Nightmare In October free porn video

By: Greg

This is a rewrite of an earlier story of mine. It has been rewritten to have a more realistic storyline. It is a brutal tale of unrelenting violence against innocent victims. I was in a weird place in my life when I first wrote it. I was venting frustrations and decided to put it all into a story. I do not condone any of the actions described here. Remember, this is just a fantasy.This story involves a gang-rape of a mother and daughter in the presence of the husband.

If you are a sensitive and sympathetic person, then this story is probably not for you.

“Turn in here,” barked Chuck.

Manuel braked hard and swung onto the gravel driveway just missing the rural mailbox. Jim Stevens had just finished his morning chores in the barn and was headed towards the house for lunch. The sound of tires sliding on the gravel caused him to turn towards the main road.



“Down in back,” barked Chuck.

Tito and Andy in the rear seat, ducked forward and out of view.



“Slowly,” Chuck ordered Manuel, “Let’s check this out.”

“Your Damn tattoos,” Chuck muttered.



Manuel’s past had caused trouble before and this would require careful thinking to avoid more problems. The clerk back at the fuel stop had taken a second look at Manuel as she handed him his money. The look on her face when she saw the tattoos on his forearm went unnoticed by Manuel as he pocketed his change and turned towards the door. Chuck was over at the cooler watching, as the cashier motioned to her co-worker. As Manuel left, the two clerks darted over to a board by the door. Chuck could see among the others a FBI notice with Manuel’s face clearly profiled on it.

“Damn,” muttered Chuck.



He knew that they had been looking for Manuel over some outstanding warrants. The clerk was jabbing her finger at the sheet. Chuck pretended not to notice and calmly carried his beer purchase over to the counter. Not having seen them come in together, the one clerk quickly came back over and rang up his purchase. She then hurried back over to her co-worker’s side. The other girl was already on her phone.



“Let’s roll NOW,” ordered Chuck, as he got into the front seat.

“We’ve been made.”

The car quickly got back on the Interstate and continued heading east. The four had had no trouble until now and Chuck wanted to keep it that way. Chuck was the guy in charge. The organization had depended on his coolness under pressure. He was in his early forties, and had spent most of his life skirting the law. Other than some minor scrapes, mostly for fights and assault, he had avoided major trouble. Chuck was a big man with massive arms. Most trouble, he squelched by simple physical intimidation.

Manuel, the driver was unstoppable behind the wheel of a car. His life revolved around cars and motorcycles. Originally from some nameless town in central Mexico, he had been well known by the border police. He was into smuggling as far back as he could remember, mostly for stolen auto parts. He now stayed on the north side of the border finally, in part because he had been turned away or disowned by most of his own family.



Tito and Andy were punks. Chuck didn’t like the extra help, but it wasn’t his decision. They had been sent along due to someone’s paranoia. Both in their mid-twenties, they lacked the experience to handle things. Tito was somewhat edgy, but Andy was a “lit fuse.” He thought of himself as a “Rambo-type,” with looks. He was all mouth as far as Chuck was concerned.



“Drive,” shouted Chuck, “We’ve got to put some distance between that fuel stop and us.”

“But once they get word out, they’ll be waiting up ahead,” said Andy starting to panic.

“No shit,” barked Chuck.



Chuck told Manuel, “If there are no towns at the next exit, get off there. We need a secluded place to lay low for a while.’’



The farm had been in the Stevens family for four generations. Jim’s family purchased the 812 acres shortly after the Civil War. It had prospered due to a strong work ethic in Jim’s family. Being 3 miles from the interstate made for few visitors. This is why Jim cast a wary eye towards the vehicle as it slowly made its way towards him.

“Good barn for hiding the car,” muttered Manuel.

“Right, but watch for signs of any hired help,” warned Chuck.



Jim studied the car, seeing only two occupants in the front seat. He noticed the slant of the vehicle, as if it loaded too heavy in the trunk. Could be salesmen, he thought.

“Darn city folk,” Jim mused, “shouldn’t overload a vehicle like that.”

