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(M/F-teen, nc, v, mast, bd) *** "He take the thunder from the mountain He take the lightning from the sky He bring a strong man to his begging knee He make the young girl's mama cry" © John C Fogerty 1985 *** Everyone in town knew better than to encroach on Jake Marlin's property. Too many whispered legends. Jake had been there as long as anyone could remember. Some said he had drifted into Durango as a prospector in his youth. For sure, the Pine River in those parts had been a navigable waterway then, hardly the white- water entrapment it had become since. Others insisted Jake had been run out of Silverton in the high country, following the unsolved murders of two drinking partners and the disappearance of the elder man's teenage daughter. Jake's spread was on the edge of town, a poorly fenced ten acres dotted with trees - mostly in their final death throes. Half a dozen rusted-out autos from the fifties and sixties, plus a couple of terminally disabled pick-ups were clustered around the decaying barn whilst the remnants of an ancient harvester sat across from them beneath the gnarled boughs of the old cottonwood. Other than a handful of prairie dogs catching the early morning sun, squatted atop their burrows in the field to the left of the barn, one that had played host to a swaying corn-field decades earlier, the property was seemingly bereft of life. If Jake was inside the main cabin, no one knew... or cared! Once in a while, school-kids would ride their bikes along the old dirt road that skirted Jake's property to the west, either heading up to the bluff or further out towards Canyon Lake for a couple of hours fishing. Approaching Halloween it was common to see small groups of girls and boys pause at the dilapidated front gate, daring one another to go knock at the front door. To date, there had been no takers! ** Caleb and Jessie Whitfield were hopelessly lost. "What road is this Caleb?" His young wife was smoothing down the edges of the crinkled map in her lap as she tried to make some directional sense of just how they had strayed so far from Highway 160. The dim light overhead was no champion of her immediate cause. "I got no idea Jess," he replied. "Last sign was back a ways. I figure though we must be less than fifty miles out of Silverton. "Well hey, we're real low on gas hun, maybe we should turn round and head back the way we came?" "It's cool Jess, reckon there must be at least twenty miles left in this here tank," he reassured her. "Yeah? might want to rethink that one," Jessie groaned not ten seconds later as the Saturn's motor spluttered into a comatose silence. "That's great," Caleb muttered inclining his head towards the steering wheel. Getting out and walking around the car, he looked backwoods and forwards along the darkened road. "Guess we're gonna hafta call triple A," he said, leaning in Jessie's passenger-side window. "Not on our cell," she told him just a few moments later. "We got no reception here." "Then we'll have to ask for help nearby – maybe use their phone," Caleb responded. "Don't look like the 'burbs exactly," Jessie giggled, "Can't even see a house?" He peered into the darkness. "Looks to me like there's some old place just across the road smarty-pants," he replied. "I think it's some kinda homestead." Glancing through the rear window, she was just able to make out the vague silhouette of a farmhouse some fifty yards or so back from the roadway. The moonlight was reflecting off the roof of some old truck parked near an outbuilding. "Stay here Jessie, I'll see if anyone's home," he called out to her, walking now towards the property. "No way Caleb," she yelled. "I'm coming with you!" She caught him up and seized his hand as they neared the front gate. "Looks pretty run-down," she muttered. "You think someone's home?" "I can see a light on somewhere in the house," he replied. "You can just see it through the drapes across those front windows." Although little more than a dull glow, Jessie could just make out the vague illumination. After the second knock produced no response, Caleb turned to leave. "Is anyone there?" Jessie cried out shrilly, rapping at the door a third time. "Let's go see if we can find another place further down the road?" Caleb offered wearily. Just then the sound of a large bolt being withdrawn was clearly audible. Even allowing for the unlit porch, the dimensions of the figure now standing in the doorway were impressive. Jessie let out a soft gasp. "Excuse us for bothering you so late mister." Caleb was holding his wife's hand unusually tightly. "We ran outta gas just down the road there." He waved his hand in the direction of the Saturn. "I was wondering maybe if we could use your house phone to call for roadside assistance? Our cells have no reception out here?" he added meekly. "Ain't got no phone," came the gruff reply. "Got no use for modern conveniences son... ah live real simple." Thanking him for his time, Caleb turned to leave. "Might have somethin' out back you could use though," he mumbled. Caleb and his wife looked around. "Close to three hunnerd gallons