Chuck had pulled a dining room chair over near the front windows. Maybe he was being overly paranoid, but his cautious instincts had kept him out of many tough spots before. He was keeping an eye out toward the main road, just in case a police vehicle might drive by.
Tito continued to amuse himself by torturing poor Becky. Between squeezing and slapping at her tits, he was trying to get her to swallow strands of cum he had scraped off of her.
Chuck had been at the window for maybe twenty minutes when he suddenly stood up. He announced that a school bus was slowing down. The bus’s flashing lights came on, and the bus began to slow to a stop.
Becky suddenly began screaming loudly and seemed to regain her strength. She began a desperate attempt to get up off the floor. Tito had to jump on top of her to jam the gag back into her mouth.
The bus stopped for only seconds while a young girl crossed in front, waved as the bus continued on its way. The girl checked the mailbox, and finding nothing, began her long walk towards the house.
Jim seemed to gain a renewed surge of strength as well. He began banging his chair in an insane effort to free himself.
“Get him!” ordered Chuck.
Andy grabbed a metal vase off a nearby side table and, walking over to Jim, viciously slammed it against his skull, savagely knocking him completely senseless.
“Shit, only one pussy and four of us,” complained Andy as they all watched the girl amble up the driveway. Cheryl was a looker all right. Her ponytail bobbed and tossed as she strode carelessly. She had a trim athletic build and a girlish skip to her gait.
Soon her footsteps sounded across the front porch. Chuck and Manuel had positioned themselves along either side of the front door. As the door burst open, the girl stopped dead in her tracks. Cheryl stood there confused, staring at her mother, still spread out on the floor. The post tied against her shoulders made her look almost comical. A pool of cum had leaked out of her and left a dark circle on the rug.
Becky was desperately trying to signal her daughter by twisting her hips and kicking wildly. Cheryl’s hand came up to her mouth as she gasped. At first, she thought she had interrupted some sick “sex game” her parents were playing. Then, suddenly, Chuck’s huge hand dropped across her shoulder. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted the girl right off the floor. Chuck carried a screaming Cheryl over to the couch. Chuck practically threw the hysterical girl on the center cushion, and the others circled around her like vultures.
“We’re just having a little party,” joked Chuck. “Your mom and dad were just showing us a good time.”
Cheryl was in total shock. She held her arm up, shielding her face.
“Oh God, Oh My God, No,” she kept chanting.
Jim was still lying on the floor, just moaning. Cheryl’s screaming had somehow brought him back to the horrible reality that had befallen his family. He was completely powerless to even focus on which direction the sounds were coming from. He was weakly tugging against the ropes again. A pool of blood had collected on the floor, oozing from a nasty gash on the side of his head.
Chuck stood directly in front of Cheryl. He reached down and began to stroke her hair. Cheryl began to wail even louder.
“Manuel, you were right, she is a hottie,” joked Chuck.
He ran his hand through the girl’s long, dark hair, and then pulled her head against his stomach.
“I’m glad I didn’t waste myself on your mom,” he laughed.
Chuck pulled Cheryl against his leg by holding a clump of her hair with one hand. He began unfastening his belt and then loosened the front of his trousers. He dropped his pants to his knees. He pushed his briefs downward, grabbed his cock, and began stroking it right against the hysterical girl’s face. Cheryl tried to turn away, but Chuck’s hold on her hair forced her head back. Her left arm was still raised up across her mouth. She was almost chewing on the back of her hand as tears streamed down her face.
“Hey Andy,” yelled Chuck, “get that camera working.” “We’re going to make some home movies.”
“Right on,” Andy responded.
The camera was a Christmas gift Jim had purchased to memorialize family trips and events. It still held some video from the family’s summer trip to Virginia. Andy punched around to find the record mode.
“We are going to make us a little action film,” Chuck joked. “I’m going to call it Farm Family Fuckers,”
Looking down at Cheryl, Chuck snapped. “Quit your balling, Missy, and get your clothes off.”
Cheryl was now lost in some state of denial that this was even happening; she seemed completely oblivious to Chuck’s order. After a couple of seconds of waiting, Chuck reached down, twisted the clump of her hair, and pulled it back. Cheryl began to scream again. Tito walked over to Becky, still panting on the floor, and placed a foot right in the center of her chest. Pressing down, Becky immediately began flailing about, trying to get air. The post across her back was pushing out all the air in her lungs. Chuck forced Cheryl’s head around. He wanted her to see what was happening to her mother.
