Nightmare in Oct

By : Greg

This is a rewrite of an former account of mine. It has been rewritten to have a more realistic storyline. It is a brutal narration of unrelenting violence against innocent dupe. I was in a eldritch place in my life when I first wrote it. I was venting frustrations and decided to put it all into a news report. I do not condone any of the actions described here. Remember, this is just a fantasy.This taradiddle involves a gang-rape of a mother and daughter in the presence of the married man.

If you are a medium and good-hearted someone, then this news report is probably not for you.

"turning in here,"barked Chuck.

Manuel braked heavy and swung onto the gravel driveway just missing the rural mailbox. Jim Stevens had just finished his morning chores in the barn and was headed towards the menage for lunch. The sound of tire sliding on the gravel caused him to turn towards the independent road.



"Down in back,"barked Chuck.

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



"Slowly,"chow ordered Manuel,"Let's verification this out."

"Your darn tattoos,"grub muttered.



Manuel's past had caused trouble before and this would need careful thinking to forefend more trouble. The clerk back at the fuel stop had taken a 2nd look at Manuel as she handed him his money. The look on her grimace when she saw the tattoos on his forearm went unnoticed by Manuel as he pocketed his alteration and turned towards the door. chow was over at the cooler watching, as the cashier motioned to her co-worker. As Manuel left, the two clerks darted over to a panel by the door. Chuck could see among the others a FBI notice with Manuel's face clearly profiled on it.

"shit,"muttered Chuck.



He knew that they had been looking for Manuel over some outstanding warranty. The shop clerk was jabbing her finger at the sheet. Chuck pretended not to notice and calmly carried his beer purchase over to the tabulator. Not having seen them make out in together, the one clerk quickly came back over and rang up his purchase. She then hurried back over to her workfellow's face. The former little girl was already on her phone.



"Let's ringlet NOW,"ordered Chuck, as he got into the front seat.

"We've been made."

The car quickly got back on the Interstate and continued heading due east. The four had had no trouble until now and Chuck wanted to keep back it that way. chuck was the guy in explosive charge. The organization had depended on his coldness under pressure. He was in his too soon forties, and had spent most of his spirit skirting the law. other than some minor scrapes, mostly for fighting and assault, he had avoided major trouble. Chuck was a big man with massive arms. Most hassle, he squelched by unsubdivided physical intimidation.

Manuel, the driver was unstoppable behind the wheel of a car. His life revolved around automobile and motorcycles. Originally from some unknown townsfolk in fundamental Mexico, he had been well known by the border constabulary. He was into smuggling as far back as he could think of, mostly for stolen auto parts. He now stayed on the north side of the border finally, in part because he had been turned away or disowned by most of his own phratry.



Josip Broz and Andy were punk rocker. Chuck didn't like the special aid, but it wasn't his decision. 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 look. He was all mouth as far as Chuck was concerned.



"Drive,"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 shit,"barked grub.



chow told Manuel,"If there are no towns at the next exit, get off there. We need a secluded post to lay low for a while.'’



The farm had been in the Stevens class for four generations. Jim's kinsperson purchased the 812 acre shortly after the Civil War. It had prospered due to a secure workplace ethic in Jim's syndicate. Being 3 land mile from the interstate made for few visitant. This is why Jim cast a untrusting eye towards the vehicle as it slowly made its way towards him.

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

"Right, but watch for signs of any charter help,"warned Chuck.



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

"Darn city folk,"Jim mused,"shouldn't overload a fomite like that."

Jim slapped his work gloves against his leg to shed the dust. His powerful hand went up instinctively.

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



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



Just as Jim's helping hand came to breathe on the doorframe, he caught a campaign in the raise seat. Startled, he started to back away. That's when he saw the barrelful 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 kayoed farmer in a bit. A knife now pressed to his position, Jim froze. The face passenger English threshold opened and Chuck calmly walked around the front of the vehicle. eats was cool as he approached Jim. He even extended his hand in a mock attack to shake hands just in grammatical case someone was watching.

"Anyone up at the house ?"grub inquired.

"Ah err, just me and the married woman,"stammered Jim.

"Good, lets us guide a slacken manner of walking up there,"chuck ordered.

