Heather

by Charles Arnold

  Chapter Three

  Sam led Heather and Tommy back to where the donkeys were grazing. From a saddle bag he took two dog collars and two vinyl wrist ties. Willy, carrying his rifle, joined them. Roughly, Sam spun Tommy around to face him. “Put your hands together in front,” he ordered. He tied and locked one of the bands around Tommy’s wrists. He then secured one of the dog collars around Tommy’s neck and slipped a small lock through the “D” ring and snapped it shut. He did the same with Heather. After he buckled the collar, he ran his rough hands over her breasts. “You got kind of smallish tits but they stand up good. I like that.” Willy chuckled. Then he took a twelve foot length of thin rope from his saddle bag, looped the end of it through Tommy’s collar and tied a knot. He nodded at Willy who pointed the rifle at Tommy.

  Sam took out his hunting knife and with a swift sure motion cut Heather’s skirt from the waist to the hem. It fell around her feet. She spun around but before she could protest Sam slapped her hard across the cheek. He quickly put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her to a kneeling position. Willy pulled an object out of the saddlebag and handed it to Sam who held it up before the girl.

  “Know what this is?” She turned her head away and said nothing. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back so she had to look at him. He was angry now, his eyes hard, his face flushed, “Listen to me you fuckin’ wiseass bitch,” he shouted, “keep givin’ me shit and you’re gonna be spittin’ out teeth like your husband did.” He held up the black anal plug. “This gonna stretch your asshole so it can take our dicks.” He turned toward Willy, “The dumb fuckin’ bitch should be thankin’ us. If she ain’t stretched we gonna be rippin’ her up.” He handed Willy the anal plug. Still holding Heather by the hair, he pushed her down so her face was between his shoes. “Lift your ass up,” he shouted.

  Willy leaned over her and spread her ass cheeks. “My…my,” he chuckled. “Now I say that’s one sweet lookin’ rosy ring.”

  “Let her alone you bastards!” Tommy lunged toward them. Willy turned and rose to meet him. He smashed his nose and swollen lips with the anal plug. Tommy staggered backward, the blood spurting from his face again. Heather tried to turn around but Sam held her fast.

  Willy shook a fist at Tommy, “You do that one more time and the hole you’ll be diggin’ will be your grave.” He turned back to Sam and Heather. He spit on the anal plug and roughly shoved it into her opening. Her scream was muffled as Sam pushed her face into the dirt. Willy ran a six foot length of the rope from the front of Tommy’s collar to the back of Heather’s collar.”

  They pulled the two young folks to their feet and fastened the free end of the rope to the saddle horn of the second donkey. Mounting up they started, single file, down the overgrown trail; Willy on the lead donkey, Sam on the other one, five feet behind him with the rope attached to her collar and her hands tied in front of her was Heather. Last in the line was Tommy, a length of rope connecting his collar to Heather’s.”

  Willy turned to look back at them and chuckled, “That boy’s got the best deal. He can watch her sweet bare ass wiggle.”

  Sam nodded. “Yeah, the dumb fuck husband gonna be lookin’ at the end of that butt plug and thinkin’ about what’s gonna go up his bride’s virgin ass when it comes out.” Both men laughed.

  As the sun rose higher the mountain shade disappeared. After two hours Tommy’s lower face was stiff with caked blood, his jaw throbbed with pain. His broken nose caused both eyes to blacken. Heather’s tee was soaked with sweat and it ran down her cheeks. Her legs were growing heavy with exhaustion. She tried to wet her lips but her mouth was dry. With each step she was painfully aware of the anal plug pressing against the sides of her rectal passage.

  At the end of the third hour, Willy and Sam dismounted in the shade of a stand of pines but ordered their captives to wait in the sun. Willy took a quart water bottle from his saddle bag and drank before passing it to Sam. He grinned at Heather. “You thirsty, bitch?”

  Heather nodded, “Yes, please,” she rasped.

  “How about you, Tommy boy?” Tom tried to speak but couldn’t. He nodded his head yes.

  Willy crossed to stand before Heather and held out the water bottle. When she reached her cuffed hands up to take it, he jerked it away and laughed. “Got to earn it,” he said. “How about you say, ‘Please Mister Willy feel my hot wet cunt’.” Sam slapped his knee and laughed.

