Tiffany My husband of eighteen years squandered our meagre fortune on his
crazy business venture. We sold everything trying to avoid bankruptcy while
giving the business one more week after another. It was like a slow death
watching a lifetime of possessions go at five and ten cents on the dollar. In
the end, we failed miserably. Our last week in Cloverdale was spent living out
of an old VW bus that didn't even run. Jeff took an overseas job and left Ginger
and I alone. He left us with three hundred dollars and nothing expected to come
in for months. We had to stay in Cloverdale that last week in May so that Ginger
could finish her sophomore year of high school. We tried to hide our
circumstances by walking the two miles to her old bus stop each morning and
afternoon. During those walks, we talked. As stressed out as I was, Ginger had
her own stresses to deal with. She didn't understand what was happening to us.
We hid things from her as long as possible. Her life was crashing down around
her just as she was peaking socially. She made the varsity cheerleading squad
for the next year. She made the honour roll as well. The in-kids accepted her.
Now, she was poor and homeless. I pitied her. She deserved better. She was a
good kid, the apple of her father's eye. She was the apple of a lot of men's
eyes, in fact. Ginger had developed into a foxy little girl and was just
starting to date. I was proud of her. She inherited her father's good looks, and
my figure. Her breasts were firm 34c's and still growing. Her legs were to die
for. I told her she could start dating at sixteen, and she'd just turned
sixteen. Had we remained stable, the boys would have been flocking to our door.
We had a recovery plan that would put us back in Cloverdale in a decent house or
apartment by summer's end. Jeff was going to save every dime he earned and send
me enough to set up house at the end of August. All I had to do was survive
three months on three-hundred dollars. To do this, I planned to stay with my
sister and her family in the back woods of Arkansas. At first, I fought this and
dreaded it. My sister hadn't married well, had four brats, all boys, and no hope
for a future. I was blessed with a sexy body and good personality; Gloria was
cursed with big bones and a nasty disposition. There was a great jealousy
between us and I fully expected Gloria to exploit my predicament. She is three
years my senior and bullied me all the time we were growing up. Mom always left
her in charge, and Gloria dominated me. From very early on, she abused me
sexually. She often tied me up and let her friends play with me. When I was
fourteen, she let her boyfriend fuck me while tied to a bed. She got me pregnant
four times in high school: two miscarried, one was aborted, Ginger was the last.
Jeff was the father and my boyfriend at the time. Gloria offered him a piece of
my ass; he accepted. Gloria was not my real concern, though. Hank was my real
worry. Hank, Gloria's husband, is pure white trash. He works, but
intermittently. He mostly drinks and lies around. Furthermore, he's crude, rude,
and obnoxious. He raped a cousin of ours three years ago, causing a family
scandal and rift. The rape was covered up, but nobody likes or trusts Hank. I
knew that Ginger's virginity could be counted in minutes after meeting Hank. I
knew that Gloria would love seeing me trying to defend Ginger's modesty and
virtue. I knew she'd love seeing me fail and being helpless to do anything about
it. I could easily imagine Gloria holding Ginger's legs apart for her husband,
grinning maniacally at me while I cringed and cowered in a corner. They would,
of course, use no birth control. Gloria would love to see Hank impregnate my
daughter. It would be six months before we could afford an abortion. If they
succeeded early, Ginger would be stuck with it. In fact, if they succeeded
before August, chances are that the first trimester would pass before we could
afford to abort. In truth, we had other options, though none were appealing. A
strange thing happened to me after first considering staying with Gloria. While
in my bed, thinking of the worst, thinking of presenting Jeff with a pregnant
daughter, I became aroused. I fought this feeling. I hated myself for thinking
it and reacting that way. Still, I came explosively after giving in to my
finger. Each night, I added to the scenarios. Each night, I explored new
dimensions in sexual degeneracy. I found relief from the stress and tensions by
allowing my imagination to run free. The legacy of my experience growing up with
Gloria was a rich harvest of sexual experiences that have fuelled an even richer
fantasy sex life. It wasn't long before I convinced myself, Jeff, and Ginger
that staying the summer with Gloria and Hank was our only viable option. These
thoughts haunted my mind in the weeks before we lost the house. I avoided
talking about Hank and Gloria, though I'd had several communications with Gloria
in setting up our extended visit and knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that my
worries were well-grounded. Each time I called, I made our situation seem more
desperate than before. Each time I was more humble and dependent. Gloria quickly
responded and went so far as to tell me to send current pictures of Ginger
before agreeing to take us in. Gloria specifically wanted sexy bikini shots.