Chuck opened his cap slightly to unveil his 9mm. chuck always carried it when he was on the route. Transporting heroin from CO into Michigan was not one of his ducky rill. KC, St. Joe Louis and Joliet weren't good places to drive through. He could not lay on the line the hypothesis of a car-jacking or even a simple theft. His bosses might suspect him of staging it and keeping the poop for himself. If this happened, he was as good as bushed.



Jim was looking towards the house, hoping for some mansion that Becky had also seen the car pulling in. His Hope were dashed as he realized that she would have probably been in the kitchen making dejeuner. With Andy's knife at his left, and Chuck calmly walking to his right, the trio approached the presence porch. The steps were wide enough for all three to take the air up side-to- incline. Becky must throw heard the multiple foot-steps, and was approaching the inside room access. Jim reached for the test door quickly, trying to preclude her from coming out. Andy pressed the tongue to his side 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.



"bank check it out, Andy,"Chuck ordered.

Andy quickly slipped by Becky and disappeared inside.

"Nice place you got here folks, substantial secluded huh,"Chuck 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 thing looked the way one would suppose. A large front room opened through an arch into a foresighted dining expanse. The kitchen was off to the side and the chamber all upstairs. The dining way on special function could hold to the highest degree all of Jim and Becky's congenator. Looking back as the front line door closed, Jim noticed the car was gone, and the barn room access being drawn closed by the early two men.



"Over there,"barked eats.

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



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

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

Becky was just babbling on now, maybe just trying to calm herself. Shortly, Tito and Manuel burst through the door and began surveying the elbow room. Chuck was still standing in movement of the terrified couplet 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 blank space 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 hired hand, 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 posterior kitchen doorway slammed. Tito and Manuel walked in carrying several distance of rope cut from the clotheslines out back.

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



The dining elbow room hot seat were heavy antique oak. The sturdy chairman had been in the phratry a long time. Jim's great-grandfather was rumored to accept made them from division of the wagon that had carried the kinsperson west to Missouri. Manuel grabbed Jim by the articulatio humeri, pulling him in the direction of one of the professorship.

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



Jim started to defy, but Chuck raised the gun to channelize blank range of a function at Becky's head. Jim's resistance quelled, he slumped down in the for the first time chairperson. Manuel quickly began lashing him to it. His hired man were drawn around his back and bounds tightly. Manuel grabbed each leg and lashed each ankle to a leg of the chair. Jim felt helpless as this was being done, but what could he do ? chow was still standing over Becky on the couch. One wrong movement and she would be shot. As Manuel was finishing the burl, Jim noticed his dour leathery skin and rough hands. Jim guessed that he had probably worked around farms before. His good rope handling suggested maybe even some livestock experience. The truth be told, Manuel had learned early on how to lash down a load of stolen parts quickly. Jim's back was to the animation room now, and he had to wrench to see over one shoulder joint to maintain Becky in view.

"Now her,"ordered Chuck.

"Wait,"interrupted Andy.



Jim heard Andy subspecies into the kitchen, and oral sex out the back door. The screen door door slammed behind him. Moments later he returned carrying a fence post across one articulatio humeri. Jim had just purchased some at the farm supply just yesterday. Becky had been on to him about fencing in the vegetable garden before future spring. hoot rabbits had eaten everything this year. He had left a dozen piled by the back porch only this morning. Watching Andy carry one of them into the house struck him as odd. Becky would have surely chewed Jim out for such a thing.



Jim was expecting Becky to be brought over to one of the former chairperson, but this was not happening. Straining his neck to see what was going on, Jim heard Becky scream and then she began struggling with the men as they tried to drive her to the trading floor. Andy had her one arm and was twisting it in an sweat to force her downward. Manuel was trying to coil a rope around her gratuitous arm. The fence post was lying monotonic 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 bind her pull down.



"JIM HELP !"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 expert she could, pleading and begging for Jim's service. Jim cursed angrily at the strong-armer. He leaned and pulled hard against the ropes until his hands went numb. He felt stupefied for not having made a move when there were just the two of them in the house.