  Heather’s eyes blazed. “Go to hell,” she said.

  Willy went back to sit in the shade with Sam. Together they finished the bottle while Heather and Tommy stood in the blistering heat watching. Sam held the bottle upside down and shook it before throwing it away. “We still got two hours to travel and it’s gonna get a lot hotter,” Sam said. “There’s another bottle in the saddle bag.” He stood and faced Heather. “It’s up to you, bitch,” he said. She didn’t answer. Both men prepared to get back on the donkeys. Heather glanced back at Tommy who was pleading with his eyes.

  “Wait,” she said. Willy turned and went back to where she stood. She bowed her head, “Feel me,” she said.

  “Them ain’t the right fuckin’ words.”

  She thought for a moment, “Please, Mister Willy, feel my....feel my cunt.”

  “Them ain’t exactly right either but they’ll do.” Sam tossed him the water bottle.

  Willy moved close and placed his hand over her crotch. She gasped as he slid his middle finger into it. Her legs trembled. She suppressed a groan. “Damn, baby, I think you could cum again right here tired as you are.” He removed his hand and extending the finger, held it up for Tommy to see. “Look here, boy. Your wife’s still hot and juicy.”

  He gave her the bottle. She had trouble holding it with her cuffed hands but with Willy’s help managed to drink, taking long swallows feeling as if she could drink the entire quart. Water dribbled from her mouth and down the front of her tee. Before she’d had enough, Willy took it from her. He motioned toward Tommy with the bottle. “Do you think your shit for brains husband can hike for two more hours without water?”

  Heather turned to look at Tommy who seemed ready to collapse. “No, oh God no,” she said. She turned back to Willy. “Please, he’s lost so much blood. Can’t you see?”

  Sam had joined them. He poked Willy, “Maybe she can pay?”

  Willy held up the half empty bottle. “Can you pay?” he asked

  “You know I can’t. You burned everything.”

  “There’s other ways,” Willy said.

  “I-I…don’t…” she began

  Willy interrupted, “You could wet them pretty lips and ask me and Sam to kiss you.” She looked down at the ground saying nothing. Willy held up the bottle and started to pour the water out.

  “Don’t!” she said. Willy stopped pouring. She stood silent for a moment. She looked up at the leering men. She licked her lips. She turned toward Willy, “Please,” she said, “kiss me.”

  “Tongue?” he asked

  She bowed her head and shook it vigorously, “No, no, I-I can’t.” Willy nodded at Sam who brought the butt of his rifle down on Tommy’s foot breaking a bone. Tommy cried out and fell to his knees.

  Heather turned toward Tommy but before she could go to him Willy grabbed her arm and swung her around. He put both hands on her ass and pulled her to him, “We ain’t supposed to damage you,” he hissed, “but ain’t nothin’ we can’t do to your husband. Maybe Sam gonna break his other foot.”

  “Oh God! Please don’t, please I’m begging you, please.” Willy pulled her tight against his crotch. “Grind that bare pussy around on my dick,” he said. She stood on her tiptoes and pushed against him feeling his cock harden. “Tongue?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Yes.” She tilted her head up and parted her lips. She slid her tongue into his mouth and ran it over his broken teeth. He forced her to keep moving her pussy in a circular motion over his stiffening cock. When he released her she was breathing heavily, her cheeks red. “Please,” she rasped, “m
ore...more.” She lifted her hips and moved forcefully against him. She ground her pussy into the hardness at his crotch. In less than twenty seconds she orgasmed, crying out and falling to her knees, her head bowed.

  Willy stepped away from her. Sam handed him the rifle, “My turn,” he said. He was much taller than and easily twice as heavy as Willy. He yanked Heather to her feet and leaned toward her. She licked her lips again and lifted her head. He pressed his open mouth over hers which opened to receive his tongue. Roughly, he grabbed the cheeks of her bare ass and, like Willy, pulled her against his hard cock.

  “Yes,” she whispered harshly, “yes, yes, like that.” For the second time within three minutes she came. If Sam hadn’t continued to hold her, she would have fallen to the ground.