Prior to selling the camera, I had to ask Ginger to pose for the pictures
without giving a good explanation. I found myself posing Ginger in provocative
poses that high-lighted her chest, ass, and loins. Ginger did not like reclining
with one leg on the floor and the other bent at the knee and laid against the
sofa back, and she blushed as my lens zeroed in on her inner thighs. The photo's
I sent Gloria looked like something right out of the swimsuit issue of Sports
Illustrated. Gloria called after receiving the photos (collect, of course). She
asked me point blank if Ginger was a virgin. I told her I had no idea, but
thought she was. Gloria insisted I find out, call her back, and made Ginger's
virginity conditional on taking us in. I swallowed my pride, promised I would
comply, then went into my bedroom and gave myself a good cum. That evening,
while clearing supper dishes from the table, I asked Ginger if she was a virgin.
She turned several shades of red and looked shocked that I would ask. I insisted
she answer. She said, "Yes, of course I am. Mom, why on earth would you ask me
that?" I said, "Oh, just curious. Every mother gets curious when her daughter
becomes sexually mature. You will too." That explanation satisfied her. I called
Gloria and told her that I would be bringing a virgin. Gloria laughed and said,
"You won't be taking one back. Do you still want to come?" "I have no choice,
you know that." "Fine, then bring the bitch here. We'll take care of her, real
good care." I tried to sound concerned but helpless. I left her thinking I was
resigned to my daughter's fate. In fact, I was. Not only was I resigned to the
loss of Ginger's cherry, but more and more, my fantasies centred on her getting
pregnant early and being forced to carry the child to full term. I pictured my
lovely, innocent daughter, waddling about a simple apartment, breasts bulging
with mother's milk. The image alone could get me off. I needed to prepare Ginger
for a radically different lifestyle. I told her to forget about cheerleading. I
told her we may not return to Cloverdale at all. I convinced her that the next
year or two would be tough; but, that come hell or high water, she would be able
to attend college. She didn't remember much about Gloria, Hank, and their kids.
The last time we saw them, she was eight. Abraham, Abe, their oldest boy was
only six at the time. Bobby was Four. Chester was three and Danny, two. Now they
were fourteen, twelve, eleven, and ten. Hellions, I was sure. They were little
hellions back then. I never gave the boys much thought. In my fantasies, they
were just there, watching, adding to Ginger's humiliation and my arousal. Ginger
appeared to be accepting our lot in life. She withdrew socially. We spent a
great deal of time together, walking, mostly. As I walked to or from the bus
stop with her, she'd occasionally get ahead of me and stoop to pick up a bud or
leaf. I'd see those sleek, tanned thighs and imagine semen trickling down them.
My pussy would instantly lubricate. In those final days before boarding a bus to
Batesville Arkansas, I began dropping hints that things in Arkansas might not be
a picnic. I told her stories about Hank and about my relationship with my
sister. I told her about the rape Hank committed. Ginger grew more apprehensive
as the day of departure approached. Whenever I'd see her anxiety level rise, I'd
reinforce our total helplessness and dependency. Like the good girl she was,
she'd accept it. On the bus, I told her that Gloria had ordered me to take the
pictures and that she wanted to know the state of her hymen. Ginger gasped and
said, "Mom, that doesn't sound good." "No, it doesn't, but what could I do? I
was so thankful you were a virgin. She made it conditional on accepting us. You
are still a virgin, aren't you?" "Of course, when could that have changed?"
"Honey, many girls take those matters into their own hands using a hair brush
handle or a candle." "Gosh, Mom! Do you actually think I'd do something sick
like that." "It's not sick, Ginger. I did it when I was younger than you. I used
a boiled carrot. Don't tell me you don't masturbate." She blushed several
colours, hung her head, and quietly said, "Mom, someone might hear you." "Well,
don't you?" "Do we have to talk about it?" "Honey, there's a lot we should talk
about before this bus gets to Batesville." "I know, but let's not talk about
that, okay." We sat in silence for a while, then she said, "Mom, why do they
care if I'm a virgin or not. They don't sound like religious or moral people to
me." "Believe me, they are anything but. I shouldn't have to tell you why a sexy
young virgin would interest a man like your Uncle Hank." "Are you saying he
might rape me?" I turned and cupped her face, getting very serious. I said,
"Sweetheart, I'm certain he will have intercourse with you. If you fight it,
he'll surely rape you. I'm also certain that Gloria will love seeing him do it
right in front of me. Honey, I can't help you. It will kill me to have to
witness you getting raped all summer long, but it's either that or starve in the
street. If I have to choose between watching you get screwed and watching you
starved, I'll take watching you get screwed." The full impact of my words hit
her gradually. Tears welled in her big blue eyes and she began to tremble. I
hugged her tightly to me and stroked her head. We rocked gently in our embrace.
