Joe Bob lay there panting, his massive chest rising and falling and his monstrous cock hanging limp, still oozing cum. He, too, looked well fucked as his body glistened with hot sweat. The little pearly drops seemed to blanket his body hair.
"We'd better get back to the house, Joe Bob," said the girl as she slowly pulled herself to her feet. "Pa will be lookin' for us." She searched around, for her clothes.
"I'm still leakin' fuck-juice," moaned the boy as he sat up and then got to his feet. "My prick is still wet."
"I'll fix that," said Marylou as she knelt down in front of her brother. "Ummmmmmmmm! Mmmmmfffff!"
Erica could see the girl sucking the cum from Joe Bob's limp prick. She deepthroated his prick up to his nuts, her lips and gums sucking noisily. Then she spit out his milked cock and began licking the cum from his balls and cock hair. She soon had her brother clean and dry and looking very satisfied.
The two of them dressed themselves and headed for the door. Erica could see that the girl's tits were still swollen, for they strained at her tiny halter. She envied the young farm girl, but she also hated her at the moment.
"What about me?" shouted Erica. "Don't leave me!"
"You have to stay there until Pa decides what to do with you," said Joe Bob as they walked away.
CHAPTER SIX
Erica awoke in the middle of the night. She was shivering from the damp night air, and her wrists were sore from the ropes that bound her. The two oversexed kids had left her completely naked, and now she felt helpless and vulnerable.
The barn was dark and spooky. Erica could hear occasional sounds from the animals. She took some comfort from these sounds, for they reminded her she was not completely alone. She still feared for her life, however.
She made the best of her situation, using her legs to cover her naked body with straw to fight off the cold. Resting on her back with her big tits jutting upward, she thought about her captors. She wondered what they would do to her. She had already been raped by the boy, but it was Jasper she feared the most. She was sure he was capable of murder.
Suddenly, a noise at the door caught her attention. It sounded as if someone was lifting the latch. Then the door swung open for a second before closing again. She strained her neck as she peered through the crack between the boards of her stall. She was conscious of faint footsteps coming towards her in the dark, but she saw no one.
Then, as the footsteps grew closer, Erica could make out the form of someone small moving towards her. She wasn't sure who it was, but there was something about the way he or she moved that frightened her.
Instinctively, she crossed her long, shapely legs to hide her exposed pussy.
"Who's there?" she called out in the darkness.
"Stop your squawkin'. You wanna wake up the others?"
She then realized it was the old man. She could see his thin, wrinkled body as he entered the stall and knelt down beside her.
"What do you want?" she asked. "Are you going to free me? Where are the others?" She couldn't understand why he was alone. And she also couldn't understand why he was holding a chicken in his hands.
"I ain't going to hurt you, city woman," he mumbled through his rotten teeth. "I just want to have a little fun, that's all. Now keep quiet and you won't get hurt!"
The old man began rubbing Erica's creamy thighs while he held onto the chicken. It took him only a second to brush away the straw and expose the rest of her shapely body.
"What do you mean, keep quiet and I won't get hurt?" said Erica, outraged at the old man's impudence. "You get the hell away from me, you dirty old man." It was one thing for her to be raped by a huge brute who was much stronger than she was, but she was not about to allow this weak old man to fuck her. "Go on! Get the fuck away from me with that damn chicken!"
"All right, you bitch!" said the old man, rising to his feet. "You wanna play games! I'll teach you some games!"
Erica watched angrily as the old man set the chicken on the floor. Then her mouth fell open when he pulled the belt from his trousers. A frown covered his wrinkled face.
"Wait a minute!" said Erica, drawing up her legs.
"No! You wait!" said the old man, raising his arm.
The man brought the belt down hard on Erica's ass and hip. The thick leather tore into her flesh and sent burning shock waves coursing through her trembling body. Again and again the belt rose and fell, smacking her in the ass, the hips, and the thighs. The man showed no mercy as he beat her and pounded her into submission.
"Aaaaaaiiiiii! Eeeeeeoooooow! Stooooop! Aaaaagh! No more! No moooooore! Stooooooop!" howled Erica as the belt stung her. She tried to hide under the straw, but it did her no good. There was not enough straw on the floor to protect her from the burning leather belt. Her ropes further prevented her from escaping. She was completely at the old man's mercy.
"You bitch! You fuckin' city bitch! You came here to spy on us, but we caught you! Now we gonna have fun with you!"
The man whipped her continuously with his belt while she cowered on the floor of the stall. The belt cracked loudly as it tore into her. She was red all over and filled with pain. She was ready to do anything to get him to stop.
"Oooooooooh! Iiiiiiiiii! Okaaaaaaaay! Whatever you waaaaaaant! Please stoooooop! Stooooop!"
"That's better, bitch!" said the old man as he let the belt fall to the floor.
Erica lay in a heap on the straw, her body covered with bruises. She looked at the old man through tearful eyes. She saw him gather up another chicken and return to her stall. His baggy britches, beltless, were falling to his knees as he knelt beside her.
"What do you want with me?" asked Erica. "What are you going to do?"
"You'll see, city bitch! You'll see!" he said, pulling her legs apart. "Spread your pretty pussy, bitch!"
Erica was afraid to disobey. In her helpless condition, the man could beat her to death. She thought it better to do as he wanted. After all, what could an old man do to her?
As soon as Erica had spread her legs, the old man shoved the chicken into her blonde pussy. She was shocked at first as the old man forced the squawking bird into her pussymeat, its wings flapping wildly against her inner thighs. But as she watched the frightened bird lunging and struggling in the man's grip and felt its claws and feathers rubbing against her cunt-hole, her shock turned to disgust. It was obvious the old man was demented.
"That's enough, you crazy old fool!" Erica shouted. She had more disgust for the chicken than she had fear for the belt. "Get away from me! Get that fucking chicken off me!"
Suddenly, the old man tossed the chicken aside. He stepped out of his pants and crawled on top of her, his shirt still fastened.
"Ooooooooh!" gasped Erica as the old man's body replaced the chicken.
"Shit! You city women have such soft bodies! Well, I may be old, but I'm gonna fuck your big pussy. You can bet on that! Aaaaaaaaaagh! I feel my cock goin' in! Eeeeeeeeeee!"
Erica gasped as the old man's cock slipped into her wide open pussy-hole. She could feel his thin hands clawing at her big, juicy asscheeks, and she could smell his whiskey breath as he nibbled on her tits. She knew he was crazy, but she also knew that his cock was hard, and it was better than the belt or the chicken.
"Uuuuugh! Oooooooo! Ummmmmmm! Aaaaaaagh!" moaned Erica as the old man began to hump her. His skinny ass bounced up and down between her thighs as he drove his hard prick in and out of her gasping pussy. She could feel his prick rubbing against her pussy walls, stretching them.
"Oooooooooh! Yeeeeeessss! Fuck meeeee! Fuck meee!"
"Shit! Shit! Shit! Ooooooooh! Shiiiiiit! Your pussy is burnin' me! Uugh! Uugh! Uugh!" moaned the old man as he continued to ram his cock in and out of Erica's hot pussy. "Ooooooowww! Uuugh! Uuugh! Biiiitch!"