  “Goddamn!” he exclaimed, “I think we got us a fuckin’ nympho.” He stepped back and forced her to look up. “You ever suck cock?”

  Tears streamed down her cheeks. She shook her head, “No,” she said looking down.

  “But you’re gonna. You’re gonna suck my cock and Willy’s cock maybe a couple times a day. Ain’t that right?”

  Suddenly it was like in those dreams repeated over and over through years and years. In her mind she saw a long red horrible looking penis that was hard. She felt her mouth fill with saliva and her lips part. She was on her knees, the stench of the ugly cock was heavy as it slid into her mouth, and the taste was what she’d been hungering for. Sam repeated his question, holding her under the chin making her look into his eyes, “You gonna be our pretty little cocksucker. You gonna suck us off whenever we says so?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  Willy stepped forward, “Tell us, bitch. Tell us what you gonna do.”

  She glanced at him then at Sam, “I-I’ll suck you...suck your...your cocks whenever you want me to.” Her nipples were hard and she could feel the warm juice in her pussy.

  Sam grinned at her. “You hot?” he asked. “I don’t mean from the sun. You hot in your cunt?”

  She looked away from him, then down at the ground. She nodded, “Yes,” she said almost inaudibly.

  Tommy was on the ground. Willy crossed to look down at him. He turned back to Sam. “What we gonna do with this piece of shit? He can’t walk with his broke foot.”

  Sam was standing behind Heather pressing his crotch against her bare ass and squeezing her breasts with his rough hands. “I could shoot him,” he said.

  “Oh please, please, dear God, please don’t!” she cried struggling to break free. Sam held her tight.

  Willy frowned, “We kill him here and then we got to dig a hole for him. I’m wanting a cold beer and some hot sweet pussy.”

  Sam moved one hand down and slid his middle finger along Heather’s slit. She caught her breath. “Yeah,” Sam agreed, “the pussy’s hot and a cold beer would taste good. Me and you could ride the first donkey and sling his sorry ass over the second one. The bitch can walk behind and let us know if he falls off.”

  Two hours later the little procession arrived at a well hidden shack deep in the mountain forest.

  Chapter Four

  The cabin consisted of one large room. Against one wall was a sink, stove, refrigerator, and a few battered cabinets. Near the entrance stood a mangy couch and overstuffed chair. The center of the room held a table and four rickety wooden chairs and a recently constructed cage which measured four feet by three feet and was four feet high. The iron bars of the cage were spaced eight inches apart. The small door was chained and locked. In the cage was a bucket and a roll of toilet paper. Sam, supporting a half conscious Tommy, pointed to it. “Here’s your new home,” he said.

  Willy, his arm around Heather’s waist, chuckled, “Hey, ain’t so bad. He got a front row seat watchin’ his new bride suckin’ and fuckin’ a couple of mountain men.” Willy swung open the cage door. Sam pushed Tommy in and then locked the chain. Tommy groaned and rolled over in a fetal position.

  Sam watched him and chuckled, “That boy’s a fuckin’ wimp.” He turned to Heather,

  “You lucky we come along. No fuckin’ way he could do a hot bitch like you any good.”

  Willy had moved his hand up to fondle Heather’s breast, “Yeah,” he said, “you soon gonna be beggin’ us to fuck your cunt, but we got orders not to do that. We can fuck your ass anytime we wants, but not your cunt.” He winked at Sam, “I expect the main man wants you to be savin’ your cunt for somethin’ special.”

  Sam had taken three beers out of the filthy refrigerator. He popped the caps and handed one to Willy and the other to Heather. “You thirsty again?”

  She took the bottle, “Yes,” she said then before drinking she looked from one to the other blushing,” “I-I...need to...to...”

  “Piss,” Willy said. He pointed to a small enclosure at the back of the cabin. In it were a makeshift shower, a small sink, and a toilet without a seat. There was no door. “Not much privacy,” he chuckled. “We gonna be able to see you piss.”

  “And shit,” Sam said.

  “Speakin’ of pissin; and shittin’,” Willy nodded toward the cage, “you gonna empty Tommy boy’s bucket and clean it out.” He turned her to face the cage and, standing behind her, moved his hands up on the outside of her tee to cover her breasts. He pulled her close against him. She still held the beer. She bowed her head not looking at her husband. Willy squeezed her nipples and whispered to her, “Tell Tommy boy to take his clothes off.”

