“Tie him over there,” said Chuck, pointing the gun towards one of the dining room chairs.
The dining room chairs were made of solid antique oak. The sturdy chairs had been in the family for a long time. Jim’s great-grandfather was rumored to have made them from parts of the wagon that had carried the family west to Missouri. Manuel grabbed Jim by the shoulder, pulling him in the direction of one of the chairs.
“NO,” wailed Becky, as her hands were jerked away from her husband’s arm.
Jim started to resist, but Chuck raised the gun to point-blank range at Becky’s head. Jim’s resistance quelled, he slumped down in the first chair. Manuel quickly began lashing him to it. His hands were drawn around his back and bound tightly. Manuel grabbed each leg and lashed each ankle to a leg of the chair. Jim felt helpless as this was being done, but what could he do? Chuck was still standing over Becky on the couch. One wrong move, and she would be shot instantly.
As Manuel was finishing the knots, Jim noticed his dark leathery skin and rough hands. Jim guessed that he had probably worked around farms before. His skillful rope handling suggested maybe even some livestock experience. The truth be told, Manuel learned early on how to lash down a load of stolen parts quickly. Manual shoved Jim so hard up against the dining room table that Jim let out a groan as the table struck him across the stomach. Jim’s back was to the living room now, and he had to twist to see over one shoulder to keep Becky in view.
“Now her,” ordered Chuck.
“Wait,” interrupted Andy.
Jim heard Andy race into the kitchen and head out the back door. The screen door slammed behind him. Moments later, he returned, carrying a fence post across one shoulder. Jim had just purchased some at the farm supply just yesterday. Becky had been on to him about fencing in the vegetable garden before next spring. This year, the rabbits had eaten everything. He’d only left a dozen stacked by the back porch this morning. Watching Andy carry one of them into the house struck him as odd. Becky would have surely chewed Jim out for such a thing.
Jim had been expecting Becky to be brought over to one of the other chairs, but this was not happening. Straining his neck to see what was going on, Jim suddenly heard Becky scream, and then a fight was on. She began struggling with two of the men as they tried to force her to the floor. Andy had her arm and was twisting it in an effort to force her downward. Manuel was trying to loop a rope around her free arm. The fence post was lying flat on the area rug, and they seemed to be trying to tie her down to it somehow. She struggled for all she was worth. It took three of the men to hold her down.
“Jim, help!” she screamed. “No, God no,” she wailed.
Becky fought and kicked wildly at first. Finally, however, with a man kneeling on each arm, she was eventually subdued. She still kicked about as best she could, pleading and begging for Jim’s help. Jim cursed angrily at the thugs. He leaned and pulled hard against the ropes until his hands went numb. He felt stupid for not having made a move earlier when there were just two of them in the house.
Jim wondered what the point of it all was. He and Becky were complying with everything the men were asking of them so far. Okay, so they might feel more in control with their prisoners secured. Maybe they were worried about Jim having a gun hidden somewhere in the house. He could reckon on the need to have things their way, but Jim was a man of his word. If he agreed not to resist, he stood by that agreement. He was completely outnumbered anyway. Jim figured it was best for now to just trust Chuck, let them have their way, and then, as promised, they would move on.
Jim was enraged now that they had laid hands on his wife without any need to do so. He thought that most men were reasonable and that even those outside the law would still act in their own best interests.
Finally, things calmed down some, mostly because Becky had spent herself fighting them and was now trying to catch her breath. Jim began rocking the chair in an effort to get his wife in full view. What he could glimpse caused his blood to boil.
Becky had been laid out on her back with the thick post under her shoulders. Her outstretched arms were tied at each end. Manuel was now tying a second rope around her upper arms, holding the post tightly against the back of her neck. Becky was spread out in such a way that she was helpless to get up. Her lower body and legs were free, but the length of the post and the way she was tied to it kept her from getting up or rolling over. She was like a turtle that had flipped over on its back.
This seemed to Jim to be an needless infliction of pain. Having his wife degraded and put in a position to be uncomfortable was beyond reasonable. It was just being plain mean. Tied like that, caused her shoulders to be rolled back and her head to tilt at an uncomfortable angle. Her chest now heaved with each labored breath.
As the thugs stood back, admiring their conquest, a sudden realization struck Jim. His feelings of anger shifted like a strong wind does just before a storm. The look on the men’s faces wasn’t just about having control of the situation. A sickening feeling of dread immediately washed over Jim.