I softly said, "Ginger, I couldn't bear to see you get raped. He will only rape
you if you resist. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" She broke our
embrace to look into my face. She wiped tears from her eyes and said, "What? Let
him?" "Honey, I want you to step off of this bus with the expectation of going
to see Uncle Hank for the purpose of having sex with him." "Mom, that's crazy. I
don't want to have sex yet, especially not with a grown man, and especially not
with a relative." "Like it or not, it's going to happen. I can't stop it. You
can't stop it. If you fight it, you may get hurt. If you fight, then I will
fight; I promise you that. No mother can stand to see her daughter get raped. I
could get hurt trying to defend you. That's what might happen if you don't
accept your fate." "But Mom, how could he rape his own niece?" "He's done it
before." "Can't we go someplace else, get jobs, maybe live in a tent." "No,
Ginger. That would be more dangerous than living with Hank and Gloria. Besides,
we'd never get jobs without a car or a home address. We can't live on the
street. Don't you think I've thought of every alternative before subjecting you
to this?" "Yes, I suppose." "Honey, all I'm say is, if it's going to happen, and
we know it will, accept it and make the best of it. Turn it into a game. I'm
sure you've played nasty games when you were younger - truth or dare, doctor,
post office. Pretend this is one long nasty game." "I never played games like
that." "Well, I did and most kids do. Look, you have to lose your virginity
sometime. No guy expects a virgin on his wedding night. Nobody really cares
anymore. Sex isn't that big a deal. Your body has been ready for years. Who
knows, you might grow to love having sex with your Uncle Hank. Your dad and I
might have to drag you naked, kicking and screaming from his arms when we leave
here. We may have to separate you two with a crow bar." This made Ginger giggle.
She smiled and said, "I can just picture Dad dragging me naked from a man's
arms." "It could happen. Your body will surprise you. It can rule you, make you
do things you never dreamed were possible." "Okay, Mom. I won't resist. I won't
like it, and I can assure you that Daddy will not have to drag me away, naked or
otherwise." I breathed a major sigh of relief. We cleared our first big hurdle.
It wasn't long before Ginger came to the next hurdle. After sitting pensive,
staring out the window, she turned and said, "What about protection. Will he use
a condom or something?" I took a deep breath and shook my head. I said, "No, not
if I know Hank. Besides, Gloria will want him to get you pregnant. She'd love
nothing more than to send you back to your father, knocked up with Hank's baby."
"Mom, I can't get pregnant." "I'm afraid you can. I'm afraid you will." "I'll
get an abortion, won't I?" "If we can afford it, yes. Now do you see why I said
we may not return to Cloverdale?" "If I get pregnant, I don't want to go back.
Oh God, I can't believe this is happening to me. What will Daddy say?" "He'd
better say nothing at all. This is all his fault. It would serve him right if
you had to bear an illegitimate bastard child." "Serve him right, what about
me?" "Look, all you have to do is carry it and deliver it. We can adopt the baby
out to good people that can't have kids of their own." "God! That seems so cold
blooded." "Honey, life is cold blooded. We've just had it easy up till now."
Ginger returned to looking vacantly out the window. Another hurdle was past us.
I sat back and smiled inwardly. This was much easier than I'd anticipated. She
became nervous and fidgety as we neared Batesville. I placed a reassuring hand
on her knee. I said, "Don't worry, Ginger. Hank isn't likely to be here. I
expect Gloria, maybe some of your cousins. Try to be brave, dear. Remember the
game." "I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't think of this as a game. I'm scared." "Well,
I hope you don't mind if I do. I need to try, or I'll go insane. Do you know
what I'm going to pretend?" "No what?" "I'm pretending that a rich friend of
ours offered us ten thousand dollars for your baby. They like your looks and
intelligence. They want you mated to a tall white man, so naturally we thought
of Uncle Frank. I'm pretending that I'm taking you to him for breeding purposes
all summer long, just to be sure it takes. We need the money that desperately.
Anyway, that's how I plan to maintain my sanity, by playing make believe. You
should try it, Ginger. You'd be surprised what a little make believe game can
do. Don't you ever fantasize crazy things when you masturbate?" Ginger blushed
again. She said, "Sometimes." I sat up, smiling. I said, "Come on, Ginger. Tell
me what your craziest fantasy is. I'll tell you mine." "Okay, but you go first."
"Well, my craziest fantasy would have to be my abduction by a motorcycle gang
fantasy. Need I say more?" "You do if you want to hear mine." "Okay, well, they
take me way out in the desert. They strip me and gather in a circle around my
naked cowering body. They have biker women with them, and one gets naked and
joins me. She attacks me with her hands and mouth while they chant and jeer. She
straddles my head and squats on my face. I have to do her orally in order to
breathe. While I'm licking her, she rolls me over so that I'm kneeling on all
fours and the guys start screwing me doggie style in both places. After everyone
gets a turn, a real doggie mounts me. After the dog finishes, they all pee on
me. That's pretty much it. Can you top that?" Wide-eyed, Ginger said, "Mom! I
had no idea you ever thought those things. That was wild. Would you really want
that to happen?" "Of course not. That's the beauty of fantasy; it isn't real.