of gas. Ain't got no truck with city folk - prefers to git it delivered by them local contractors. Five gallons would getcha on yer way ya reckon?" Caleb looked at his wife. "Well yeah, that'd be just great Mr. er?..." "Jake" replied the shadowy hulk, "Jus' call me Jake," he paused momentarily. "Say, why doncha two young 'uns come inside. I'll boil up a cuppa coffee or mebbe some hot cocoa to drink while I fills up that jerry-can out back?" Jessie glanced at her husband questioningly before he took her hand and pulled her close. "Sure Jake," he replied, "Coffee's good... much obliged thanks." As Jake led the couple back along the dingy hallway, the man's huge shadow unnerved the girl. The house smelt old and musty. She really didn't fancy spending any more time there than was necessary to get them on their way. Ushered into the kitchen area where he invited both to sit at a small table, the feeling intensified. Lit incredibly by only a couple of old oil lamps, it was still sufficient to make out their host's features. So gnarled and weathered, his face betrayed considerable age but whether fifty-five or seventy-five she was unable to determine. Overshadowing everything else however, was the man's size. Easily six-six, Jake's arms and legs were hewn from oak, his girth was astounding and he was possessed additionally of a pair of hands that might give an enraged grizzly cause to back-off! White hair, but still with a few dark flecks here and there, hung raggedly about his ears and neck, giving one the impression it was years since his last visit to a professional barber. She watched as he ferreted about, pulling down from an overhead cupboard, a couple of old mugs that may or may not have been washed the past decade. An old steam kettle was filled from a discolored tap whose ultimately slow-flowing contents might be of interest to the Department of Health she pondered. Placing the kettle on the rusted-out propane gas rink, he turned to his guests. "Coffee, the pair of ye? Both nodded their acquiescence. Turning his back to them, he reached up and pulled down what looked like a three-quarters empty coffee jar, spooning then a little into each mug. "Fraid I ain't got no milk," he muttered as both Caleb and his wife insisted that was really no problem. Moments later, he placed a mug before each of them. The plastic tablecloth had inarguably seen better days she noted. "Take your time with that there coffee, while I go pump the gas." Jake drawled, as he let himself out the door the far side of the kitchen. Jessie's gaze fell upon the old double-gauge shotgun that rested just above the lintel. "Coffee's hot at least," Caleb muttered, equally aware of the foreboding surroundings but grateful for the imminent assistance. "C'mon Jess, have some, it'll warm you up. We got a long drive ahead of us." Bringing the mug to her lips with both hands, she took a sip. Not a recognized caffeine junkie by anyone's standards, she nevertheless had to agree the warmth was invigorating. To her though it tasted a mite bitter but there again she was no coffee connoisseur. For a while they remained silent. Sounds from the rear of the property suggested that Jake was busying himself in their cause. "Isn't coffee supposed to wake you up Caleb?" she asked him a few minutes later. "I'm feeling really tired." Her husband would have answered, but for the fact he was now slumped forward across the table. "Caleb," she cried out, "Caleb, what's wrong?" She made it almost to his chair before crumpling to the floor, fully out to the world. ** Caleb woke first. Any way you cut it, the prognosis was not good! Fully restricted in movement, both arms and legs being bound tightly to the chair in which he was sitting, he could see that Jessie, propped up right across from him, was faring little better. Still out cold, she was trussed up in similar fashion, her head drooped forward on to her chest. Strewn across the small table were the contents of the girl's purse. Even as he watched, the huge figure standing directly behind the chair, slipped his hands past the girl's shoulders cupping her breasts lewdly as he looked across at Caleb. "I'm thinkin' you have yourself a heap o' fun playin' with these boy?" he grinned. Were he able to vocalize the words "Fuck you" there is no doubt Caleb would have. Unfortunately the duct tape across his mouth prevented any such verbal recourse. He could but shake his head in disbelief as Jake tore one further strip of tape, holding the girl's head up and applying it clear across her mouth. Jessie came round but moments later, taking in her husband's restrictive aspect, momentarily before noticing her own. The panic in her expression was heartrending. Jake was holding center stage. "Ain't no point either of you strugglin'... ah bin tyin' knots since I was knee high to my daddy's britches". Moving in closer he once again began to gratuitously fondle Jessie's breasts through her top. Unable to prevent his unwanted attentions, she strained against her bonds but resistance proved useless. "Sit back and enjoy the show son," Jake growled. "Gonna have us a real party with little Missy here." At these words, she looked up at him in wide-eyed terror. "Jus' nineteen huh?" Jake mused, holding up Jessie's driving license. "Well, so much the better. Room fer some serious educatin' in the ways of the world – my world that is," he added, looking Caleb squarely in the eyes. Slipping both hands inside the neckline of her top, his fingers intruded beneath her bra allowing him access to either nipple that he began to knead, none to gently at that. She wanted to cry out but realized the futility of such. All she could do was stare down her own cleavage watching as the outsize hands caressed her harshly. "I know what you're thinking son," Jake muttered. 