Redneck Rebellion

by Jordan Silver

  As the day drew near, I grew more and more excited at the change my life was about to take. I didn’t let myself think of what could go wrong, and in the end I decided to take her one day early just in case something did go amiss.

  I’d held myself back from jacking off to the pictures I’d snapped of her that night when I’d broken into her apartment, four days ago. I wanted my seed to be potent so that she’d catch on the first try. I was already born by the time daddy was my age and mama wasn’t much older than she is now.

  Besides if I wanted to have as many kids as I planned on it was best she get started now. I didn’t want her body to wear out and all the books said she should be done having kids by the age of thirty. That gave us eleven years. I figure six kids in that amount of time was just fine.

  With everything ready, three hours before it was time to go fetch my woman, I cleaned myself up before heading into town to stock up on some things. Pregnant women needed healthy food, not the can crap I usually fed myself. I hadn’t gone shopping sooner because I wanted the stuff to be as close to fresh as possible.

  The people in the store sure did have a lot of interest in what went into my cart but I didn’t pay them no never mind. I got all the fresh fruit and vegetables I could find as well as some Angus steaks, some fresh salmon and plenty eggs.

  I had plenty fresh milk on the farm. I planned to slaughter a cow sometime next week since winter was coming on. I’d had too much to do to get things ready to bring her home so that’s why I hadn’t done it already. I didn’t think a city girl like her would cotton too much to the deer meat I had in the freezer.

  I perused the aisles reading boxes to see what’s what before throwing it in the cart. When I reached the register the woman behind the machine was doing her best to see behind my shades.

  With all the money I had you’d think I’d have traded up by now, but I figured if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

  “Well T-Bone, you having outta town guests?” Well aren’t you the nosy one?

  “No.” That wasn’t the kinda no that invited more questions and she got the message right quick and buttoned her lip.

  She didn’t take offense, everybody know I ain’t much for socializing. But there was sure to be a lot of fodder for the old gossip mill, come tomorrow.

  I ain’t never spent that much money on vittles before. I was more of a canned beans and luncheon meat kinda man, and here I was buying out the store of all the best meat and such.

  Hopefully, she and whoever she blabbed to didn’t make too much of it. I knew for sure they wouldn’t dare trespass on my land to find out because they knew my gun was always at the ready.

  I pushed the cart out to my old truck and loaded up before heading back to the farm. My heart didn’t even skip a beat at what I was about to do. I don’t see a damn thing wrong with it. As far as I’m concerned I have only the best intentions.

  I was sure there might be some struggling on her part in the beginning but I’d wear her down yet. It might take a couple years at that, but by then I’d have me a couple little ones with my name, which is all I’m after.

  After once again making sure everything was in place, I set out to capture my mate, and bring her home. I’d pieced together her routine from following her and from the things she’d posted online and congratulated myself on being the one to save her from certain disaster.

  The way she was going, putting all her business out there for just anyone to see, it was a wonder some ill intentioned asshole hadn’t snatched her already and done who knows what.

  You see I don’t see any correlation between that phantom someone and myself. Though I didn’t do much talking, I do a lot of thinking. In my mind the end justifies the means. I know what my plans are.

  That I’ll be good to her and whatever children we have. I wasn’t just after sex after all, though I’ll maybe fuck her all day everyday for the first month or so. But after I get her with child I don’t see why we can’t settle down to a fine life.

  That harlot that had been in my bed said something about my antisocial tendencies once. Whatever the green hell that means.

  According to her, because daddy had kept me here on the farm away from the outside world my mindset was a throwback to the old ways. And since I got everything I learned about life from the old publications daddy had kept around, I tend to be stuck in the past.

  She might be right, this had a lot to do with my tendency to not give a fuck. I’m pretty sure the men and women who formed this land hadn’t either.

  I had a list of things I needed to pick up that I thought it best not to get in my neck of the woods, so I’d looked up some pharmacies on the way between the farm and the college.

  If anyone thought it strange that a man was buying up folic acid and fertility suppositories they didn’t mention it. I left the place loaded down with bags and ignored the appreciative stares from the women I passed on the way out.

  I’m not that green that I didn’t know women found me attractive. Some of the folks in town couldn’t see past the beard and long hair. Others, especially of the female persuasion certainly did on occasion compliment me. That’s why I never go anywhere without my shades.

  I had one jezebel proposition me right there in the canned foods aisle of the Piggly Wiggly before I had it torn down. Told me just what she was gonna do to me, balls and all.

  I heard one of the two I’d just passed whispering to the other as they went by me. ‘Did you see those muscles? I bet he could go all night and then some.’

  ‘I like the way he looked at me from behind those shades without uttering a word, makes my heart get to fluttering. I’m gonna have me some sweet dreams tonight, just from that one look.’

  What in the blue hell? They weren’t even trying to be quiet. I looked around at them and they cackled like two demented hens while staring at my dick.

  That’s what’s wrong with the world. They don’t know me or what kinda man I am all they see is the few muscles I’d gotten over the years from working on the farm.