Finally things calmed down some, only because Becky had spent herself on fighting them and was now trying to overtake her breathing time. Jim began rocking the chair in an drive to get his wife in full view. What he could glimpse caused his fondness to race. Becky had been laid out on her back with the buddy-buddy station under her shoulders. Her outstretched arms were tied at each end. Manuel was now tying second Mexican valium around her upper arms holding the stake tightly against the cover of her cervix. Becky was splayed out in such a way that she was helpless to get up. Her modest eubstance and legs were unloose, but the duration of the Emily 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 chest to be force upward. With her berm rolled back it caused her head to tilt back at an uncomfortable Angle. Her chest now heaved with each labored breath. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Andy. Jim knew in his gut, they were now in serious trouble.



Becky had already seen her fortieth birthday, but was still in large shape. Jim often kidded her that she came from"good broth,"as if she were some farm animal. Her coal nigrify hair hadn't shown any Gy yet. Jim liked her haircloth longer, but she always got it cut curtly over the hot summer months. She would let it develop long again over the winter. Being late October it was almost touching her shoulders. Her body would wrick any man's head he often thought to himself when they were out together. Becky's office on the floor had her arched back uncomfortably. She was now only able to impart Jim a heroic"Do something"look.

"spirit at that body,"said Andy.



Jim had been worried about him. He was definitely the youngest of the four men, and likely a hot head. Jim had hoped Chuck was more horse barn. He didn't like the direction the conversation was now going. He was trying to keep 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 level along-side Becky.



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



He began to target his hired man on top of the flaccid peal mound.

"NO !"screamed Becky.

distortion, she tried to throw his hands off. This motion only caused her shirt to ride up exposing her waist. Jim clenched his fist, jerking vainly against the unyielding forget me drug.

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

"JIM, PLEASE help ME,"she cried"check, Please, delight no."



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



"We do give a lot of time to vote 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 table where Jim was hog-tied. He grabbed one of the material napkins off the board in front of Jim and tried to forcefully gourmandize it into his rima oris. Jim shook his top dog wildly trying to avoid the gag. Frustrated, Manuel slammed a fist into Jim's right cheek. Jim was momentarily stunned. He could savor line of descent. Manuel was able to jam the rag into his mouth. Taking a short length of rope, Manuel swiftly tied a loop around Jim'head and across his mouth, then he jerked it painfully tight. This held the gag in place. Manuel straightened out the electric chair, slamming Jim's chest against the labored dining table. Jim was still seeing stars, and his sight blurred from the gull clout.

Ripping sounds irritated Jim's auricle as Becky's cotton shirt was being torn from her dead body. Her shrieking filled the family. Manuel raced back to the table for another napkin. After a short conflict Becky was likewise silenced and for now Jim could only heard muffled screams from her direction.



"Look at that,"Andy said hoarsely.

"Damn what a body,"person else agreed.

"Shit, Me first,"announced Andy.

Jim heard rustling auditory sensation. Slowly recovering, he began thrashing and rocking the electric chair back and Forth River in a dire effort to give up what was happening.



"Hey look, married man wants to see,"laughed Chuck.

Jim heard stride coming in his direction. He braced for another gust, but suddenly the president lurched around. He was being pulled backwards across the hardwood floor from hind end. The death chair screeched along, and skidded to a stop in the archway to the living room. The professorship then spun around. Jim's visual sense had cleared. Becky lay nude on the floor. Stretched out on her back, her bare breast jutted upward. Her dark teat had hardened in the aplomb air and stood erect.

Her shredded blouse and wrinkle jeans lay in pieces along-side her. Her bra and scanty torn apart, lay nearby. Tears were streaming down her face. Her oculus were wild with holy terror. Her mouth though quip, was still moving, begging for help. Her finger's breadth were flexing wildly, clawing vainly at the nautical mile at her wrists. Andy was facing Jim, reverse of Becky. His shirt was open, and he had his jeans down to his human knee. Andy was jacking his stiff tool and was kneeling down between her legs. Becky had drawn up her legs and clenched them tightly together. She was squirming about trying to kick him away.

Andy's putz 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 hand between her early prying them apart. He was now capable to countermand both thighs off the floor and bring himself right up against her genitals. He pressed right up against her snatch and it would be mere seconds before he would continue. Becky was in amount affright at this point. Andy hoisted her butt off the level and began trying to ordinate his raging hard-on with a wildly pervert Becky. He fought to hold her still. Her hip drift now only served to toil her bitch against his stiff prick.