You can imagine anything you want. How about you, now?" "Mine's nothing like
that. Sometimes, I think about a guy climbing in through my bedroom window and
putting something over my nose while I'm sleeping. I wake up, but can't move. He
can then do all kinds of nasty things to me. I'm powerless. He touches me
everywhere after taking off all my clothes. He poses me in really disgusting
poses and takes pictures, super close-ups, especially you know where. That's
it." "What, he doesn't rape you or at least put his penis in your mouth?" She
blushed and said, "Well, maybe sometimes." I said, "See, you can weave a make
believe world. Try to make one that fits this reality. It really will help,
Ginger. Mine is working so well that I can't wait to get you to Uncle Hank. I'll
be mentally counting the ten-thousand dollars while he's doing it to you."
"Jeez, Mom, you really sound like you can't wait. You must be super good at
this." "I am. I'll get better as we go along. I'll bet you that before long, I
can convince you and everyone else that I am one-hundred percent in favour of
Hank getting you pregnant just to get even with your father. You know, I like
that idea. They'll believe it." "I'm beginning to believe you already." "Honey,
if you see me slipping deeper and deeper into this fantasy, please don't spoil
it for me by reminding me that it's just a fantasy. I really do need this to
keep my sanity. After we get away from them, I'll snap right out of it and we
can then deal with the reality. Will you promise me?" "Sure. I think I
understand. I'll try to go along. I'm going to try to think up my own game,
okay?" "You do that, Ginger. Just sit back, relax, close your eyes, and imagine.
We have roughly twenty minutes. I'll do the same to try to strengthen mine."
Ginger and I rode into Batesville with our eyes closed but our minds wide open.
When the bus made a sweeping turn and jerked to a halt, we both opened our eyes.
I looked to Ginger and said, "Take off your panties. Just leave them here."
"WHAT?" "You heard me, Ginger. Take them off before people start moving about.
Just slip them off, hurry!" Ginger still looked stunned, but hurriedly raised
her ass and shimmied down her panties. She nervously tugged them free of her
shoes and stuffed them between the seat cushions as I said, "Good. I don't want
anything to be unnecessarily between your vagina and Hank's cock. I want you
available at all times, do you understand?" Ginger gulped, blushed, and said,
"Yes mother." I saw Gloria waiting with two boys. She'd put on thirty pounds but
otherwise looked the same. We emerged from the bus and were greeted coldly.
Gloria introduced her two youngest boys, Chester and Danny. We stepped clear of
the crowd and Gloria said, "Give me the money." I handed her a roll of bills
totalling $178.00. She asked for my change, also. I had agreed to surrender what
cash I had, but this seemed extreme. I emptied my purse right there on the ramp
and gave her a handful of change. We gathered our bags and followed her to a
luggage locker. She had us place our belongings in the locker, including our
purses, then deposited four quarters and removed the key. This, she dropped into
her bra. She then led us to the lady's room, checked inside, placed a hand-made
sign on the door that said "out for cleaning," and motioned us in. We moved past
the first room into the sink and toilet area. Gloria turned to us and said, "Get
out of those clothes. I brought you things that won't make you look so much like
Yankee tourists. Get a move on; we don't have all day." I knew Gloria would find
some way to humiliate me, but I didn't expect her to start in so soon. I
shrugged and began removing my clothes. Ginger stood frozen in shock. We've
never seen each other naked before. I removed my top and told Ginger to strip.
When I dropped my skirt, she began unbuttoning her dress, turning her back on
us. I was the first to be naked and felt deep shame and embarrassment under
Gloria's leering grin. I assisted Ginger, pulling her dress over her head and
unclasping her bra. Gloria commented on Ginger's lack of panties, making her
blush. I knelt before Ginger to remove her shoes and socks. While kneeling, I
could not help but glance to her loins. Her light downy muff hid little of her
sex. Her lips were puffy and full, fresh, young, and healthy looking. My heart
pounded as I stood facing Gloria. Gloria said, "Get her up on the counter so I
can check that cherry out. There better be one or I'll walk right out of here
with your clothes and leave you two to fend for yourselves." I pulled Ginger to
the counter and pressed her buttocks to the edge. She was stiff and trembling.
She hugged her chest and tried to conceal her loins. I lifted her onto the
counter's edge then stepped aside for Gloria. Gloria came up and pushed on
Ginger's chest until her shoulders rested against mirror glass. She took hold of
Ginger's feet by the ankles and forced them out in opposite directions, resting
them on the countertop. Pushing hard on the insides of Ginger's knees, she said
firmly, "You stay put just like this until I tell you to get down, you hear?"
