Jane spun around and blurted, "No! Not that!"
"Whatsa matter?" Abe chided. "You afraid he might like her more than you?"
"You sick creep, you perverted… " she hissed.
"Look who's talking! I saw how you loved fucking your brother! Incest is sick! You're just as perverted as I am!" Abe barked.
"Dammit!" Jerry yelled. "Everybody shut up!" His eyes went narrow and he fumed, "No one's doing anything, because we're getting the hell outta here, Abe. It's time to split."
Tim's head bobbed up, his eyes showed relief. Jane gave each man a puzzled stare as they eyed each other. "Horseshit," Abe said in a low voice. "You can go right now if you want but I'm sticking around. I ain't had so much fun in years."
"It might be your last," Jerry reasoned. "If we stay in one place too long they're bound to catch up with us."
"Not here. Not way up in the middle of nowhere. This is the safest place we can be… and the most enjoyable too."
"Do what you want," Jerry flatly stated. "But after I eat I'm leaving." He turned to go to the bathroom.
"Just eat? Breakfast, or your little cunt here?" Abe mumbled with amusement. Jerry closed the bathroom door.
Jane silently turned to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs. A feeling of dread was coming over her, for some reason she couldn't put her finger on she was scared more than ever. Now that they were going to be alone with Abe it seemed different; Jerry had a restraining influence on the gross animal. What would Abe do once he had them all to himself?
Timothy stared down at his now limp cock, splatters of cream from Jane's thrilling pussy were on his red pubic hair, Abe's sperm, Abe's filthy jism. Then he felt the chair moving as Abe tugged it over to the table. The big man tied Tim's ankles back to the chair legs then undid his gag.
"I'm going to undo your arms, boy. So you can eat. But I'll keep your legs tied and this noose around your neck just in case you decide to be a hero."
Abe looped cord around Tim's throat and tied it to the back of the chair. When he undid Tim's arms it was possible for him to eat but impossible to stand without choking. Tim stayed silent as he intently watched his nude sister labor at the stove. She prepared a breakfast for her mother and handed it to Abe.
"This is for my mom. Don't you think you should let her eat and go to the bathroom at least?"
"Uh… Oh?" Abe hadn't considered such niceties for Beth, but he decided Jane was right. He looked at the bedroom door, then said "Put it on the table. I'll take care of everything."
Abe waited until Jerry came out of the bathroom then said. "You keep your eyes on these two while I let mommy piss."
Jerry nodded. Abe entered the bedroom. After several minutes the door opened and Beth came walking out with Abe behind her. She glanced with sadness at her children, tears filled her eyes. But Abe shoved her and she stumbled forward, Tim tried to jump up and the choker tore at his throat.
"Sit down!" Abe snarled.
Beth sobbed then whimpered to Jane and Tim, "I'm sorry…"
Their faces were ashen as they saw their mother herded like a pitiful lamb across the room. Then they saw Abe's guarantee that she didn't try to run, he held a broomstick in his hand and kept prodding her ass, sticking her when she slowed, goosing her while snickering happily to himself.
"Can't you stop him?" Jane asked Jerry after Abe entered the bathroom with Beth.
Until now Jerry had seen little concern for Beth in Jane's eyes or actions. But it was obvious she did care, she had been hiding it to keep them from turning it on her. He shrugged. "What can I do? Get in a fight with him over a bunch of strangers?"
"Strangers?" Jane cried. "After what we did? After the way I treated you? You know something real crazy, real stupid? I liked you! I really tried to understand your problems and not judge you too harshly! I thought you were a man!"
"Aw, cut it out…"
"But you're not! You're less of a man than that fat friend of yours! He's sick and disgusting but at least he doesn't crawl off with his tail between his legs when things aren't going his way!"
Jerry's fist pounded down on the table. "That's just it! Things are going his way! And I don't want to go along! He's dumb! He thinks he's out of prison for good, that they'll never catch him again! That's bullshit! They'll get him and they'll get me too! It's only a matter of time!"
"So" she asked. "What does that mean!"
"It means I have things I want to do before they get me. I can't waste any more time playing around here! He believes he has all the time in the world… who am I to stop him? If he wants to be stupid that's fine with me. As long as I get done what I have to do."
Her brow furrowed. "What's that? What's so important that you have to get done?"
Jerry frowned and scratched his head. Then said softly, "I have to kill a man."
"What?" she breathlessly asked. "Why?"
Tim was staring at Jerry, wondering, questioning. What was driving this seemingly compassionate man, this man with his mission of murder?
"Because he's the man who made me kill my wife. The sonofabitch who turned her into a common whore"
Jane sat down and pushed the hair from her face as Jerry continued with his story. "I was in the service… hell, I was gone less than a year. I got leave a couple of times and saw the changes in her. I didn't like it but what could I do?"
"Was she having an affair?" Jane asked.
"Hah! If it was just that! An affair I could have handled. No, it was more than that, much more."
"More?"
"The bastard was feeding her dope, stringing her out… it didn't take much time to hook her, apparently she loved the stuff. Then he turned the tables on her. If she wanted her stuff she had to screw for it… not just him… but anybody he told her to. He used her as a prostitute, put her to work, changed her from the wonderful girl I married into a hollow-eyed streetwalker in less than a year."
"How terrible," Jane said.
His eyes closed with pain and Jerry replied, "It was."
"Couldn't you help her? Wasn't there any thing you could do?"
"I tried. But I was fighting something stronger than both of us. One night she attacked me in a rage. I killed her… I didn't want anyone, especially that bastard, to ever touch her poor, ruined body again."
There was a long, heavy silence before Tim spoke up. "You got sent to prison for that?"
"I got life."
"But you were right," Tim's words made Jane look at her younger brother with a new kind of respect.
"No, I wasn't. But this time I will be. I'm gonna finish my job… I'm gonna get that filthy creep and make sure everyone else's wife is safe."
"You better eat," Jane said. "And there are some of my father's clothes in the closet… you can change into them."
"And take my car," Tim offered. "It's hard to drive but it really flies when you want to go fast."
Jerry smiled at the compassionate kids, but before he could answer them the bathroom door flew open and Abe prodded Beth to the table. She sat down and kept her eyes on the floor.
"Okay, folks," Abe announced. "Right now we'll have ourselves a little family-style breakfast." He looked around and saw the serious faces, felt the heavy stillness. With a grunt he sat down and snorted, "Let's go! Get the food on the table! We need nourishment before the family-style games!"
Chapter 8
Jane cooked and everyone ate in silence. Except Abe. He didn't speak but he wasn't silent. His chomping mouth never closed on the chewed food, his fork scratched restlessly on the plate, his coffee was taken with noisy slurps, and after pushing his empty plate to the middle of the table he concluded with a loud burp.
"Your daughter's quite a little cook," he mentioned to Beth as she blankly sipped coffee. Abe didn't seem to care about her trancelike state and kept talking. "Yep, a good cook and fine lover. You musta had her take dance lessons or something… something to make her that well built and gymnastic… "