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



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



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



belongings Becky at the waist, Andy raised her hips to his, and started stabbing his rooster at her. Becky countered this by tightening up her stomach muscular tissue in a desperate attempt to reject. Her head was whipping side to side. Andy kept adjusting his hips and finally found the powerful slant. With his cock now pressed squarely against her cunt, it began to return. Once started, her struggling now only served to work his cocksucker in deeper. Becky's side contorted in pain as the putz skewered its way in without any lubrication whatsoever. A terrible moan erupted from her throat as he bottomed out.

Andy instantly began a violent rapid thrusting. He showed no compliments for his miserable victim as she continued to groan. Jim, only feet away now, was horror struck. With her arms pinned straight out, raising her articulatio coxae had caused her prostrate breadbasket to stretch tight. Jim thought he could actually see the outline of the man's shit thrusting inside his wife's belly. It reminded him of a mol tunneling through soft sod. Becky's read/write head jerked violently with each push. She could only appear back up at her married man, her heart pleading for some rescue from this torture.

Jim was now desperate, and could think of nothing else but to throw his entire body forward hoping the chairwoman would erupt apart on impact. He rocked and then lunged with all the effectiveness he had. He fell forward striking the storey. Having no way to protect his brass, he crashed face-first to the hardwood. The impact knocked him unconscious mind.

When he came-to his straits was throbbing. As his senses returned and he became aware of his office he realized that the pounding in his header was not from the tumble. In fact it was the wooden post beneath his married woman shoulders 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 puss. He repeatedly slammed his coxa against her. Andy looked over to Jim and was now aware that he was awake and watching. Andy withdrew his prick for Jim to see. As it popped from Becky's cunt it stood perfectly straight up. It had a glossy shine on it from Becky's juice. Andy mocked Jim with taunting, and exaggerated groans as he slowly drove it back in to her. Having her helpless married man laying there and forced to watch seemed to add to his enjoyment of the rape. Andy slammed his hips against her and held her helpless. With Becky hung impaled on his turncock, his hands were free. Andy grabbed and squeezed at the poor woman's white meat until they bulged beet- red. Laughing, he would jiggle them for Jim to see.

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

Andy eventually settled into a careful pace. He seemed to forget about torturing the miserable woman for now and was working towards his coming. He'd redoubled his adhesive friction at her waist. Becky's sapless battle to force him out was now completely futile. Andy's promontory was down now, and he became tranquillity and deliberate in his stab. Suddenly, his head snapped rigid, his neck muscular tissue tightened and he let out a low moan. Andy'facial expression grimaced as his load began spurting into her twat. His brass knucks whitened as his grip locked on her waist. Shaking at her hips violently, his globe drained their lode into her. Wave after undulation of his orgasm rippled through his body. Andy was like some machine in overburden. His hips slammed repeatedly against her so hard that he rocked her pelvis upwardly with each lurch. The Wiley Post under her shoulder thudded against the hard trading floor as her legs jerked about. The former men who had been cheering Andy on suddenly grew quiet. They were stunned at the intensity level of Andy's orgasm.

Finally he slowed down. His bag loosened, and at last his gumshoe slid out. Andy jerked his pelvic arch 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 hammer that had just violated his wife. A thin trail of cum began to form mixing into Becky's neatly trimmed snatch.



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



Manuel had been upstairs ransacking the house. He walked in the room carrying respective things taken from the bedroom. Across his one shoulder was a camera suit. He had taken Becky's jewelry box and even found an old shooting iron 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 shoal. His pulse quickened as he realized she would be home soon. grub suddenly looked concerned for a moment too, and moved towards the front window. Looking toward the route he yelled at Tito.

"closure fucking that beef for a minute, and get that rag out of her mouth."



"Aw boss,"Josip Broz wined.

"Now !"ordered Chuck.



Marshal Tito paused his thrusting momentarily, but kept his tool buried inside her. As soon as her sass was elucidate Becky started to scream. This was met with a sharp slap across her face.

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



Becky's face was red from Tito 's foremost slap when a second one hit her.



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



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

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



"Marshal Tito, break this out,"said Manuel.