Jim slapped his work gloves against his leg to shed the dust. His right hand went up instinctively.

“Hey, You all lost or something?” he inquired, as the car came to a halt along- side him.



“Naw,” Manuel said, reaching for the gun under his seat.



Just as Jim’s hands came to rest on the doorframe, he caught a movement in the rear seat. Startled, he started to back away. That’s when he saw the barrel of Manuel’s gun pointed at his chest.



“Don’t you move,” snarled Manuel.



The rear door opened and Andy jumped out and was along-side the stunned farmer in a second. A knife now pressed to his side, Jim froze. The front passenger side door opened and Chuck calmly walked around the front of the vehicle. Chuck was cool as he approached Jim. He even extended his hand in a mock attempt to shake hands just in case someone was watching.

“Anyone up at the house?” Chuck inquired.

“Ah err, just me and the wife,” stammered Jim.

“Good, lets us take a slow walk up there,” Chuck ordered.

Chuck opened his jacket slightly to reveal his 9mm. Chuck always carried it when he was on the road. Transporting heroin from Colorado into Chicago was not one of his favorite runs. KC, St. Louis and Joliet weren’t good places to drive through. He could not risk the possibility of a car-jacking or even a simple theft. His bosses might suspect him of staging it and keeping the dope for himself. If this happened, he was as good as dead.



Jim was looking towards the house, hoping for some sign that Becky had also seen the car pull in. His hopes were dashed as he realized that she would have probably been in the kitchen making lunch. With Andy’s knife at his left, and Chuck calmly walking to his right, the trio approached the front porch. The steps were wide enough for all three to walk up side-to- side. Becky must have heard the multiple foot-steps, and was approaching the inside door. Jim reached for the screen door quickly, trying to prevent her from coming out. Andy pressed the knife to his side as a reminder.



“Jim, Who? What are?” was all Becky managed to get out before Chuck upholstered his gun.



“Out,” he ordered, waving the gun in her direction.



Becky nervously complied, and stood holding onto Jim’s arm.



“Who are they?” “What do they want?” she almost demanded from Jim.



“Check it out, Andy,” Chuck ordered.

Andy quickly slipped by Becky and disappeared inside.

“Nice place you got here folks, real secluded huh,” Chuck smirked.



“Why are they here?” Becky continued to grill Jim.



“Clear,” came the reply moments later.

“IN,” ordered Chuck, again motioning with the gun.



Inside the old farmhouse things looked the way one would suppose. A large front room opened through an archway into a long dining area. The kitchen was off to the side and the bedrooms all upstairs. The dining room on special occasions could hold most all of Jim and Becky’s relatives. Looking back as the front door closed, Jim noticed the car was gone, and the barn door being drawn closed by the other two men.



“Over there,” barked Chuck.

Jim and Becky stumbled to the large couch in the center of the room and sat down.



“Please, take anything you want,” pleaded Becky.

“We are not rich people.” “Please, why are you doing this?”

Becky was just babbling on now, maybe just trying to calm herself. Shortly, Tito and Manuel burst through the door and began surveying the room. Chuck was still standing in front of the terrified couple waving his gun.

He yelled at Tito and Manuel, “Find some rope.”



Becky begged, “Please No, Why? We won’t do anything.”

“Quiet,” shouted Chuck, “All we need is a place to lay low for a while. We’ll leave you then, if you cause us no problems.”



Becky quieted down some. She grabbed for Jim’s hand, and clung to it with a trembling grip. Jim had been watching Andy. He didn’t like the way he had been staring at Becky. After a few minutes, the rear kitchen door slammed. Tito and Manuel walked in carrying several lengths of rope cut from the clotheslines out back.

“Tie him over there,” said Chuck, pointing the gun towards one of the dining room chairs.



The dining room chairs were heavy antique oak. The sturdy chairs had been in the family 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. 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 had learned early on how to lash down a load of stolen parts quickly. 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. Darn rabbits had eaten everything this year. He had left a dozen piled by the rear porch only 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 was 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 heard Becky scream and then she began struggling with the men as they tried to force her to the floor. Andy had her one 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 when there were just the two of them in the house.