“Stop!” screamed Cheryl pleading. “Stop, please don’t.”
Cheryl finally raised her hand to touch the top button of her blouse. All four men stopped and waited without a word as Cheryl’s fingers weakly fumbled at the top button. Her hand began trembling, but her fingers seemed to just scratch at the button. She seemed incapable of unfastening it. Her hand just drifted downward, following the row of buttons. She was beyond instruction at this point. She didn’t seem to have any strength or ability to complete the effort. Her hand just slid to the last button at her waist and didn’t move again.
Chuck had grown impatient. He grabbed at the front of Cheryl’s blouse and started jerking at the material of her shirt. Buttons flew in all directions. The ripping fabric was torn in sections from her shoulders. Chuck and the other men’s gazes never left her. Her top in shreds, Cheryl was fighting for what was left of her bra. She held onto the scraps covering her breasts. Chuck jerked and pulled the young girl upward, and they were now fighting over the snap that held her jeans.
Cheryl fought as hard as she could to cover the snap on her jeans, but she was no match for Chuck’s powerful grip. She was still trying to hold the pieces of her ripped bra to her chest. Chuck got a thumb inside her waistband and began pulling at her jeans. When she dropped both hands to fight him for it, the scraps covering her breasts fell away. There was an almost audible gasp from the men in the room. Her young breasts seemed to burst from their restraint and spill into full view. The wrestling match for her jeans had her breasts rubbing and pressing against Chuck as she fought him. Chuck was beyond reason at this point. Her naked flesh was like some feast he didn’t have the patience to wait for.
He jerked at her jeans, blowing out the snap instantly. Then he started yanking at them, pulling them almost to her knees. Cheryl’s hands now grabbed for the last scrap of material covering her.
She was wearing a deep purple pair of lace panties. The sheerness of the fabric hardly left anything to the imagination. But the intensity of the garment’s color against her pure white skin seemed to focus all of Chuck’s lust. Cheryl’s hands were vainly trying to defend her last shield of clothing. Both of her hands now stayed at her crotch, trying to hold onto it. Her upper arms now cradled her reddened breasts, squeezing them together and almost framing them, to the delight of the other sick thugs watching.
Chuck covered her hand and forced her own grip to pull at the panties. Chuck and the others were like a pack of hungry wild dogs at this point. With his powerful grip, he pulled her hand away, tearing the fabric and bringing the flimsy material with it. Chuck pried the scraps from Cheryl’s hand and, like a crazed animal, stuffed the torn panty into his own mouth. With an audible growl, he sank his teeth into the fabric, releasing the aroma of the young girl’s sex. This fueled his intensity, driving him to a deranged level of lust.
Chuck’s cock had been exposed during the entire struggle to strip Cheryl. The “rush” Chuck had experienced served only to intensify his rage and engorge his cock. The struggle with the hapless girl had been something that Chuck had enjoyed. He was a predator, and the fight became part of the conquest. Now he wanted to claim his prize.
Cheryl was completely naked and desperately attempting to cover herself with at least one hand, all the while pushing away the groping hands of the other men with her other one. The men batted her hands down. It wasn’t long before each of her hands became restrained by a couple of the men, all of them vying for a choice feel.
Cheryl’s body was exquisite. Her tight skin exuded youth and the pureness of being untouched by anyone. Chuck’s pants were tangled at his ankles. His shoes were hobbling his balance, and he finally had to hand Cheryl off long enough to sit on the edge of the couch and remove them. Now unencumbered he rose and grabbed her back by the arm and possessively growled.
“MINE,”
He pulled Cheryl from the groping hands of his buddies like she was a fresh kill of raw meat. He held her to himself. No one was going to challenge him. Chuck was the alpha male here. He took what he wanted and always first.
Manuel, who had been around Chuck the longest, knew you didn’t take anything from him. The other’s got in one last grope or two and then backed off. Chuck had an intense snarl in his voice. His cock now swung around completely free of all restraint. Cheryl glanced down at it, realizing exactly what he intended to do with it.
Manuel was horny as well, but he would have to settle for what else was left. Becky was a sobbing mess, still lying on the floor. She had already been fucked twice, but there was no chance that Chuck would share his prize. Manuel stepped over to Becky, and looking down, he began unfastening his belt.
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