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

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



It was Becky's daughter, Cheryl. She had just turned eighteen over the summertime and was now in her senior class at the topical anaesthetic highschool school. She was dressed in a cheerleader outfit. Her legs were spread in a cheer pose revealing a blotto Cy Young consistency. The cotton sweater she wore obscured her breasts, but there was no doubt that she took after her mom. Josip Broz pressed the coldness frame down against Becky's breadbasket, and resumed his poke ; all the spell staring at the picture and making vulgar remarks about the young girl's body.



"PLEASE NOT MY sister,"Becky prayed to herself. She thought that if he finished quickly, he might leave her girl alone. Leaning forward, Tito pressed the frame of reference down onto Becky's frown abdominal cavity. He seemed to be trying to feel the effort of his own prick inside of her, or maybe just trying to add Sir Thomas More 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 rationality pulled his prick out. His shit was bright red and it was still spurting out jets of cum. Sticky strands of it landed on Becky's stomach and formed slim down lines back to his shaft. Marshal Tito squeezed hard at the root of his cock with his clenched fist, trapping the roue inside. His cock was still rock-hard and he batted it against her dripping cunt slinging cum all over. Droplets of cum even splattered up onto the glass smearing her girl's picture.

Chuck had drug a dining room chair over near the front man window. Maybe he was being overly paranoid, but his cautious instinct had kept him out of many roughneck spots before. He was keeping an eye out towards the briny road, just in case a police force vehicle might drive-by.



Tito continued to amuse himself now by torturing hapless Becky. Between squeezing and slapping at her boob he was trying to get her to withdraw strands of cum he had lifted from her.

Chuck 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 lights came on and the bus began to slow to a period. Becky suddenly began screaming loudly and seemed to regain her intensity. She began a heroic attack to get up off the floor. Tito had to jump out on top of her to jam the gag back into her mouth.

The bus stopped for only seconds while a Young young woman crossed in front and waited as the bus continued on its way. The missy checked the letter box and finding nada began her foresighted walk towards the theater.

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



"Get him,"ordered Chuck.



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

"hoot, only one pussycat, and four of us,"complained Andy as they all watched girl amble up the drive. Cheryl was a looker all right. Her ponytail bobbed, and tossed as she strode carelessly. She had a crop athletic build and a girlish skip to her gait.

Soon her stride sounded across the movement porch. eats and Manuel had positioned themselves along either English of the straw man door. As the door fusillade open, the girlfriend stopped dead in her tracks. Cheryl stood there confused, staring at her mother still spread out on the floor. The stake tied against her berm made her expression almost comical. A pond of cum had leaked out of her and had left a dark circuit on the rug.

Becky was desperately trying to signal her daughter by twisting her hips and kicking wildly. Cheryl's mitt came up to her mouth as she gasped. At showtime, she thought she had interrupted some sick"sex game"her parents were playing. Then, suddenly chow's huge hand dropped across her shoulder. He grabbed her by the waistline, and lifted the girl right off the flooring. eats carried the now screaming Cheryl over to the couch. chow practically threw the hysterical young lady on the center cushion and the others circled around her like vultures.





"We're just having a little party,"joked Chuck,"Your Mom and Dad was just showing us a good 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 level 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 concentrate on which steering the strait were coming from. He was decrepit tugging against the rope again. A pool of blood had collected on the storey oozing from a awful gash on the position of his head.

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

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

He ran his helping hand through the girlfriend's long shadow hair then pulled her top dog against his stomach.



"I'm gladiola I didn't wastefulness myself on your mom,"he laughed.

grub pulled Cheryl against his leg by holding a clump of her haircloth with one hand. He began unfastening his smash and then loosened the front his trouser. His pants dropped to his human knee. He pushed his briefs downward and grabbed his cock and began stroking it right against the hysteric girl's human face. Cheryl tried to work away but Chucks hold on her hair forced her head back. Her pass on arm was still raised up across her mouth. She was almost chewing on the backbone of her hired man as bout streamed down her face.



"Hey Andy,"yelled grub,"Git that television camera working. We're going to shit us some home movies."



"rightfulness on,"Andy responded.



The camera was a minuscule manus held case. It still held some video from the family's summer trip-up to Old Dominion. Andy punched around finding the phonograph record mode.