Finally things calmed down some, only because Becky had spent herself on 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 heart to race. 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 second rope around her upper arms holding the post tightly against the back of her neck. Becky was splayed 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. Jim noticed too that the position of the post caused her chest to be thrust upward. With her shoulders rolled back it caused her head to tilt back at an uncomfortable angle. Her chest now heaved with each labored breath. This hadn’t gone unnoticed by Andy. Jim knew in his gut, they were now in serious trouble.



Becky had already seen her 40th birthday, but was still in great shape. Jim often kidded 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. Her body would turn any man’s head he often thought to himself when they were out together. Becky’s position on the floor had her arched back uncomfortably. She was now only able to give Jim a desperate “Do something” look.

“Look at that body,” said Andy.



Jim had been worried about him. He was definitely the youngest of the four men, and likely a hot head. 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 of himself. This seemed like some awful nightmare. Jim wished it were. Maybe then he’d just wake-up. Andy knelt down on the floor along-side Becky.



“Boss, these tits are really talking to me,” he said.



He began to place his hands on top of the soft rolling mounds.

“NO!” screamed Becky.

Twisting, she 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, Please, please no.”



“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 trying 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’ head and across his mouth, 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. Jim was still seeing stars, and his vision blurred from the sucker punch.

Ripping sounds stung Jim’s ears as Becky’s cotton shirt was being torn from her body. Her screams filled 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 heard muffled screams from her direction.



“Look at that,” Andy said hoarsely.

“Damn what a body,” someone else agreed.

“Shit, Me first,” announced Andy.

Jim heard rustling sounds. Slowly recovering, he began thrashing and rocking the chair back and forth in a desperate attempt to stop what was happening.



“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. Jim’s vision had cleared. Becky lay nude on the floor. Stretched out on her back, her bare breasts jutted upward. Her dark nipples had hardened in the cool air and stood erect.

Her shredded blouse and crumpled jeans lay in pieces along-side her. Her bra and panties torn apart, lay nearby. Tears were streaming down her face. Her eyes were wild with terror. Her mouth though gagged, was still moving, begging for help. Her fingers were flexing wildly, clawing vainly at the knots at her wrists. Andy was facing Jim, opposite of Becky. His shirt was open, and he had his jeans down to his knees. Andy was jacking his stiff cock and was kneeling down between her legs. Becky had drawn up her legs and clenched them tightly together. She was squirming about trying to kick him away.

Andy’s cock had already stiffened. It was jutting straight out. It bounced around as he fought to get a position and a hold on her. Andy was not to be denied. He caught a leg, then, forced a hand between her other prying them apart. He was now able to lift both thighs off the floor and bring himself right up against her crotch. He pressed right up against her cunt and it would be mere seconds before he would continue. Becky was in total panic at this point. Andy hoisted her butt off the floor and began trying to align his raging hard-on with a wildly twisting Becky. He fought to hold her still. Her hip movements now only served to grind her cunt against his stiff prick.

“Make this good for me baby,” he growled, his voice cracking with devilish lust.



Becky in a last-ditch effort tried to kick herself backward across the rug towards Jim. Tito was sitting on the recliner laughing, reached out and put his foot against the post. This prevented her from sliding away.



“Thanks partner,” laughed Andy, looking up at him.



Holding Becky at the waist, Andy raised her hips to his, and started stabbing his cock at her. Becky countered this by tightening up her stomach muscles in a desperate attempt to resist. Her head was whipping side to side. Andy kept adjusting his hips and finally found the right angle. With his cock now pressed squarely against her cunt, it began to yield. Once started, her struggling now only served to work his prick in deeper. Becky’s face contorted in pain as the cock skewered its way in without any lubrication whatsoever. A painful moan erupted from her throat as he bottomed out.

