"Enjoying yourselves?" Harlan taunted. "Nice day. Good day for a party. Me and the young 'uns decided to save you some gas. You can have your party right here. No need to drive all the way up to Carver Lake. That's why we brung your fancy yellow car up here to the farm, so you can party without worrying about your poor car abandoned out there on the highway. We'll be partying shortly, soon as we take care of a few chores. The young 'uns is working like a pack of corn huskers so they can get done quick and begin partying. Well, take it easy now, and don't fret. We'll all be by shortly to commence partying."
His rough fingers closed around Jenny's nipples, and he pinched hard. She swore at the top of her lungs, but the words never sounded, absorbed by Harlan's rotted sock.
"Calm down," Harlan said. "I know you can hardly wait, with your itchy clit. Just rest easy. Ain't you never heard of work before pleasure? I know you're dying to suck my cock, but you've gotta wait. All there is to it."
Harlan farted, a huge stinking fart. Unbearable. Jenny visualized herself turning green. She closed her eyes and held her breath. When she opened her eyes again and strained for air, Harlan was gone, but his horrible fart still hovered around her head. Jenny wept. She hadn't cried since she'd been a small girl, but she cried now. That man was an animal. She had never been so humiliated. If she ever got away from this place alive, he'd pay for this. Her revenge would be infinite and everlasting.
What a deceptive devil this man Harlan was! He'd been a gentleman, bowing and smiling worse than any of the suckers in town, the men she and Lynn had enticed into bed for the purpose of blackmail. The irony had been that those suckers had treated them like princesses, had wined and dined them, had made passionate love to their pubescent bodies, and in the process these men had been damning themselves, had been setting themselves up for unending blackmail. On the way to the farm in the pickup, Jenny had seen in Harlan the ultimate sucker, the ultimate ass-kissing male. The man had appeared to be as tickled as a peasant in the presence of his queen. He was a psycho. Jenny imagined herself now as the stupid little girl who had accepted candy from a stranger and ended up – it was too horrible to even think about that now.
The sun rained down like acid. The breeze kicked up dust and whirled it up Jenny's nose. The air smelled of pig shit. Flies continued to land on Jenny's sweaty body, making her flesh itch. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself away from this place, willing herself up at the party at Carver Lake, a can of cold beer in one hand, a cigarette in the other, she and Lynn surrounded by a few dozen worshipping young males, young males with rich parents and big cars. The sexual tension in the air would be enough to make the boys cream, but she and Lynn would choose only two lucky boys to lick their asses tonight. They'd choose the cream of the crop. Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith only accepted the best – the richest, the handsomest. Everybody knew that. Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith stood on top, the envy of every female in town, the perfect and rarely obtainable fruit desired by every last male in town. They were Cleopatra and Salome. They were Goddesses. And Jenny was the golden Goddess, the most desired of the desired. All bowed to her.
"I want this one," came the cracking pubescent voice. "Wow, she's got better tits than Ruby."
The little monster, brown as a jungle savage, scampered on his hands and knees in the dust. Jenny saw his turquoise eyes glint in the sun like the gemstone eyes of a pagan idol. His white teeth flashed, and he panted like a dog and sat back on his heels grinning at her. He was filthy with sweat and the smell of hay and manure. His cock was the largest Jenny had ever seen. His prick stood halfway up his belly, beating his muscle ridges with its apple-sized prickhead.
At least it's circumcised, Jenny thought. If I have to suck one of the filthy things, let it be his.
"Hold off there, boy," came the thick voice of Harlan. "You and Tyler get the other one first. Me and Seth are particular to this blond one."
"But, Pa!" the boy whined.
"But nothing. Do as we discussed or get to work on the chores we ain't finished yet."
"Oh, fuck!" said the boy.
"That's what I'm aiming to do," Harlan said. "Just as soon as we get these pretty ladies untied. Oh, look how they's all sweaty and red-faced. They's raring to go. You can tell that." He caught Jenny's left nipple between his dirty toes and tweaked it.
Jenny moaned. She hated the man, but she hated even more the feelings his filthy toes squeezed through her tit. Her cunt contracted, and immediately fuck juice oozed out between her cunt-lips. It was unbearable – to get turned on by the toe-tweak of this gross, smelly old farmer.
"She's hot," the boy they called Seth said. He was standing over her, stroking her lips with his dirty toes. His uncircumcised prick, as mammoth as the youngest boy's and the old man's, flicked off a hot gob of precum, which glued itself to Jenny's nose like a drop of hot wax.
"Dang right she's hot," the old man said. "So let's get at her before she cools off."
Hands rough as the ground upon which Jenny lay began untying the ropes, horny fingernails gouging her flesh. She watched the uncircumcised cocks of father and son throb as the men freed her. The purple heads of both enormous cocks peeked out from their fleshy foreskins, both dripping precum like jellied sharks. The air reeked with the scent of uncircumcised cockheads, the rancid aroma overpowering even the horrid smell of pig shit. As the rough hands yanked the smelly sock out of Jenny's mouth, she gagged, then gagged again and again, but she vomited nothing. Her stomach was empty.
"Little sow's taken sick," Harlan said. "Likely not enough to eat. You know these city women, Seth, always dieting. Why we'll take care of that. Give her some good old cockmeat to chew on."
The old man was sitting on her tits now, staring down at her like the devil himself, and grinning at her out of his snarled gray beard. His teeth were yellow, his eyes a watery blue. Gray hair covered his belly and chest. His cock smelled worse than was imaginable, the slippery head of his prick beating off precum on her chin. In the background somewhere, Lynn was begging to be let go as Tyler and the little boy dragged her off. Jenny couldn't worry about Lynn now, though. All she could think of was the slimy cock rubbing her lips and cheeks, rubbing its terrible stink into her skin. The smell would be permanent in her flesh, like cum stains on her panties.
"Lick that hog," the old man growled. "Suck that hog clean."
Slimy precum covered Jenny's lips, seeping into her mouth. The smell of the old man's cock roared through her nasal passages like ammonia fumes, making her skull expand. She winced as if she'd been slapped across the face, and then, as if she'd been suddenly possessed by a demon, she licked the slimy cockhead, licked and kissed his prickhead, and her loins filled with sexual tingles. She was hot between the legs. Fuck juice oozed out of her. She hated the old man more than she had ever hated anyone in her life, but she took his cock into her mouth and began cleaning his filthy prickmeat, infuriated that the touch of his cockmeat to her lips should fill her with such a crude lust, detesting herself for savoring the rancid cheesy flavor while she swallowed scrud and precum eagerly.
"That's it, girly," Harlan said. "Work your pretty tongue between the head-meat and the foreskin. Clean it all out in there. I ain't had a good head bath in quite a spell. Now, that feels downright pleasureful."