'You wanna see her little titties getting' felt up. W'all, reckon I can oblige you there." So saying, he withdrew his hands from the girl's bra and retreating towards the sink, pulled open a small drawer. Rummaging through its contents he retrieved what looked like an old hunting-knife, the blade of which glinted menacingly beneath the glow of the nearby oil lamp. Both captives were stricken with terror. As Caleb watched helplessly, the man stood in front of Jessie and leaning forward, tugged her top free from her skirt. In one movement he then slit the material from waist to neck so that it gaped open, exposing her bra to all present. Stepping behind her he repeated the procedure at the back causing her ruined top to hang now in tatters around her elbows. Tears were clearly visible in the girl's eyes – a mixture of abject fear and outright embarrassment. With intentional deliberation he then inched the blade past her sternum until the tip disappeared from sight, hidden now beneath the bra's underwire. The coldness of the steel against her cleavage made Jessie squirm in discomfort, not that this was an issue for long. In one deft movement Jake slit the bra's center support, the flimsy material coming apart to reveal her pert breasts to the gathered assembly. Making equally short work of the bra straps themselves, he tugged the ruined article off her arms and tossed it behind him. One had let's say, no need of a clinical psychologist on-site to evaluate the victim's self-esteem right that moment. "Sexy little thing ain't she?" he drawled, then looking across at Caleb, clearly enjoying the young man's unenviable predicament, added "What say we check out the rest of the merchandise boy?" Tears betraying his own agony, all he could do was stare as Jake pulled the girl's chair further out from the table before kneeling almost front-on to her. Placing one hand just above her right knee he worked his way beneath the hem of her skirt, his palm inching its way inland along her thigh. Try as she might to close up her legs even partially, the corded restraints prevented the least resistance. Jessie's pupils were dilated with both fear and repulsion as his fingers quite obviously encroached on that part of a young woman's anatomy that most have placed off-limits to all but their chosen partner. "You enjoying this son?" Jake grinned, "Seein' your little wife gettin' treated nice? Never figured you'd be watchin' another man rub her pussy like this did ya?" Even as he spoke, he began to trace his fingers across the front of her panties, causing the tears to intensify. It appeared that she was trying to scream, but the duct tape stifled her every effort. Caleb was shaking the arms of his chair in an effort to be rid of his bonds. Jake just looked up at him grinning. "What's wrong boy? Cat got ya tongue?" He guffawed at his own humor. "I reckon I know what the problem is. You'd be wantin' a better view of missy's pussy, so's you can see what I's doin' to her, right??" Seizing the hemline of her skirt, he held the material outwards as taut as possible, before selecting an area no more than two inches from her abdomen. Carefully inserting the blade he then shredded the material outwards, leaving the front of her skirt as little more than a useless flap. Holding the ripped material aside theatrically, he looked back at his male captive. "Well whaddya know son, pink panties! Could be your sexy little wife was plannin' on some three-way entertainment after all." Unable to wrench his gaze from between his wife's legs, his spirits sank as he had to endure his young partner's further debasement at the hands of this primitive from the Ozarks. His mouth parted in grotesque fashion, Jake was now holding her panties to one side, exposing fully her dark brown pubic curls that had Jessie quite obviously crying-out forlornly in her gagged distress. Her hips writhed in their endeavors to rid herself of this man's degenerate treatment, a reaction he noted with some satisfaction it appeared. "Aww, come now Missy, ya can't blame us two boys wantin' to look at your purty little slit?" Crouched between her legs now, he worked his index finger between her vaginal folds, probing deeper to the depth of his knuckle. Caleb watched utterly horrified whilst Jessie closed her eyes and prayed for deliverance from this intolerable situation. Sadly God was not paying attention. "Hell's bells girlie, that's one fine young pussy you got there." Jake muttered, beginning now to