Andy instantly began a violent rapid thrusting. He showed no regard for his poor victim as she continued to groan. Jim, only feet away now, was horror struck. With her arms pinned straight out, raising her hips had caused her flat stomach to stretch tight. Jim thought he could actually see the outline of the man’s prick thrusting inside his wife’s belly. It reminded him of a mole tunneling through soft sod. Becky’s head jerked violently with each thrust. She could only look back up at her husband, her eyes pleading for some rescue from this torture.

Jim was now desperate, and could think of nothing else but to throw his entire body forward hoping the chair would break apart on impact. He rocked and then lunged with all the strength he had. He fell forward striking the floor. Having no way to protect his face, he crashed face-first to the hardwood. The impact knocked him unconscious.

When he came-to his head was throbbing. As his senses returned and he became aware of his situation he realized that the pounding in his head was not from the fall. In fact it was the wooden post beneath his wife shoulders clunking against solid wood floor. It was sending vibrations throughout the room. Jim had no idea how long he had been out.

Andy was savagely pummeling at Becky’s cunt. He repeatedly slammed his hips against her. Andy looked over to Jim and was now aware that he was awake and watching. Andy withdrew his prick for Jim to see. As it popped from Becky’s cunt it stood perfectly straight up. It had a glossy shine on it from Becky’s juices. Andy mocked Jim with taunts, and exaggerated groans as he slowly drove it back in to her. Having her helpless husband laying there and forced to watch seemed to add to his enjoyment of the rape. Andy slammed his hips against her and held her helpless. With Becky hung impaled on his cock, his hands were free. Andy grabbed and squeezed at the poor woman’s breasts until they bulged beet- red. Laughing, he would jiggle them for Jim to see.

Several times Andy leaned over her and bit down on one of her nipples and stretched it out. Looking up grinning, he would let it snap back. Each time he did this, it caused Becky’s body to jolt involuntarily. A cock gripping spasm rippled through her causing Andy to groan in pleasure.

Andy eventually settled into a deliberate pace. He seemed to forget about torturing the poor woman for now and was working towards his climax. He’d redoubled his grip at her waist. Becky’s weak struggle to force him out was now completely futile. Andy’s head was down now, and he became quiet and deliberate in his thrusts. Suddenly, his head snapped rigid, his neck muscles tightened and he let out a low moan. Andy’ face grimaced as his load began spurting into her cunt. His knuckles whitened as his grip locked on her waist. Shaking at her hips violently, his balls drained their load into her. Wave after wave of his orgasm rippled through his body. Andy was like some machine in overload. His hips slammed repeatedly against her so hard that he rocked her pelvis upward with each lunge. The post under her shoulders thudded against the hard floor as her legs jerked about. The other men who had been cheering Andy on suddenly grew quiet. They were stunned at the intensity of Andy’s orgasm.

Finally he slowed down. His grip loosened, and at last his dick slid out. Andy jerked his hips back and flipped his limp cock back on top of Becky’s belly. Lying there, it was still oozing cum. Andy wanted Jim to see the cock that had just violated his wife. A thin trail of cum began to form mixing into Becky’s neatly trimmed snatch.



Tito had been seated on the recliner watching Becky’s rape. He now stood to announce he was next. With hardly a pause, he knelt down pulled his cock out, and took his place at her. Tito was practically slobbering as he slapped his cock against her. Becky still resisted, but the lubrication from Andy’s load in her, allowed for an easy first thrust.



Manuel had been upstairs ransacking the house. He walked in the room carrying several things taken from the bedrooms. Across his one shoulder was a camera case. He had taken Becky’s jewelry box and even found an old pistol Jim kept in his nightstand.

“Hey amigos, they got a kid,” he laughed, holding up a portrait.

“Huh,” Jim head snapped to attention. He began searching for the clock. He had completely forgotten about Cheryl at school. His pulse quickened as he realized she would be home soon. Chuck suddenly looked concerned for a moment too, and moved towards the front window. Looking toward the road he yelled at Tito.

“Stop fucking that bitch for a minute, and get that rag out of her mouth.”



“Aw boss,” Tito wined.

“Now!” ordered Chuck.



