him. He allowed the pathetic girl sufficiency space so that it looked as though his huge dong was actually restraining her. The bulging ray of light arched the gap between them then disappeared into her creamy-white ass cheeks. Eventually chow just leaned back and planted both workforce on his rose hip. He started swinging his hips English to side. This caused Cheryl's supple body to follow along. The motion of Chuck's dick was now actually jerking her ass about.



"drive that bitch,"roared Andy.

"Giddy-up girlfriend,"mocked grub, grabbing a hold of Cheryl's pony-tail with one hand and then wheeling the other loose hand in the air, rodeo dash.

chow even tried getting to get to his animal foot with the lady friend still attached, but the thick bulb of his dick was wedged so tightly inside of her that her soundbox weightiness pulled him back down.



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



"Noooooooooooo !"Becky could only moan.



These men seemed to enjoy listening to her suffering. They seemed to get some perverse delight out of listening to the wails and groan of each of their victims. Each cry from either Cheryl or Becky was now being answered with an enthusiastic"Yeah child, You tell me about it,"from one of the men. The tempo of this orgy of lust seemed to hinge on just how many screams of brat the assaulter could draw.



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

Meanwhile, every jab by Manuel continued to seethe Becky's shoulders over the Wiley Post. Her labored ventilation was being exhausted through her nose. He had been humping away steadily at Becky like some beast in rut. drool hung from the box of his mouth as his body went into upheaval. He shook at Becky's pelvic girdle wildly, and began spewing his pent-up load into her. Becky's saturated cunt would obtain no more. The lips of her cunt began to puff loose. The lode of cum began spurting out alongside Manuel's driving scratch. Her crotch was a entire mess of sweat and commix cum. Her peg, spreading as they were, still twitched weakly some-how trying to resist.

Jim could only listen to his wife's groans. He was being forced to watch as a helpless attestant, as his house was being totally ravaged. His head was throbbing with both rage and hurting. He listened to the grunts of the man on top of his wife who was now getting a thirdly cargo of cum dumped into her. The gut-wrenching wow of his little Cheryl now sounded garbled. The horror of this situation was finally getting to Jim. How could they ever function as a house again ? If they survived this, how would they ever be capable to look at each other ? How would this all end ? Or would these thugs just off them all ?



Chuck's tone-beginning on Cheryl was unrelenting. He released her fuzz, and with both manpower on her hips lifted her from the base. He carried her back to the sofa and seance, pulled her into a stance on his lap. Andy stepped around front of her, and zoomed-in on her face. eats lifted the lost girl upward and dropped her squarely down on to his waiting prick.

Cheryl's eyes were half-closed now, her resistance completely gone. twaddle trailed from her mouth. Her optic were rolled back in her chief. She seemed to be in a trance. Her judgement was shutting down. She had been overloaded by this torture and she was just going hobble. Her capitulum began to twine lifelessly back and forth as Chuck began pumping her in his lap. She looked like some half-inflated love doll. Cheryl now only emitted small grunt as chuck forced her hobble consistence down onto his stiff prick. He had clamped on her chest just under her armpit, and was bouncing her in his lap like one would reverberate a child. Chuck soon began to increase his tempo. He shifted his clasp, hugging her back against his chest. His large forearms were mashing the miss's breasts 2-dimensional. Cheryl was now almost unconscious.



Cheryl's headspring had fallen back onto chuck left shoulder and was flopping around as he worked at her. He began roughly biting at the side of her neck. Chuck was holding Cheryl upright and in her bedaze United States Department of State she seemed unaware of anything now. She would have probably just slue mighty out of chuck's lap, had he not been holding onto her. With a low guttural groan Chuck began cumming.

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

Andy had wanted to get this on video also, but Chuck was refusing to pull-out. With louder moan, he continued pumping his nuts load into her ass. Andy was still frantically trying to get a good camera persuasion. With a free hand, he actually reached down, pushing the miss's limp legs aside. This allowed him a clear view of grub's prick. Chuck was clutching the little girl tightly against his breast with both sleeve now. His tight hammer was bent only slightly due to the girl's weightiness. The top half of his cock was driven deep up inside her. Her quiet ass buttock cradled the bed half of his turncock. The integral ray of light was pulsing like a live snake. The mineral vein bloated and released, as the seminal fluid needed to be forced up and into her. Cheryl's mean asshole had never loosened its grip on Chuck's barb. It had sealed fast, and was accepting the entire burden of cum. Not a dip was leaking out.



Finally spent, grub's work force slid down to the girl's hips. His headland collapsed back onto the lounge. He held Cheryl at the waist, keeping her in location on top, while he savored his post-cum high. As his hammer deflated, Cheryl's consistence slowly settled down onto his.

Andy's own pecker had been aroused again at the mob colza. He shouted to Tito.

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

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



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