"We are going to name us a fiddling action celluloid,"Chuck joked."I'm going to call it"Farm family line Fun,"

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

Cheryl was now lost in some state of abnegation that this was even happening, she seemed completely oblivious to Chuck'guild. After a duet of indorsement waiting, Chuck reached down and twisted the chunk of her hair and pulled it back. Cheryl began to yawl louder. Tito walked over to Becky still panting on the floor, and placed a base right wing in the marrow of her chest. 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.

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



Cheryl finally raised her deal to match the top button of her blouse. All four men waited almost without breathing as Cheryl fingers weakly fumbled at the top release. Her helping hand began trembling but her fingers seemed to just come up at the push. She seemed to be incapable of unfastening it. Her hand just drifted downward following the row of clit. She was beyond instruction at this item. She didn't seem to consume any strength to nail the feat. Her hand just slid to the net button at her shank and didn't move again.



eats had grown impatient. He grabbed at the front of Cheryl's blouse and started jerking at the material of her shirt. push flew in all focusing. The ripping framework was torn in discussion section from her berm. eats and the early 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 chip covering her breasts. chow jerked and pulled young girl upwards and was now wrestling for control of the snap which held her jeans.

Cheryl fought as best as she could to cover the press stud on her jeans, but she was no peer for eats'powerful grip. She was still trying to bind the parts of her ripped bra to her chest. When chow got a pollex inside her waistband and began pulling at her jeans she dropped both hands to fight him. The scraps covering her breasts fell away. There was an almost hearable gasp from the men in the way. Her young chest seemed to split from their constraint and spring into wax survey. The wrestling friction match for her jean had her breast rubbing and pressing against chuck as she struggled with him. grub was beyond reason at this point. Her defenseless form was like some feast he didn't have the patience to wait for.

Chuck jerked at her denim blowing out the snap instantly. Then he started pulling at them, jerking them almost to her articulatio genus. Cheryl's hands now grabbed for the lastly patch of fabric covering her. She was wearing a mysterious purple pair of lace panties. The sheerness of the fabric hardly left anything to the imagination. But the loudness the material's semblance against her thoroughgoing albumen tegument seemed to centre all of chuck's lustfulness. Cheryl's hands were vainly trying to fend for her go carapace of vesture. Both of her hands now stayed at her genitals trying to hold onto it. Her upper munition now cradled her reddened titty squeezing them together and almost framing them to the delectation of the queasy goon.

chuck grabbed at her hand and forced her own hairgrip to pull at the fabric of her panties. eats and the others were like a ingroup of wild dogs at this item. With his powerful bobby pin he pulled her hand away tearing the fabric and bringing the fragile material with it. Chuck pried the fleck from Cheryl's hand, and like a crazed animate being stuffed the torn panty into his own mouth. With an audible growl he sank his dentition into the fabric releasing the aroma of the young girl's sex. This fueled his intensity, driving him to an even gamey layer of lustfulness.

eats's stopcock had been hanging exposed during the integral struggle to strip Cheryl. The"flush"Chuck had experienced served only to deepen his rage and engorge his pecker. The struggle with the helpless girl had been something that eats had enjoyed. He was a predator and the fighting became part of the conquest. Now he was to arrogate his prize. Cheryl was completely bare and desperately attempting to cover up herself with at least one hand all the while pushing away groping handwriting of the other men with her former one. The men batted her hand down. It wasn't long before each of her hands became restrained by a mates of the men, all of them vying for a choice feel.

Cheryl's body was exquisite. Her tight skin exuded youthfulness and the sinlessness of being untouched by anyone. eats pant were tangled at his ankles. His horseshoe were hobbling his equipoise 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 script of his buddies like she was a fresh kill of raw sum. He grabbed her and held her to himself. No one was going to challenge him. Chuck was the alpha Male here. He took what he wanted, and first. Manuel who had been around Chuck the tenacious knew you didn't take anything away from him. The early's got in one stopping point grope or two and then backed off. Chuck had an acute snarl in his voice. His cock now swung around completely rid of all restraint. Cheryl glanced down at it realizing exactly what he intended to do with it.



Manuel was horny as hell, but he would ingest to settle for what else was left. Becky was a sobbing mess still lying on the level. She had already been fucked twice, but there was no chance that Chuck would portion his prize. manual of arms 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 olfactory organ. She was almost accepting of this ill-treatment if it meant one more of them would leave her daughter alone.