Tito paused his thrusting momentarily, but kept his cock buried inside her. As soon as her mouth was clear Becky started to scream. This was met with a sharp slap across her face.

“When does the kid get home?” snapped Chuck.



Becky’s face was red from Tito's first slap when a second one hit her.



Jim shook his head in a silent “NO,” but Becky was facing away. Tito hit her a third time sending a shock-wave thru her body.



“TWO-THIRTY,” she finally blurted, “but she won’t be home. She has late practice.”

Jim was confused. Maybe he hadn’t heard right, or had forgotten something. He didn’t remember anything about Cheryl staying late today. He prayed he was wrong.



“Tito, check this out,” said Manuel.

He came up along-side Tito who was still holding Becky pinned to the floor. Manuel held out the portrait then dropped it right down on Becky’s stomach. Tito had resumed his attack on Becky, but stopped in mid-stroke when he saw the picture.

“Whoa,” cried Tito, as he gave an exaggerated deep thrust.



It was Becky’s daughter, Cheryl. She had just turned eighteen over the summer and was now in her senior year at the local high school. She was dressed in a cheerleader outfit. Her legs were spread in a cheer pose revealing a tight young body. The cotton sweater she wore obscured her breasts, but there was no doubt that she took after her mom. Tito pressed the cold frame down against Becky’s stomach, and resumed his thrusting; all the while staring at the picture and making vulgar remarks about the young girl’s body.



“PLEASE NOT MY BABY,” Becky prayed to herself. She thought that if he finished quickly, he might leave her daughter alone. Leaning forward, Tito pressed the frame down onto Becky’s lower abdomen. He seemed to be trying to feel the movement of his own cock inside of her, or maybe just trying to add more friction against it.



“Agggh,“ Cried Tito, shortly. “Yes, Yes, Agggh.”

His jaws tightened as he began coming in Becky. He was groaning and pumping like mad but, for some reason pulled his dick out. His prick was bright red and it was still spurting out jets of cum. Sticky strands of it landed on Becky’s stomach and formed thin lines back to his cock. Tito squeezed hard at the base of his cock with his fist, trapping the blood inside. His cock was still rock-hard and he batted it against her dripping pussy slinging cum all over. Droplets of cum even splattered up onto the glass smearing her daughter’s picture.

Chuck had drug a dining room chair over near the front window. 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 towards the main road, just in case a police vehicle might drive-by.



Tito continued to amuse himself now by torturing poor Becky. Between squeezing and slapping at her tits he was trying to get her to swallow strands of cum he had lifted from her.

Chuck had been at the window 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 and waited 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 also. 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, he viciously slammed it against his skull knocking him completely senseless.

“Shit, only one pussy, and four of us,” complained Andy as they all watched girl amble up the drive. 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 had 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 the now 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 was just showing us a good time.”

Cheryl’s was uncontrollable. She held her one 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 to stroke her hair. Cheryl immediately 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 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 his trousers. His pants dropped to his knees. He pushed his briefs downward and grabbed his cock and began stroking it right against the hysterical girl’s face. Cheryl tried to turn away but Chucks 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, “Git that camera working. We’re going to make us some home movies.”



“Right on,” Andy responded.



The camera was a small hand held type. It still held some video from the family’s summer trip to Virginia. Andy punched around finding the record mode.



“We are going to make us a little action film,” Chuck joked. “I’m going to call it “Farm Family Fun,”

“Quit your balling missy and get your clothes off.” he demanded.

Cheryl was now lost in some state of denial that this was even happening, she seemed completely oblivious to Chuck’ order. After a couple of seconds waiting, Chuck reached down and twisted the clump of her hair and pulled it back. Cheryl began to wail louder. 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. “Stop, please don’t.”



Cheryl finally raised her hand to touch the top button of her blouse. All four men waited almost without breathing as Cheryl fingers weakly fumbled at the top button. Her hand began trembling but her fingers seemed to just scratch at the button. She seemed to be 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 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 eyes never drifted from her now. 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 young girl upward and was now wrestling for control of the snap which held her jeans.