Tears welled in Ginger's eyes as her head nodded. Gloria wasted no time. She
reached to cup Ginger's open pussy, inserting her middle finger. Ginger winced
and turned her head away as Gloria made a big production out of examining her
internally. She got low and used the fingers of both hands to spread Ginger's
lips wide. She peered inside, sniffed her opening, then said, "Not bad, not bad
at all." She let go and stood but kept her hand busy fondling Ginger's sex. She
said, "You're lucky, Gwen. If I..." The door opened and a gruff male
African-American voice bellowed into the cavernous lady's room, "Hey, who put
dis sign on my doe. Who in dare?" Gloria went to him. I heard her trying to
placate him, then heard him enter. Ginger and I exchanged looks of frozen terror
as the man peered around the corner and exclaimed, "Holy, sweet Jesus! Lord have
mercy!" Gloria led him before Ginger. She cowered in a ball on the counter top.
I backed against the wall, covering my breasts and crotch. Gloria went to Ginger
and slapped her hard across the haunches, saying, "I told you to stay put,
didn't I? Now get that way." I stood in awe as Ginger resumed her exposed and
vulnerable display before the leering older black man. Tears rolled steadily
down her cheeks. Her breath came in staccato gasps making her tits vibrate. He
gazed on Ginger's spread beaver. Gloria tapped him on the shoulder and said,
"Look, if you want one, you'll have to settle on that one. This one's reserved."
She pointed to me then marched over and took me by the scruff of my neck and
forced me over to him. She brought me between the man and Ginger, then turned me
in profile to Ginger and pushed my head down between my knees. From between my
knees, I watched the man take out a monstrous black penis and begin stroking it.
It was easily the largest cock I'd ever seen. It rested in his palm like a big
slab of meat as he lazily stroked its length, displaying it to Ginger's
terrified eyes. I could see her face by looking up and to my right, and see his
cock by looking between my legs. Gloria released her hold on my neck after
kicking my left foot out wide. I knew better than to raise up. I gripped my
thighs in preparation. The man said, "How bout I just wet the head in dis one
and fuck dat one?" Gloria was getting a camera from the grocery bag she'd
brought in with her. She thought for a moment, then said, "I see no harm in
that, but if you try to shove that fuck stick up her hole, I'll scream rape so
loud that cops from three counties will show up, you hear me?" "Yes'am. Don't
you fret none bout dat." I look over and saw him press that dark purple head
into the wet slit of my daughter's pussy. He pressed hard, forcing her lips to
mold over his crown. Ginger's eyes were wide with fear, staring at her
vulnerable sex and at the cudgel knocking at the door. He moved his cock up and
down her slit, ploughing her sex. He used it to rub over her standing clit while
Gloria snapped a picture. She said, "This is too good to waste. Go ahead and see
if you can get the head in, but just the head, hear." "Yes'am." Gloria said to
me, "You get around on the other side and open her up wide for him." I stood and
came up on Ginger's left side as Gloria took a position on the right. I gave
Ginger a look of resignation, then bent forward, placing my fingers along her
pussy lips and pulling out. It was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen or
imagined. Twelve inches of thick black cock, poised to enter my daughter's small
virginal pussy. Her sex lips felt taunt and hot under my fingers. I watched
closely as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled. Ginger cried, "Oh! Oh! No! It
hurts!" He kept pulling. The big crown wedged its way past her ring of tissue
and lodged inside. Gloria took the shot after making me look into the lens and
smile. Ginger exhaled a long breath as he stopped pulling in. Ginger then
directed me to grab his cock and pump it. I eagerly curled my fingers around his
massive member and slid the skin back and forth. Gloria ordered me to get my
face down near the action and smile. I rested my cheek on Ginger's pubic mound
with my lips right above her erect clit, hoping to inspire my sister. Gloria
took the picture then told me to suck on her clit. I feigned reluctance, but
hungrily took her little nub into my mouth and sucked hard, twirling my tongue
around it. Ginger moaned and stiffened under my tongue as two flashes followed.