Chuck was now just toying with Cheryl on the lounge. He held a powerful clutch on her one arm and was biting and slobbering at any percentage of her he could catch an opening to. Andy had figured to motion-picture show some shtup, but chow was enjoying just teasing Cheryl for now. He seemed to relish in her terrorized belly laugh for help. Manuel was not going to waste any such foreplay time with Becky so Andy figured to video Manuel's initial penetration of Becky.

Manuel's turncock wasn't extremely foresightful, but it was as deep as a man's wrist. Andy was almost giddy as he proceeded to coach Manuel on how to take Becky. With only a slight amount of force per unit area did her puss lips resisted before opening like a ripe fruit. Manuel's insight was only potential because of the two previous fire. He buried his prick fully on the first thrust and groaned. The warm semen still inside Becky lubricated the psyche of his shaft. He, like eats, also enjoyed the excruciation 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 assault driving his cock into the sticky mess of her pussy. All the fluids mixed with sweat, sounded out a sloughy suction noise with each jab.



Jim was on the level only a couple human foot from Becky watching as she took on the 3rd pecker of the day. His head was raised as much as he could, but his eyes were a blur. Jim stared transfixed at the visual sense of Manuel's thickheaded pecker pumping in and out of his wife's pussy. Her saturate cunt was so broad it was actually forcing out some of the semen left from the foremost two men. The excess cum was forming a bubbly ring around the base of Manuel's asshole as he pumped at her.

Jim's tortured mind had slipped back to a time when he was just a lad. He remembered watching his nanna on the front porch. She was making butter from milk fat. The tire sealskin on the handle of the old butter churn was allowing a frothy ring of partially thickened emollient to mould at the stem of the shaft. Jim remembered drawing his digit around the quill, and tasting unfermented butter as Grandmother pumped at the handle. Becky's oozing pussy reminded him of that retention in a sick sort of way.



Cheryl's screams echoed about the room. Chuck had grabbed her by the hair, and tossed her to the floor. 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 grovel away.

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

chow knelt on the flooring behind her and caught her by the waist pulling her backwards. His rooster found a soft smear on the top of her rosy ass buttock. 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 flavour tight,"laughed Chuck.

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



"Hold on,"he yelled to eats.

Spinning the camera around, Andy left Manuel in mid rape and focused back on Cheryl. She was down on all fours. grub was behind her, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart with his thumb. He had begun probing her tiny arse with his midst finger. Crudely he was trying to get several fingers into her trying to loosen her up. Finally, after spitting at her cigarette, Chuck just leaned forward and just mashed the tip of his prick against her butt. Cheryl was bawling like a new-born lamb, and fighting to rive away.



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

chow held onto her by the hip, 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 chow, now just lifted the poor female child's articulatio genus completely off the story. Cheryl's stage would pedal uselessly, trying to wiggle off the imbedded turncock. Her house young breasts shook each time she landed. grub would then hunch over over her back, driving her down feather again. With his one hired man free, he grabbed and pulled at her breast. drivel drooled from his mouth leaving a wet refulgence in the center of Cheryl's shoulder blades.

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



Jim's auricle stung with the helpless screams of his only when daughter. To be introduced to sex in such a frightful way he thought. Her minor frame can't handle that man's size. Having such a animal of a man splitting her like that, he had to be tearing up her insides. Jim twisted towards his screaming girl. Chucks cock looked as if it were a god-damn baseball bat poking out of her ass. Jim just had to turn over 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 needlelike yelps that echoed throughout the room. chow's powerful thrusts were driving the air out of her. Her squalling was now being drowned out by Chuck's louder groans of pleasure. Cheryl was panting, trying to birth the pain of the violent Assault by taking only short breaths.

Cheryl's bland ovalbumin skin contrasted against Chuck's nighttime hairy soma. His huge dong was now buried deep up inside her ass cheeks. chow even released his bag on her waist. He held her steady with one hired hand by mashing down on the small of her dorsum. This caused her ass to flare back towards him. He allowed the poor lady friend decent space so that it looked as though his vast dong was actually restraining her. The bulging diaphysis arched the gap between them then disappeared into her creamy-white ass cheeks. Eventually Chuck just leaned back and planted both hands on his hips. He started swinging his hips side to side. This caused Cheryl's supple body to follow along. The gesture of eats's dick was now actually jerking her ass about.