Cheryl fought as best as she could to cover the snap on her jeans, but she was no match for Chuck’ powerful grip. She was still trying to hold the parts of her ripped bra to her chest. When Chuck got a thumb inside her waistband and began pulling at her jeans she dropped both hands to fight him. 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 spring into full view. The wrestling match for her jeans had her breasts rubbing and pressing against Chuck as she struggled with him. Chuck was beyond reason at this point. Her naked flesh was like some feast he didn’t have the patience to wait for.

Chuck jerked at her jeans blowing out the snap instantly. Then he started pulling at them, jerking them almost to her knees. Cheryl’s hands now grabbed for the last piece of fabric 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 the fabric’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 sick thugs.

Chuck grabbed at her hand and forced her own grip to pull at the fabric of her panties. Chuck and the others were like a pack of 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 an even higher level of lust.

Chuck’s cock had been hanging 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 helpless girl had been something that Chuck had enjoyed. He was a predator and the fight became part of the conquest. Now he was to claim his prize. Cheryl was completely naked and desperately attempting to cover herself with at least one hand all the while pushing away 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. Chucks pants were tangled at his ankles. His shoes were hobbling his balance and he finally had to release Cheryl long enough to sit on the edge of the couch and removed them. Now unencumbered he rose and grabbed Cheryl at the arm and possessively growled.

“MINE,”

He jerked Cheryl from the groping hands of his buddies like she was a fresh kill of raw meat. He grabbed her and held her to himself. No one was going to challenge him. Chuck was the alpha male here. He took what he wanted, and first. Manuel who had been around Chuck the longest knew you didn’t take anything away 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 hell, 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. Manual stepped over to Becky and looking down he began unfastening his belt.

Manuel lowered his pants and ignored the sloppy mess around her cunt. He knelt down and began nursing at Becky’s bruised tits. Becky was breathing hard through her nose. She was almost accepting of this abuse if it meant one more of them would leave her daughter alone.

Chuck was now just toying with Cheryl on the couch. He held a powerful grip on her one arm and was biting and slobbering at any part of her he could catch an opening to. Andy had figured to film some fucking, but Chuck was enjoying just teasing Cheryl for now. He seemed to relish in her terrorized screams for help. Manuel was not going to waste any such foreplay time with Becky so Andy figured to video Manuel’s initial penetration of Becky.

Manuel’s cock wasn’t extremely long, but it was as thick as a man’s wrist. Andy was almost giddy as he proceeded to coach Manuel on how to take Becky. With only a slight amount of pressure did her pussy lips resisted before opening like a ripe fruit. Manuel’s penetration was only possible because of the two previous attacks. He buried his cock fully on the first thrust and groaned. The warm semen still inside Becky lubricated the head of his cock. He, like Chuck, also enjoyed the suffering of his victim. Manuel even removed Becky’s gag so he could clearly hear her grunts as he continued on with her. Manuel held her thighs apart and lined his cock straight-on. He continued an all-out assault driving his cock into the sticky mess of her cunt. All the fluids mixed with sweat, sounded out a sloppy suction noise with each thrust.



Jim was on the floor only a couple feet from Becky watching as she took on the third cock of the day. His head was raised as much as he could, but his eyes were a blur. Jim stared transfixed at the sight of Manuel’s thick cock pumping in and out of his wife’s pussy. Her saturated cunt was so full it was actually forcing out some of the semen left from the first two men. The excess cum was forming a bubbly ring around the base of Manuel’s prick as he pumped at her.

Jim’s tortured mind had slipped back to a time when he was just a lad. He remembered watching his Grandmother on the front porch. She was making butter from milk fat. The worn seal on the handle of the old butter churn was allowing a frothy ring of partially thickened cream to form at the base of the shaft. Jim remembered drawing his finger around the shaft, and tasting fresh butter as Grandmother pumped at the handle. Becky’s oozing pussy reminded him of that memory in a sick sort of way.