penetrate her rhythmically. "Might hafta ask your husband there, if'n he'd mind letting me take you to the bedroom for a spell?" Despite every negative in attendance, and the likelihood of being raped imminently, Jessie could not prevent the man's digital stimulation from kick- starting nature's lubrication cycle. Jake was privy to this reality already. "Missy likes huh??" he grunted, retrieving his finger and sucking it lewdly not six inches from her direct line of vision. He began to caress her breasts as he spoke, cupping them and pulling on her nipples which despite the distressing circumstances on site, had grown noticeably erect. "Don't think we got need of these no more," he murmured, taking hold of her panties roughly and tugging on the waistband with his left hand as with the right, he used the knife to slice through her skimpy briefs on either side. A moment later she found herself seated there fully bereft of underwear and with her legs unable to be closed up due to her restraints. "I got me a few other things I likes to do with the young un's," Jake rasped. Two anxious pairs of eyes followed his every movement as he stood up and shambled across the kitchen. Jessie's worst fears were confirmed moments later when he opened the door to the battered old fridge, retrieving two items that he brought back, before setting one down on the table in front of her – a small half-empty Coke bottle. The second item he nursed as he walked around behind her chair. She had already seen what it was. Working two of the ice-blocks free of the small tray, he took one in each hand. Jessie shivered as the huge hands hovered momentarily not six inches from her chest, their owner taking time to make lengthy eye- contact with the reluctant occupant of the chair opposite to her. He brought the ice up beneath either breast – she would have squealed aloud but for the tape across her mouth. Making contact with the pale skin he slid the ice up to her nipples, working it slowly around the areola on either side. Trying her best to shrink from the icy stimulation to so sensitive an area, Jessie' pupils dilated further as she endured the freezing contact. To her horror her nipples became even more erect as the man continued to tease them with the ice. Taking delight in criss-crossing her small breasts, Jake watched fascinated as the girl's pronounced curves fairly glistened in their dampened state. Moisture trickled down her cleavage, causing Jake's arousal factor to increase substantially. This was indeed to be a night to remember he figured, removing two fresh cubes from the tray. Watching the man's decadent though undeniably provocative treatment of his young wife's breasts and nipples barely six feet away, was not without its own visual stimulus for Caleb. With a sense of unforced betrayal, he became aware that certain parts of his own anatomy were considerably 'firmer' than had been the case a few minutes earlier. Neither was this situation adversely affected at the point the old man once again crouched down before his female victim, commencing then to draw the ice laterally across her lower stomach, yet ever on the descent. Upon reaching her hairline, Jake applied the ice to her vaginal lips themselves which had the effect of making her thrust back in the chair suddenly, trying futilely to escape the icy torture. For several minutes Jake continued circling her portal, fully aware of the exquisite pain he was causing. Without warning he pushed the remnant of half melted ice inside her and Caleb could tell from Jessie's contorted expression alone what shock she was experiencing. He wrenched his arms in an agony of defeatist recognition. Finally extricating the three-quarter melted cube with his finger, Jake just knelt there looking up at Jessie's pained expression. Reaching behind him, he plucked the Coke bottle from the table. "Now this here's the part I really like," he announced to no-one in particular. Jessie looked on in horror as he brought the glass bottle up between her legs, neck-first. Caleb's mouth had already run dry! Working it between her outer lips, her abuser pushed the bottle in a third of its length. Clearly Jessie was gasping behind her taped mouth. "There Missy," he cajoled, "fits nice and clean huh? Let's give your husband there something to think about on them cold Winter nights." Holding the base of the Coke bottle he began to penetrate the girl, most likely to her cervix. Jessie was wriggling in distress as the man's depravity ran its course. The images crowding in on Caleb's brain were not likely to be shelved either in the immediate future. Eventually the man withdrew the bottle. That there appeared to be no blood loss was the least of positives in a situation beset by negatives. "Like I said Caleb," the man-mountain sneered then in his captive's direction, "Ok with you if I spend a few quiet moments with Missy in the bedroom?" To be continued... uds3@hotmail.com (c) Peter_Pan 2008 Please visit: http://www.geocities.com/phrenetic_ice/wopp.html Available in softcover "The World of Peter_Pan" www.lulu.com/content/679070 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 59