I continued to suck on Ginger's clit until she shuddered out a climax. Gloria
ordered me back in position, and told the man to pull out. I got ready and he
got behind me. Ginger had an excellent view. I wanted her to see how enjoyable
sex can be. I'd never taken anything so big and worried that I might not be able
to stifle an agonized moan or groan. He entered me much easier than he entered
Ginger. He drew my ass over his cock, allowing little time for me to adjust. I
bit my tongue and took it. The pain was excruciating at first, but I quickly
adjusted. Soon he was fucking my cunt in long deep strokes, giving me the most
deliciously wicked sensations. I began meeting his thrusts and pulling my cheeks
apart, moaning in ecstasy. I said, "Oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" He did. His
big, black balls slapped my ass. We made squishy sucky fuck noises. I threw my
head about crying out lewd encouragements. We heard a female voice call from the
door, "How long you gonna be. I gota go." He said, "Jus be a minute ma'am." The
door closed; he stepped up his pace. He pulled me back hard and came. His warm
flow triggered my climax. I ground out my orgasm with my ass against his pubic
hair. After he finished, he pulled out. Cum poured from my gaping hole. I stood
slowly, stiff but feeling no pain. I looked to Ginger. Her face was a mask of
awe and stunned disbelief. Gloria made me pose for Ginger with my pussy thrust
out, leaking cum. She then tossed us sack dresses from the bag and told us to
put them on. These were real burlap bag sacks. They were feed sacks with the
feed company labels still on them. They had holes for our head and slits down
both sides for our arms. While we were thus engaged, the janitor left and a
middle-aged lady entered. She took one look at us and froze. She saw the cum
streaming down my legs, looked at Ginger still posed as she'd been instructed,
shook her head, and headed for a stall. Ginger and I quickly donned our sacks
before anyone else came in. I helped Ginger make hers look more dress like by
folding under the extra material at her shoulders. Gloria handed us two pieces
of rope to belt the waists. I wrapped Ginger's twice around her waist and tied
it neatly. Her sack came three inches below her crotch and didn't look all that
bad. She did not like the way the sides left her exposed to her waist. You could
see the swell of her breasts. Ginger helped me with mine. My sack just barely
made it past my pubic hairs. I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "Gloria,
you can't possibly be thinking of taking us out in these." Gloria gathered our
clothes, shoes and all, and deposited them in the waste can. I used paper towels
to wipe cum from my legs as Gloria said, "Lets go. Move it!" She took me by the
elbow. Ginger followed. I wasn't through wiping. I dropped the paper towels as
Gloria thrust me into the terminal and on toward the exit. Heads turned and
followed as we went. She marched us to an old, beat-up station wagon. I started
to get in and remembered our bags. "Gloria, our bags?" I said. "They'll be here
next week when we come in to do our shopping. If you two behave yourselves,
we'll pick them up. Get in." I got in front. Ginger got sandwiched between the
two boys in the back seat. When I sat, my sack drew up so far that I sat with my
bare ass on hot vinyl. I yelled and lifted my ass. Gloria laughed as she
maneuvered the car through Batesville traffic and I rode with my ass off the
seat. We were in the country in no time, traveling down a two lane highway.
Gradually, I regained my seat, still bare ass on vinyl. I looked behind me to
see how Ginger was doing. She sat scrunched between the two boys, trying
desperately to hide her intimate secrets. Her arms were tucked in tightly at her
sides with her hands covering her crotch. Her sack hid little more than mine,
but she'd managed to get some under her ass. The boys were making things
difficult for her by pulling out the front of the arm slots and looking at her
tits. When she tried to shield her tits, they tugged at the hand in her crotch.
Their efforts grew more and more intense as we went along. Ginger was trying
heroically not to make a sound, but when Chester took one hand and Danny took
the other, she cried, "No! Stop!" Gloria ignored her so I took that as my cue
and faced front. Gloria said, "That's some kid you got there. And to think, you
owe it all to me." I glanced back to Ginger. She fought silently to keep their
hands from her crotch, having to surrender her breasts to do so. Each boy had a
tit. I looked to Gloria and said, "I assume Hank will be relieving her of her
virginity." "No, he'd like to, but its far to valuable to waste on him. Even he
agrees on that. No, we've arranged a trade with a neighbor down the road: Her
cherry for a pregnant sow. We need the pigs more than Hank needs to poke a
virgin." Ginger heard everything we said. I sat back and thought. It never
occurred to me that they might sell her virginity. I tried to think of how I
should react in keeping with my game. I said, "What does he look like. Is he at
least white?" "All our neighbors are white." "Is he tall, short, fat?" "What's
it to you?" "I'm just curious." "He's taller than Ginger and shorter than Hank.
He's over fifty and has a big gut. Don't you want to know how big his dick is?
I'm sure Ginger does." "Do you know?" "I fuck him every Saturday. That's how we
get eggs." She looked back at Ginger and said, "His dick is half the size of
that nigger's back at the bus station, but it's just as thick. Hey, you stop
fighting my boys! If they want to look or feel, you let them. Sit on those
hands, NOW!" Ginger quickly shoved her hands under her ass. "Pull that sack up
first. Get it up around your waist. That's it. Now, sit on them. Okay, now place
your right foot on the right door arm rest and your left foot on the left one.