  She shook her head, “I can’t...I just can’t...”

  Willy moved one hand down to her crotch and slid his middle finger into her pussy. She twisted trying to get free of him but he held her tight. Sam watched, smiling. Willy began to rub her clit. “Tell him,” he repeated.

  Tommy had recovered slightly and lifted on one elbow to look back at them. “Leave her alone,” he croaked. His broken nose began to bleed again.

  Heather’s nipples had stiffened and her pussy was dripping wet. She put the beer on the floor. Willy pushed his hard cock against her bare ass crack. He whispered, “You want to cum?” She nodded her head ‘yes’. “Then tell that sorry sack of shit to take his clothes off.”

  Heather gripped one of the bars of the cage, “Tommy,” she said, “they want you to take your clothes off.”

  “Fuck them,” Tommy rasped.

  Willy continued to slowly rub Heather’s clit. He whispered in her ear.

  She nodded, “Tommy, they said they’ll hurt me unless you take your clothes off and shove them between the bars. They want you to be naked.” She paused. Tommy hadn’t moved. Willy twisted her nipple causing her to cry out. “Please, Tommy,” she said.

  Painfully, he undressed and pushed all of his clothes out of the cage.

  “Tell him to look at you,” Willy ordered.

  Tommy had inched back into the far corner of the cage and drawn his knees up to his chest and turned away from them. Willy slid his hand down from Heather’s tee and twisted the butt plug while his other hand cupped her wet pussy.

  Heather could feel another orgasm begin to build. “Please, Tommy, look at me,” she said. When he turned back to face them, Willy whispered again to her, “Take your tee off.” She shook her head. He stopped rubbing her pussy. After a moment she pulled the tee over her head.

  “Ahh!” Sam shouted, “Now both our little chicks is fuckin’ naked.”

  Willy began to push the butt plug in and out of Heather’s asshole while fingering her pussy. She groaned and thrust her crotch against his hand. He laughed, “Hey, Tommy boy, this is one hot woman you married. I think she gonna cum again.” He licked her ear, “Tell him...tell the poor bastard that I’m gonna make you cum. Tell him to jerk himself off while he watches.”

  In spite of his smashed mouth and broken bones Tommy’s cock had stiffened. He watched both horrified and fascinated as Willy’s filthy fingers slid in and out of Heather’s pussy. She closed her eyes trying unsuccessfully to resist what was happening to her.

  Willy lifted his hand from her pussy and
placed the fingers that had been inside her on her lips. “Taste,” he said, “taste your cunt juice.” She parted her lips and sucked his fingers. “You want me to play with your cunt some more?” She nodded. “Then tell Tommy boy to watch me make you cum. Tell him to jerk off for us.” He moved his hand down to her crotch again, but let it rest there.

  She was holding onto the bars of the cage with both hands fearful her trembling legs would not support her, “Please...please Tommy they want you to...to...masturbate while...while you watch him...watch Willy make me cum.” Tommy’s small prick was red and throbbing. Without saying anything, he took it in his hand.

  Willy pushed the butt plug deep into Heather’s ass. With the thumb and index finger of his other hand he finger fucked her and rubbed her clit. Within a minute she screamed and twisted and bucked throwing her head back. Tommy also cried out and spurted jism halfway across the cage. Both Sam and Willy doubled over laughing. Heather slipped out of Willy’s grasp and sunk to her knees. Tommy lay down on the floor of the cage, sobbing. After a few moments, Willy nudged the naked girl with his boot. “You still gotta pee?” She nodded. “You want me to take out that butt plug?”

  “Yes, please.” “Get on your knees, put your head down to the floor, and lift your ass up.” She did as he said. He ran his hands over her ass cheeks and nodded at Sam, “This is some fine ass, Sam, real fine.” He slapped her causing her to wince. “You got to remember, bitch, that when me or Sam tells you to give us your ass this is how we want you; on your knees with your face down on the floor and your sweet ass raised high just like a dog bitch in heat. You understand?”