"Er, no. Not quite." Her lips trembled ever so slightly.
"You mean, not by a damn sight!"
"It is awfully big for a woman to swallow."
"Your daughter did pretty well. Not too stylish, but she got it all down."
Fabrianne felt a sudden chill and gathered her fur stole around her shoulders. There was comfort in its silken luxury. The horror of her situation was just settling in. With five horny men in the room, it might be days before they all tired.
Jesse grinned coldly. "We been poor all our lives," he said. "Got run off the farm back home. Damn banker took it when Pa took sick. Turned all that good bottom land into an apartment project and made a million. Dressed his fat wife in diamonds and furs. Gave his fat son enough to win away the girl I was supposed to marry. Dolled her up the same way. God, you can't imagine how I hate the sight of a classy woman with too much money to spend!"
Fabrianne whimpered and went to shrug off her luxurious stole as though it had suddenly turned blazing hot. But she couldn't. Jesse grabbed her wrists and crossed her arms in front of her chest. He bound them there with a length of rope, grunting each time he cinched a knot tight.
"I had nothing to do with what happened before," she moaned.
"No, but you're the same type. You'd cut out a man's heart for a diamond or a piece of fur."
He was dragging her off the bed and forcing her down to her knees. Then he got behind her, bending down with another rough piece of rope.
Jesse knotted the ends around her ankles and left about six inches of slack between. Fabrianne would be able to walk when he let her up, but only if she took very short steps.
"On a horse, we call that a hobble," he said. "Keeps a valuable animal from straying too far away."
"Is that what you think I am, an animal?"
"Yeah, but not one quite as good as a horse. I had a great one," he mused. "A Tennessee Walker. You know the breed?"
"No," Fabrianne said fearfully. The man seemed to be growing more demented.
"Don't matter. Lost her along with the farm. The banker's fat son rides her too."
"I'm sorry," she said bleakly.
"Not me anymore. I've had a lot of brides since then. My brothers and me grab at least one in every town. Worked our way clean across country that way. Blondes, brunettes, redheads… Lord, I plain can't remember them all. But this is the first time we ever caught us a mother-in-law."
Fabrianne felt faint. She sighed and pitched forward. She'd have fallen, but Jesse snagged a handful of silver-blonde hair and yanked her head up.
"Suck my cock, woman. I gotta lot of gettin' even to do!"
CHAPTER TEN
Jesse stood before her, adjusting the elegant fur stole so that it covered her bound wrists. He clamped his hands on her shoulders, fingers hooked deep into shimmering blue fox. His grip hurt her shoulders and made her moan.
The feel of silken luxury seemed to keep his smoldering rage aglow. It also kept his angry cock hard. That twitched before her eyes, the gorged head radiating lewd heat of bitter lust.
Fabrianne felt sick. She was used to tantalizing men and using her sly charms to get what she wanted. She teased and made men beg for her. She coaxed them to buy her expensive presents, to take her to the finest restaurants, on trips to elegant hotels.
But now she had no power at all. She'd been humbled and shamed in the most humiliating ways and still they weren't satisfied.
"What more can they do?" she murmured to herself. "What else can they take from me?"
Jesse's ears were keen as his lewd grin. "Everything," he said. "And when it's done, you can tell all your friends you were robbed by the brothers Frank and Jesse James."
"And me too. Don't forget Cole… your younger brother!" Cole chimed in.
Fabrianne shuddered, her wrists crossed and bound beneath her stole. Cupped hands held her own tits. They felt cold, the sharp nipples stiff with fear. She began to squeeze them gently, trying to stir some warmth in her body for what she knew she would have to do.
Jesse thrust his cock at her mouth, prodding her parted lips. She groaned, not ready yet.
"I envy Rob having a mother-in-law like you. When you come to visit, he can fuck you and then his wife. You and your daughter will have to fight for his cock."
She sighed in disgust. Jesse pumped his stiff cock at her again. Her lips parted more and her tongue wagged out. Might as well get started. If she didn't please him, he'd only abuse her more.
Fabrianne curled her tongue and teased it around his cockhead. She wiggled it across his cum-slit. She snuggled her lips and sucked on the fleshy knob, stroking the tender and underside.
Jesse felt a warm rush of pleasure that weakened his rage. A woman made to be submissive was sheer delight for him. She sensed that and couldn't resist him anyway. With wrists bound and her ankles hobbled, she'd been reduced to being his slave.
She rolled her tongue into a fleshy wet trough and rippled it along the underside of his cock while her lips pulled him in. Fabrianne nibbled expertly, pausing to savor the pulsing heat of each bulged vein before her lips reached to swallow more.
Jesse's cock throbbed, swelling in her sleek throat. She rocked back and forth on her knees, taking in more hot meat each time she pressed forward. Her hands fondled her own tits, her thumbs whirling to make her nipples tingle delightedly.
He kept his hands on her shoulders, jerking her back and forth when she didn't move fast enough to please him fully. She groaned then. His rough pushing and pulling made her dizzy. It added speed to the throat-filling force of his rigid prick.
Silky fur brushed his naked thighs when he hauled her forward. Jesse liked that. He liked the snug warmth of her lips even more. He took to pushing her back slowly.
"Suck harder, you slinky slut! If you lose your grip on my cock, I'll whip your haughty ass!" he snarled.
Fabrianne cringed, sucking so hard that she collapsed her cheeks around his cock. He grunted sounds of pleasure and pushed until she could only cling to his cockhead in frantic desperation. Then he yanked her forward with all his brutal strength.
Her soft lips smashed into his wiry mat of cock-hair. Her throat filled suddenly and heaved with retching motions. He enjoyed that too.
"I hope you choke on it," he said.
Fabrianne could only babble strained sounds of forced pleasure and wet noises of distress. The violent yanking back and forth had rattled her brain. Jesse's fierce lust both terrified and delighted her.
His was the biggest cock she'd ever sucked and that pleased her. But there was too much coming in to her too fast. Her throat muscles writhed. She felt her pussy heating up again as warmth seeped down.
Her thumbs whirled faster around her own nipples. She was going to cum soon. Fabrianne could feel it, the slow building pressure of a delightful climax. She began to coo and purr instead of groaning.
Jesse sensed the change. He slowed the violence of his demanding hands and enjoyed pushing into her more deliberately, letting her excite him wildly with her tongue and sucking cheeks. His breath came in quick gulps. Then he didn't breathe at all.
He tensed and stood rigid, his cock throbbing in her throat. His back arched, forcing in the last possible fraction of an inch. Then he roared and let it fire. Creamy goo sprayed her throat and stuck like plaster on a wall.
Drawing back, he gave her a shot that slithered all over her tongue. Then he rammed his cock deep again, gliding on the silver-white flow. Fabrianne gulped down another volcanic blast, catching the rhythm and sucking hardest just before each spurt. Then she relaxed just long enough to gulp it down.
The quantity of his cum amazed her. Some men would have had little more to give, but Jesse had plenty. It soon filled her throat, still rising, salt-sweet and creamy smooth.