DO IT, BITCH!" I turned to watch as Ginger reluctantly followed instructions. In
doing so, she left herself totally exposed and open. Both boys went for her
pussy as Ginger began crying, looking to me for help. I felt a twinge of guilt
for getting her into this fix, but stronger than that was the realization that
my fantasy was going to be realized in spades. Gloria told them, "You better
keep your little bony fingers out of her twat. If you fuck up and break her
cherry, your pa will beat you both to a pulp." Ginger sat helplessly covered
with a full-body blush. The boys teased her cunt roughly, pulling and twisting
at her fleshy parts. I saw Danny poke a stiff finger up her asshole, making her
wince. Chester knew about pussies. He rubbed her clit fast and hard. Despite her
fear and anxiety, her pussy responded to this crude fondling. Her entire cuntal
plane was quickly saturated in her juices as were the hands that played in it. I
looked to Gloria and said, "By the looks of things, I suppose I'll be taking her
home pregnant." "You knew that when you first called. Don't bullshit me, Gwen.
Why do you want the kid knocked up?" "Honestly...to get back at Jeff. He really
blew it, Gloria. He ruined everything we built over eighteen years. Ginger is
his pride and joy. I want him to pay dearly." "I never knew you had it in you.
She's innocent. Don't it bother you to sacrifice her to get even with him?" "A
little, yes. Still, it's not my fault we're here, and there's nothing I can do
about it now that we are here. I have nothing to feel guilty about. She'd get
pregnant whether I wanted it or not." "That's true. I haven't changed. Getting
you knocked up four times was my greatest accomplishment. It'll be a pleasure
doing Ginger. If you really want to do this right and get even with Jeff, make
her carry the kid all the way." "Oh, I plan to. Who knows, we may keep it."
Ginger had been listening in on our conversation. I'd been glancing back,
looking mostly at her crotch. When I said this, I was looking right into her
disbelieving eyes. The look she returned reflected her confusion. I lowered my
eyes to the fingers rubbing her clit. Chester triggered her orgasm as I watched.
Ginger's hips lifted involuntarily. She pressed hard against the doors while
lifting her crotch into his fingers. She groaned and shuddered, biting her lower
lip. After she relaxed, Chester began smearing her juices over her mound, lower
belly, and inner thighs. Danny was sucking on one tit and toying with the other.
We turned onto a dirt road ten miles out of Batesville. Gloria said, "It's eight
miles down this road to our place. Jubel's place is on the way. We'll be
dropping her off there. He gets her for twenty-four hours." I looked back to see
how Ginger took this news. She pleaded with her eyes. Gloria said, "Why don't
you boys slip that sack off her. Ain't nobody going see shit on this road. I
want to hand her to Jubel buck-assed naked and ready to fuck." The boys eagerly
set to work. Ginger moaned as her hands were brought out from under her ass. She
offered no resistance as they drew her covering over her head. Gloria looked
back and said, "Place your arms out on the top of the seat, Ginger. Stretch out
and let those boys at your tits. Maybe they'll give your cunt a rest." Ginger
followed orders. She was soon spread out and fully open to their groping. Her
tits were getting a thorough workout with hands and mouths. She still maintained
her blush and far-off stare as we bounced and swayed down the rutted, winding
dirt road. Ten minutes later, we turned down a long drive, arriving at a modern
brick farm house. Gloria honked the horn and got out. She opened the door and
took Ginger's hand, almost dragging her out. A rotund, balding man in bib
over-alls stepped from the porch, followed by two barefoot teenage boys older
than Ginger. Gloria picked Ginger up in her strong arms and met them half way,
transferring Ginger to the man. He took her and went straight for the house.
Ginger's panicked face peered back at me over his shoulder as the two boys
followed, poking and slapping at her exposed flesh, laughing with glee. My heart
went out to Ginger. This was nothing like I had in mind. Gloria got in, smiled
at me and put the car in gear. She said, "Poor thing is trembling like a leaf.
Don't worry, Jubel and his boys aren't all that mean. They'll show her a good
time." One half mile down that same road, we pulled into a weed-filled lot with
an old trailer house on it. Junk littered the area. The homemade add-on looked
ready to fall over. The house had a screened-in porch but no door. Chickens
roamed freely. In the back were goat pens, a hog pen, and a chicken coop. A big
mangy dog lumbered over, lazily wagging his tail. The chain stopped his progress
short of the car. The two older boys came bounding from the trailer wearing only
cutoff army pants belted with rope. Abe opened my door and I got out. The boys
were joined by Chester and Danny. Bobby yelled out, "Can we fuck her now, Ma?"