Jim could plainly see how the positioning of the post behind her shoulder caused Becky’s chest to be thrust upward. Her cotton shirt, although loosely fitted, flattened out, revealing the actual size of her breasts beneath.
Becky’s life as a farmer’s wife often demanded physical work. Becky had already seen her 40th birthday but was still in great shape. Jim often jokingly told her that she came from “good stock,” as if she were some farm animal. Her coal black hair hadn’t shown any gray yet. Jim liked her hair longer, but she always got it cut short over the hot summer months. She would let it grow long again over the winter. Being late October, it was almost touching her shoulders.
Jim had always considered Becky’s body to be for his personal enjoyment. She seldom flaunted her figure in public. Becky typically dressed modestly. Loose fitting cotton tops and comfortable Levis were her usual. Her full bosom was kept well hidden beneath the loose fabric of a plaid shirt.
Jim was fully aware that other men couldn’t help but give his wife a long look if they were behind her. He often thought to himself that her body would turn any man’s head. A man would have to be blind not to notice her curves, but Becky had never tried to accentuate her charms herself, except on rare formal occasions. Only then, would anyone get a glimpse of the seductive curves of her hips or the fullness of her figure.
This sudden realization that control of the situation was not all the men were interested in set off a panic in Jim. He knew in his gut that they were now in serious trouble. Becky’s position on the floor had her neck arching back uncomfortably and her breasts on prominent display.
”Check out that body,” Andy quipped.
He was the first to say what everyone else was thinking.
Jim had been right to worry about him. He was definitely the youngest of the four men and likely a hothead. Jim had hoped Chuck was more stable. He didn’t like the direction the conversation was now going. He was trying to maintain some control over himself. This seemed like an awful nightmare. Jim wished it were. Maybe then he’d just wake up.
Andy knelt beside Becky on the floor. He was rubbing his hands against his thighs in frustration.
“Boss, these tits are really talking to me,” he said.
Andy brought both hands up and hovered over Becky’s now rapidly moving chest.
“NO!” she screamed defiantly.
Andy mashed his hands forcefully into the cotton fabric. He was shocked to discover the fullness of the flesh beneath. He squeezed and kneaded, grabbing for the biggest handful he could capture. Cupping the mounds, he pushed them together and upward.
“God damn,” he exclaimed, “will you look at the size of these things?”
Twisting, Becky tried to throw his hands off. This motion only caused her shirt to ride up, exposing her waist. Jim clenched his fists, jerking vainly against the unyielding ropes.
“Man, will you look at that?” “She really wants you,” joked Tito.
“Jim, PLEASE HELP ME!” she cried. “Stop! No, please!”
“What ya say boss?” asked Andy, his voice cracking with lust.
“We do have a lot of time to kill,” Chuck mumbled impassively.”
“NO!” stammered Jim. “You promised, you bastards!”
“Shut him up!” ordered Chuck.
Manuel jumped up and came back over to the table where Jim was hog-tied. He grabbed one of the cloth napkins off the table in front of Jim and tried to forcefully stuff it into his mouth. Jim shook his head wildly in an attempt to avoid the gag. Frustrated, Manuel slammed a fist into Jim’s right cheek. Jim was momentarily stunned. He could taste blood. Manuel was able to jam the rag into his mouth. Taking a short length of rope, Manuel swiftly tied a loop around Jim’s head and across his mouth, and then he jerked it painfully tight. This held the gag in place.
Manuel straightened out the chair, slamming Jim’s chest against the heavy dining table again. Jim was still seeing stars, and his vision was blurred from the sucker punch.
Ripping sounds filled the room as Becky’s cotton shirt was being torn from her body. Her screams echoed throughout the house. Manuel raced back to the table for another napkin. After a short struggle, Becky was likewise silenced, and for now Jim could only hear muffled cries from her direction.
“Look at those,” Andy said hoarsely.
“Damn, what a body,” someone else agreed.
“Shit, me first,” Andy declared.
There were rustling sounds of another struggle as Jim slowly recovered his senses. He now began slowly thrashing and rocking his chair back and forth in a desperate attempt to draw attention and somehow distract Becky’s attackers.
“Hey look, hubby wants to watch,” laughed Chuck.
Jim heard footsteps coming in his direction. He braced for another blow, but suddenly the chair lurched around. He was being pulled backwards across the hardwood floor from behind. The chair screeched along and skidded to a stop in the archway to the living room. The chair then spun around, revealing Jim the most horrific sight of his life. Jim had to blink several times to clear his vision enough to even accept it.
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