  I don’t put much stock in such things as looks, well not my own anyway. Angel was a beauty, but that’s not to say that I couldn’t have fallen for someone less attractive. Her ass just happened to be the one with my name on it is all.

  I’m more interested in the kind of man I am inside. Daddy always said that a man’s mettle was measured by his deeds. Like the charities I donate to all over the world that no one knew about. Or the way I cried over that old hound dog after he’d died.

  I’d even had the repairs done on the old elementary school after a tornado hit and the mayor had dragged his feet. But the town folk had no idea that I was behind that and a whole lot more, because I didn’t want them in my damn face with their shit. As far as I’m concerned those things, more so than all the zeroes in my bank account is what matters.

  The more brazen of the two gave me a look hot enough to scorch and bit her fingertip. What the hell? “Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like that guy in that TV show? What’s his name again? She turned to her friend who was looking at me like we knew each other. I was almost afraid to open the truck for fear they might try to grab me while my back was turned. For shame!

  “Jaxx, I don’t remember his real name but you look a lot like him.” They got to giggling again and I jumped in the truck and got the hell outta there.

  6

  T-Bone

  As I drove along on my way to my little mission, I got to thinking about those women and their reactions. You see I know I’m not what people think, though I don’t try to dissuade them from their way of thinking.

  I never was the ignorant hick I pretend to be, and it wasn’t because of the money. Mama had been a real beauty, a woman of great taste, with a good head on her shoulders, and she’d loved daddy something fierce before she died.

  They’d met at a horse show way back when daddy was doing the Rodeo circuit and daddy had brought her home and married her when he found out she was on the run from an
abusive ex.

  She’d given up her city life to settle down here in the middle of nowhere to have a family. Because they’d kept mostly to themselves, people came to their own conclusions, all of them wrong.

  I knew all about the finer things in life. What mama hadn’t taught me I’d learned from books and now the Internet. I also knew that with my money I could go anywhere in the world, be anything I wanted. I just didn’t have any interest. The land was in my blood.

  All I want is to live out my days right here on this little piece of heaven with a family of my own. And for that I’ve decided that I need Ms. Melanie Dewitt to make it happen. She was the only woman to ever make me feel and I knew that counted for something. One day, she’ll be making eyes at me the way mama had with daddy.

  I pulled up outside the correct building with a few minutes to spare and after locating her car, parked just one car over. When it was just about time for her to come out, I rode around the lot slowly as if searching for a parking space.

  Barring an emergency the coast should be clear. I’d chosen to move now because she should be leaving any minute for her job at the all night diner outside of town. It meant I wouldn’t have to go inside and risk being seen.

  My pulse picked up when I saw her come out the door with her head buried in her bag probably looking for her keys. “Oh baby that’s dangerous, you should always be aware of your surroundings.”

  I watched her walk to her car in the poorly lit lot and eased my truck into place. There wasn’t a lot of light back there and the place was empty except for the two of us. I opened the truck door as quietly as I could and snuck up behind her.

  She turned just as I reached her but it was too late. There was barely a sound as she went out from the slight pressure on the pulse point in her neck. I’d thought of using the chloroform I kept around the farm, but decided against it in the end.

  I made short work of tying her up once I had her safely in the truck. I knew I couldn’t hang around there too long, so I just threw the sack over her head. I made sure she could breathe okay, before pulling out with her head resting on my leg. I was whistling by the time I turned the corner.

  I rode well within the limits until I reached the far end of my property. I let himself relax as soon as the tires hit the dirt road that ran along the back of my place. She started making waking noises so I took the sack from over her head.

  “Hello Angel.” She screeched and tried moving off my leg but her bound hands and feet had her a bit encumbered. “Stop that before you hurt yourself.” Her eyes turned up to mine and I saw the question in her eyes seconds before recognition hit.

  “Why?” It was all she said as the fear clouded her eyes. I didn’t like seeing it there, but knew it would take time before she understood.

  “Why not?”

  We drove on in silence partly because I refused to answer any questions and I’m sure she wasn’t saying much because she was doing her best to come up with a plan of escape. It’s what I would do. But there was no way out for her.

  Melanie

  I remember where I’d seen him before, that day in class. It was hard to miss the man with the hairy face and ponytail. Now all the times I’d felt as if I were being watched made sense.

  I sat as close to the passenger door as possible once the strange man helped me sit up, but with my hands and feet tied I knew it would be pointless to try anything. I’d have to keep my eyes and ears opened for my first chance.

  My heart was pounding in my chest and my mouth was dry. Had he been the one in my room that night? The one who’d whispered ‘soon’?

  I eyed him out the side of my eye, sizing him up. The size of him put fear in my heart. I knew if it came down to a fight between the two of us I’d lose for sure. He was big, much bigger than my five-two, maybe six-four would be my guess.

  His wrists on the steering wheel were big around, but I could tell from the fit of his clothes that he wasn’t fat, not at all. His arms filled out the old western shirt he wore and his thighs looked well formed beneath his jeans.