"Not till your pa has her." I was stunned and turned to face Gloria. Suddenly
four pairs of hands attacked my sack dress, ripping it from my body. I stumbled
about, trying to keep my feet as sack remnants were torn away. All that was left
was the rope. Gloria came over and wrapped a heavy link chain around my neck and
secured it with a pad lock leaving a long chain tail to drag on the ground. She
answered my quizzical look saying, "We keep our valuable pets locked up. Go into
the house and step to the back. Hank is waiting for you." I knew the futility of
arguing or asking for mercy. I hung my head, picked up my chain, and entered the
trailer. Inside, the trailer was a mess. It smelled dank and moldy. I stepped
over trash and dirty clothes in making my way to the rear. Hank was naked on the
bed, stroking his hard-on. He grinned evilly and said, "Well, well, little Gwen
Peterson. Get over here and suck my dick! I went to him and knelt by the bed. I
took his cock in my mouth and sucked. After sucking him off, he drank a beer
while watching me masturbate. Afterwards, he screwed my ass, my mouth, and my
cunt, in that order. When he came, he got up, went out and yelled, "Okay boys,
she's all yours." I sat up in stunned disbelief as the thunder of happy feet
clambered through the trailer. The boys came surging into the small room and
literally feel upon me. They were all naked and sporting erections. Those
erections found holes, one by one, until my mouth, ass, and cunt were occupied.
For what seemed an hour, they traded off and got off. Semen was everywhere. They
exhausted me. It was no fun at all the way they abused me. After they finished
with me, they took me outside. Gloria led me out back. At the mid point of the
trailer, she secured the end of my chain to a steel stake. She pointed to a
cleared space under the trailer that had several old blankets and said, "That's
your bed, there's your water bowel, and we'll bring food out twice a day. When
it rains, you might have to get way under there, but look out for black widow
spiders." I could not believe my ears. I said, "Gloria, no, you can't be
serious." "Oh, I'm dead serious. I've been dreaming of this for over twenty
years, you stupid cunt." "But Gloria, I brought you Ginger. I thought you'd be
happy." "Oh, I'm tickled shitless. I know why you brought her, too. You want me
to do to her what I used to do to you. I will, too, only now, I'm much better at
it. I've learned so much. You'll see. Don't worry, I'll let you both go at the
end of August, but till then, you're both mine." She chucked me roughly under
the chin and said, "Enjoy your stay, bitch!" She swaggered off, leaving me
paralyzed. I spent three hours alone. The hot sun forced me under the trailer.
Hank, like most rednecks, owned a pack of hunting dogs that he kept in a pen out
back. They yapped and barked constantly. Rest was out of the question. Fleas,
ants, and mosquitoes pestered me constantly and flies swarmed my wet crotch.
After an hour of swatting at them, I just let them have me. I laid on my side
and sobbed. Just before dark, Hank and the boys came for me. They released my
chain from the stake and walked me to a shed. There, I saw two devices made from
sections of plywood and wooden packing crates. One looked finished, while the
other was in pieces awaiting assembly. Hank ordered me to lie over the crate
after placing a cushion on it. I knelt on the plywood and leaned over the
cushion, resting my chest on the crate. The boys attached straps to my legs and
arms, securing me on all fours. Hank draped a carpet section over my back and
tied it in place, leaving my ass exposed. My knees were eighteen inches apart,
so I was quite vulnerable. I noticed a rope attached to the front of the plywood
base. They picked it up and began dragging the device with me on it. Panic
welled up in me. I had no idea what their intention was, but I knew this did not
bode well. They dragged me towards the dog pen. Our course never veered. Sudden
awareness dawned and I cried out, "No! Hank, No! What are you doing? You can't
be serious." Hank unlatched the gate and shoed the dogs back. The boys dragged
me through until I was fully inside. They dropped the rope and eased out,
followed by Hank. He latched the gate and said, "Don't worry, they won't bite."
I was in a total panic as the dogs came near and began sniffing at my rear,
nosing my crotch. I saw Gloria saunter over and take her place at the fence. I
looked up and said, "Why?" She only smiled that evil smile. The dogs, meanwhile,
were getting agitated. Their excitement grew. Tongues lapped at my crotch.
Suddenly, one jumped up and began humping. I felt his pointed prick poke at my
rear openings until one lucky poke buried it in my pussy. After that, he sank
all the way and fucked rapidly. They laughed at my humiliation. They watched
those dogs take me one after the other, some got lodged in my ass. After all
were sated, Hank told Abe, "You and Bobby get to work on that other one. Ginger
will be here tomorrow. I want it ready. We have a bunch of friends coming over
to meet our family from up north." My head fell. A dog came up and licked my
face. Gloria stepped into the pen and squatted at my side. She lifted my face
and turned it to hers, saying, "Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet. I've got big
plans for you and Ginger. Who knows, maybe Ginger will deliver a litter of
puppies. Won't that piss Jeff off?" She laughed her maniacal laugh and left. I
knew we were in for a long, hot summer THE END
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