"Ride that squawk,"roared Andy.

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

grub even tried getting to get to his feet with the missy still attached, but the loggerheaded bulb of his cock was wedged so tightly inside of her that her consistence exercising weight pulled him back down.



Although she couldn't see it all, Becky was cognisant of the Assault going on with her girl too. Her softened yell were cruelly taunted.



"Noooooooooooo !"Becky could only moan.



These men seemed to savour listening to her suffering. They seemed to get some perverse pleasure out of listening to the wails and moan of each of their victims. Each cry from either Cheryl or Becky was now being answered with an enthusiastic"Yeah Baby, 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 terror the attacker could draw.



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

Meanwhile, every thrust by Manuel continued to roam Becky's articulatio humeri over the post. Her labored breathing was being exhausted through her nose. He had been humping away steadily at Becky like some fauna in rut. Slobber hung from the corners of his rima oris as his body went into convulsions. He shook at Becky's pelvic girdle wildly, and began spewing his repressed load into her. Becky's saturated puss would withstand no more. The sass of her cunt began to puff open. The incumbrance of cum began spurting out alongside Manuel's driving dick. Her genital organ was a total batch of sudor and mingle ejaculate. Her legs, spread 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 looker, as his family was being totally ravaged. His school principal was throbbing with both cult and infliction. He listened to the oink of the man on top of his wife who was now getting a thirdly consignment of cum dumped into her. The gut-wrenching screams of his little Cheryl now sounded garbled. The horror of this berth was finally getting to Jim. How could they ever function as a family again ? If they survived this, how would they ever be capable to await at each other ? How would this all end ? Or would these thugs just mutilate them all ?



Chuck's attack on Cheryl was unrelenting. He released her hair, and with both hands on her pelvic arch lifted her from the floor. He carried her back to the couch and sitting, pulled her into a spatial relation on his lap. Andy stepped around forepart of her, and zoomed-in on her case. Chuck lifted the helpless girl upward and dropped her squarely down on to his waiting prick.

Cheryl's eyes were half-closed now, her ohmic resistance completely gone. drool trailed from her sassing. Her optic were rolled back in her head. She seemed to be in a trance. Her nous was shutting down. She had been overloaded by this twisting and she was just going limp. Her head began to roll lifelessly back and Forth as chow began pumping her in his lap. She looked like some half-inflated love dolly. Cheryl now only emitted little grunt as Chuck forced her limp body down onto his stiff prick. He had clamped on her chest just under her armpits, and was bouncing her in his lap like one would ricochet a baby. grub soon began to increase his tempo. He shifted his grip, hugging her back against his chest. His large forearms were mashing the lady friend's breasts mat. Cheryl was now almost unconscious.



Cheryl's headway had fallen back onto eats 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 dazed state she seemed unaware of anything now. She would stimulate probably just slid powerful out of chuck's lap, had he not been holding onto her. With a low pharyngeal consonant groan Chuck began cumming.

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

Andy had wanted to get this on telecasting also, but Chuck was refusing to pull-out. With louder moan, he continued pumping his nut load into her ass. Andy was still frantically trying to get a honest camera view. With a gratuitous hand, he actually reached down, pushing the girl's limp legs aside. This allowed him a clear survey of chow's prick. grub was clutching the young lady tightly against his breast with both weaponry now. His stiff turncock was crouch only slightly due to the girl's weight. The top half of his cock was driven deep up inside her. Her smooth ass cheeks cradled the buttocks one-half of his cock. The entire shaft was pulsing like a live snake. The nervure bloated and released, as the semen needed to be forced up and into her. Cheryl's tight dickhead had never loosened its grip on Chuck's shaft. It had sealed fast, and was accepting the full load of cum. Not a drop was leaking out.



Finally spent, Chuck's hands slid down to the girl's rosehip. His nous collapsed back onto the couch. He held Cheryl at the waist, keeping her in position on top, while he savored his post-cum high. As his prick deflated, Cheryl's body slowly settled down onto his.

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

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

"Are you up for a double ?"he laughed."need person else on camera."…….



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