Cheryl’s screams echoed about the room. Chuck had grabbed her by the hair, and tossed her to the floor. The big man was standing over her. He was squeezing at the base of his cock. It was as if he was trying to pump still more blood into it. Cheryl had turned around, and was attempting to crawl away.

“Daddy, Daddy please, Stop him,” she screamed.

Chuck knelt on the floor behind her and caught her by the waist pulling her backwards. His cock found a soft spot on the top of her rosy ass cheeks. A devilish grin swept across his face. He had not taken anyone anally in some time, mostly because no woman could handle his size.

“Damm she’s looks tight,” laughed Chuck.

Andy turned, and realized that he was missing valuable footage.



“Hold on,” he yelled to Chuck.

Spinning the camera around, Andy left Manuel in mid rape and focused back on Cheryl. She was down on all fours. Chuck was behind her, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart with his thumbs. He had begun probing her tiny asshole with his thick fingers. Crudely he was trying to get several fingers into her trying to loosen her up. Finally, after spitting at her butt, Chuck just leaned forward and just mashed the tip of his prick against her butt. Cheryl was bawling like a new-born lamb, and fighting to pull away.



“Ahhhhhhh, she screamed, “Daddy, please make him stop.”

Chuck held onto her by the hips, following her across the rug. Andy shadowed them with the camera “zooming in” to get the details. Somewhere during her crawl, her ass had yielded. Chuck had somehow succeeded in driving his cock partially in. Each violent thrust from Chuck, now just lifted the poor girl’s knees completely off the floor. Cheryl’s legs would pedal uselessly, trying to wiggle off the imbedded cock. Her firm young breasts shook each time she landed. Chuck would then hunch over her back, driving her down again. With his one hand free, he grabbed and pulled at her titties. Slobber drooled from his mouth leaving a wet shine in the middle of Cheryl’s shoulder blades.

“NO, NO, Please take it out, PLEASE Stop.” she begged.



Jim’s ears stung with the helpless screams of his only daughter. To be introduced to sex in such a horrible way he thought. Her small frame can’t handle that man’s size. Having such a brute of a man splitting her like that, he had to be tearing up her insides. Jim twisted towards his screaming daughter. Chucks cock looked as if it were a god-damn baseball bat poking out of her ass. Jim just had to turn away. He didn’t want to see something that would be burned in his mind forever.

“Uh Uh Uh Uh,” Cheryl’s voice repeated in sharp yelps that echoed throughout the room. Chuck’s powerful thrusts were driving the air out of her. Her squalling was now being drowned out by Chuck’s louder groans of pleasure. Cheryl was panting, trying to bear the pain of the violent assault by taking only short breaths.

Cheryl’s smooth white skin contrasted against Chuck’s dark hairy figure. His huge dong was now buried deep up inside her ass cheeks. Chuck even released his grip on her waist. He held her steady with one hand by mashing down on the small of her back. This caused her ass to flare back towards him. He allowed the poor girl enough space so that it looked as though his huge dong was actually restraining her. The bulging shaft arched the gap between them then disappeared into her creamy-white ass cheeks. Eventually Chuck just leaned back and planted both hands on his hips. He started swinging his hips side to side. This caused Cheryl’s supple body to follow along. The motion of Chuck’s dick was now actually jerking her ass about.



“Ride that bitch,” roared Andy.

“Giddy-up girl,” mocked Chuck, grabbing a hold of Cheryl’s pony-tail with one hand and then wheeling the other free hand in the air, rodeo style.

Chuck even tried getting to get to his feet with the girl still attached, but the thick bulb of his cock was wedged so tightly inside of her that her body weight pulled him back down.



Although she couldn’t see it all, Becky was aware of the assault going on with her daughter too. Her muffled cries were cruelly taunted.



“Noooooooooooo!” Becky could only moan.



These men seemed to enjoy listening to her suffering. They seemed to get some perverse pleasure out of listening to the wails and moans of each of their victims. Each cry from either Cheryl or Becky was now being answered with an enthusiastic “Yeah Baby, You tell me about it,” from one of the men. The tempo of this orgy of lust seemed to hinge on just how many screams of terror the attackers could draw.