  It was his face that scared me most. That gruff mountain man look. I couldn’t even see his features behind all that hair, and his shades covered his eyes.

  Looking around at my surroundings didn’t give me much hope. It had been a while since I’d seen anything resembling a landmark. All that was out there as far as the eye could see was vast open space, with a backdrop of tall trees.

  The window was up and there was no sound inside the truck as it moved over the rugged land. I felt my tummy drop and real fear kicked in when I saw the structure up ahead what felt like hours later. My survival instinct kicked in and I made a grab for the door handle and tried to jump out.

  A hand in my hair pulling me back in stopped me. I yelped from the sting and his hold eased immediately.

  “Ouch.” I lifted my bound hands to his wrist and tried to get him to let go altogether.

  “You’ll hurt yourself Melanie Angel, just wait until I come around and get your door for you.”

  Was he insane? He was talking like we were out on a date. The question made bile rise in my throat as the reality of my situation kicked in. Was he insane? What was he planning to do to me?

  We were in the middle of nowhere. I had no concept of how long we’d been driving but I knew it was more than an hour. How would anyone find me?

  I tried to remember if I’d left my car door open, if I’d left anything back there to tip someone off that I was in trouble. Maybe I’d dropped some stuff near my car door. Obviously anyone seeing that would put two and two together.

  When I saw my bag on the floor between his feet my heart sank. If I’d left it back there at least that would’ve been evidence that something was wrong.

  But this way people might think I’d just ran off or something and who knows how long it would be before they came looking. The tears started as soon as he turned the ignition off and opened his door.

  7

  T-Bone

  I heard the soft whimpers as I turned the key and hardened myself against them. I’d already resolved myself to the fact that it was gonna take work to get the little filly to see things my way.

  I’d read daddy’s old periodicals from the eighteen hundreds enough to know how this works. First she’d put up a fuss and so on, but as time went on she’d come to accept her lot.

  There was no other outcome as far as I’m concerned, since there was no turning back. I couldn’t very well take her back now could I? Not that I’d even consider it.

  I’m not a complete ass. I knew damn well the world didn’t work that way, that what I was doing might be considered…illegal. I just don’t give a fuck.

  I climbed out of the truck and walked around to her side. For the first time since my youth I felt real excitement at taking a woman. My cock was already making a tent in my jeans and I ran my hand over it to keep it calm.

  I knew I was well proportioned because the women down at the playhouse had cooed over my dick every time, and even that Jezebel I’d dispatched to hell had had a fine time riding it when I’d let her.

  I didn’t want to think about her now however, or the others, because it felt like a betrayal of my Angel, so I put those thoughts aside.

  I opened the door and reached in for her and her feet came up. My reflexes were good enough that I turned and caught the blow to my side instead of my balls, which seemed to be what she was aiming for.

  A hard smack to her ass quieted her down some, but only for a second or two. She screamed bloody murder and struggled something fierce and I was glad of the fact that I’d bought out all the land around or she would’ve for sure alerted my nosy ass neighbors.

  “Shh, little Angel, no need to make a fuss.” I was as gentle as I could be as I bundled her into my arms. That scent of hers, like honeysuckle, was playing hell with my senses.

  The moon and stars were the only light this far out. No street lights, no porch lights from neighboring houses. It was just the two of us an
d the nocturnal critters.

  I didn’t have a plan worked out other than getting her bred, so I was playing it by ear. Right now the excitement of the situation had my blood up and I wanted to fuck.

  I took her inside and laid her across the bed I’d prepared for her homecoming.

  “Are you going to kill me?” Her words stopped me in my tracks and almost knocked me off my feet. “No.” The thought never entered my head. Why would she even think such a thing?

  Her eyes followed me around the room as I moved about. When I turned back to her with the knife in my hand she started kicking her legs as she screamed to be let go.

  I figured there was no use trying to convince her that I wasn’t gonna hurt her with the thing so I just went about cutting away her clothes. I then took her bound hands and cut the rope I’d used to tie her up before pulling her arms above her head.

  I secured them to each post making sure they were tight but not cutting into her skin. With that done, I moved onto her legs and did the same. I was very patient with her as she struggled against me, only spanking her legs once or twice with a gruff ‘quit it Angel’.

  When I was finished, I looked down at my handy work. She was a pretty sight that’s for sure. Her young nubile body spread out for my pleasure. She had a nice patch of black curls covering her pussy and her tits were nice and firm with pretty little pink tips.

  Pretty soon they’d be filled with the milk needed to feed my babies. The thought made my ten-inch cock grow a little harder.

  I have a very clear picture in my head of how I wanted things to go, and again not having much experience with the outside world, I’d read up on what a man in my position would have to do to get there.

  You’d be surprised at what you can learn on the internet, and I’d learned plenty. I’d left no stone unturned. I knew this first night here was going to be tough on her and I didn’t want that. She wouldn’t stop struggling and I was afraid she’d rub her hand raw so I got up from the bed after giving her one last look.