“You ride it baby,” Chuck yelled, and followed it up with a sharp slap across Cheryl’s ass just for fun.

Meanwhile, every thrust by Manuel continued to roll Becky’s shoulders over the post. Her labored breathing was being exhausted through her nose. He had been humping away steadily at Becky like some beast in rut. Slobber hung from the corners of his mouth as his body went into convulsions. He shook at Becky’s hips wildly, and began spewing his pent-up load into her. Becky’s saturated cunt would hold no more. The lips of her cunt began to puff open. The loads of cum began spurting out alongside Manuel’s driving prick. Her crotch was a total mess of sweat and mixed semen. Her legs, spread as they were, still twitched weakly some-how trying to resist.

Jim could only listen to his wife’s groans. He was being forced to watch as a helpless witness, as his family was being totally ravaged. His head was throbbing with both rage and pain. He listened to the grunts of the man on top of his wife who was now getting a third load of cum dumped into her. The gut-wrenching screams of his little Cheryl now sounded garbled. The horror of this situation was finally getting to Jim. How could they ever function as a family again? If they survived this, how would they ever be able to look at each other? How would this all end? Or would these thugs just murder them all?



Chuck’s attack on Cheryl was unrelenting. He released her hair, and with both hands on her hips lifted her from the floor. He carried her back to the couch and sitting, pulled her into a position on his lap. Andy stepped around front of her, and zoomed-in on her face. Chuck lifted the helpless girl upward and dropped her squarely down on to his waiting prick.

Cheryl’s eyes were half-closed now, her resistance completely gone. Drool trailed from her mouth. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. She seemed to be in a trance. Her mind was shutting down. She had been overloaded by this torture and she was just going limp. Her head began to roll lifelessly back and forth as Chuck began pumping her in his lap. She looked like some half-inflated love doll. Cheryl now only emitted small grunts as Chuck forced her limp body down onto his stiff prick. He had clamped on her chest just under her armpits, and was bouncing her in his lap like one would bounce a baby. Chuck soon began to increase his tempo. He shifted his grip, hugging her back against his chest. His large forearms were mashing the girl’s breasts flat. Cheryl was now almost unconscious.



Cheryl’s head had fallen back onto Chucks left shoulder and was flopping around as he worked at her. He began roughly biting at the side of her neck. Chuck was holding Cheryl upright and in her dazed state she seemed unaware of anything now. She would have probably just slid right out of Chuck’s lap, had he not been holding onto her. With a low guttural groan Chuck began cumming.

As his body racked with orgasm, he was unwittingly squeezing the air out of her chest. With Cheryl’s her head tilted back, she began making gurgling noises, as though cum were bubbling up through her body and up into her throat and choking her.

Andy had wanted to get this on video also, but Chuck was refusing to pull-out. With louder moans, he continued pumping his nuts load into her ass. Andy was still frantically trying to get a good camera view. With a free hand, he actually reached down, pushing the girl’s limp legs aside. This allowed him a clear view of Chuck’s prick. Chuck was clutching the girl tightly against his chest with both arms now. His stiff cock was bent only slightly due to the girl’s weight. The top half of his cock was driven deep up inside her. Her smooth ass cheeks cradled the bottom half of his cock. The entire shaft was pulsing like a live snake. The veins bloated and released, as the semen needed to be forced up and into her. Cheryl’s tight asshole had never loosened its grip on Chuck’s shaft. It had sealed fast, and was accepting the entire load of cum. Not a drop was leaking out.



Finally spent, Chuck’s hands slid down to the girl’s hips. His head collapsed back onto the couch. He held Cheryl at the waist, keeping her in position on top, while he savored his post-cum high. As his cock deflated, Cheryl’s body slowly settled down onto his.

Andy’s own cock had been aroused again at the gang rapes. He shouted to Tito.

“Hey man, are you ready for some more fun?” “This little babe here still got a hole what ain’t been stuffed yet.”

“Are you up for a double?” he laughed. “Need someone else on camera.” …….



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