The Intruder

Chapter 6

Caitlin pulled desperately at the tape, trying to get her wrists free.

"You shouldn't do that, Caitlin," Jessie said. "He'll get mad."

"Fuck him!"

"He'll hurt you. He'll hurt us."

"Not if we aren't here when the bastard comes back. Yuck, God damned bastard! This shit is all over me."

"Me too. He made me drink some before."

"Oh God. How disgusting!"

"I nearly threw up. But I knew he'd make me drink that too."

"We have to get the fuck out of here, Jessie."

"We can't."

"Try! See if you can pull your wrists apart."

"I can't."

"Try!"

"No. He'll notice and get mad. I'm not moving."

"You dumb little bitch! Do you want him to come back and rape us?"

"Better than getting whipped on the cunt or the titties, or having him strangle you or beat you up."

"He might do that anyway!" Caitlin pulled and twisted her hands, ignoring the pain as she tried to jerk them back from the tape that held them.

No matter how hard she pulled she couldn't get her arms free and though she rolled back and forth and splashed in the puddle of horse sperm in the bottom of the tub, she and Jessie stayed where they were.

"Well, well, well. Isn't this pretty." The two girls looked up at the sound of Jones' hated voice and saw him grinning down at them. He held a knife in his hands and they cringed as he bent over the tub. All he did though was cut the tape off them.

Both girls sat up in the tub, Jessie fearful, Caitlin scowling.

"Have a nice time, girls?" he sneered. He reached behind the door and pulled out a plastic gallon jug, holding it up gleefully.

"Look what came while you were busy. I almost missed the guy but I got back just in time." he took off the top and showed them the gooey white contents.

"Here, cunt. See what it tastes like," he sneered, holding it out to Caitlin. She drew back in disgust.

"Take a good long drink, whore." he ordered. Again he held it to her lips but again she kept her mouth closed an drew back against the opposite wall. He smiled, then motioned Jessie forward.

"Show sis how good it tastes, slut," he leered.

She put her lips to the edge and started drinking as he held the heavy container in place. She drank and drank for almost a full minute. When he pulled the container away almost a quarter of it was gone and Jessie looked white in the face.

"See how good it is," he smirked. "Show your sister how good it makes you feel, whore.' Jerk off for us. Lean back and jerk off real nice."

Jessie slowly leaned back against the corner of the tub, still sitting on her heels. Her eyes were dull and almost vacant as she ran her hands up and down her sticky body, cupped and fondled her breasts, then started rubbing her slit.

Jones tilted the container and a long thick stream of horse sperm poured down over her head and face, then splashed off her tits. He let the stream fall right onto her cunt, ordering her to pry her cunt lips open and lay back. She lay back, her knees back and legs wide, holding her cunt open as he poured the stuff right into her hole.

She was utterly coated in the sticky sperm and Caitlin watched, nauseated as Jessie plunged four fingers into her cunt and squeezed her titties hard, her body writhing as she grunted and moaned and sighed in fake pleasure.

"Okay, whore. That's enough self loving. Now do your sis. I wasn't to see a good hard kiss and I want you to squeeze those round titties of hers until they come off."

Caitlin drew back into the opposite corner, trying to push Jessie away as the cum smeared girl, her hair plastered to, her scalp and cum dribbling down off it and off her face and shoulders, tried to embrace her.

Jones produced a second gallon container and poured it down on Caitlin's head. She screamed and tried to avoid it but her sister grabbed her and started kissing her, mashing her cum wet tits against Caitlin's. The two rolled to the bottom of the tub as Jones poured the contents all over them, deepening the level of the cum in the tub.

He grinned and snickered as Jessie fought to kiss and fondle her sister.

"All right, blondie. Get your ass out of the tub." Jessie gratefully pulled away and stepped out of the tub, dripping cum onto the floor.

"As for you, slut," Jones said to Caitlin. "You're gonna learn a lesson."

He turned his back on her and opened the cabinet, then fished out a pair of plastic gloves. Caitlin jumped out of the tub and he jerked aside, not wanting her to get horse sperm on him. She ran out the door with him in pursuit, down the hail, down the stairs and out the door.

She ran across the lawn towards the nearest building, the stable, hoping to hide, but he was too close and reached out, grabbing her long, trailing hair and jerking her to a halt. He whirled her around and slammed his knee up into her bare cunt, lifting her right off her feet with the force of the blow.

She gurgled in shock and agony, her legs going rubbery and dropping her downward. But he slammed his knee up into her crotch twice more as he held her by the hair and arm and then turned and threw her into the wooden fence, slamming his fist into her side.

She sagged to the ground and he gripped her under the arms, hauling her up again. The top rail of the wooden fence was at chest level and he forced her arms over it, pulling her hands under and back. She was bent over and helpless and he slammed his knee up into her pulpy cunt again and again, until she was unconscious.

Jessie had stayed in the bathroom, kneeling in the corner and trembling in fear. He came back and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her after him as he went back downstairs. He picked up a bag and shoved it into her chest, ordering her to follow him.

They went back to the corral, where Jessie spotted her sister lying in a heap. She squeaked in fear but saw almost at once that Caitlin was still alive.

Jones lifted the unconscious girl and pushed her back against the fence. He made Jessie hold her there as he brought her arms around and under the top rail, tying them in place with a rope he took from the bag. He tied her legs wide apart as well, so they weren't even on the ground and the helpless girl's weigh rested mostly on her armpits.

He stood back and looked at her in approval. With her arms around the rail her chest was pushed out nice an firm and her slit was parted wide for his inspection.

He took the bag from the subdued blonde and fished around in it, pulling out a little vial.

He held it under Caitlin's nose and the girl started mumbling and jerking and twitching, then she woke up with a gasp. He snickered and pulled it back.

"Wouldn't want you to sleep through this, whore."

"Go inside and get me a couple of those containers of horse sperm," he ordered Jessie. "They're right by the front door."

She trotted back to the house, not for a minute considering running. Meanwhile he pulled out a riding crop from the bag and held it out to the bedraggled, moaning brunette.

"I went and got some professional equipment," he smirked. "It's made for slut training."

He slammed it down on her right tit and she screamed in pain, jerking helplessly against the ropes. He laughed and swung it down again, this time on her left tit. Again she screamed and jerked and wept as an angry red welt appeared.

He swung the crop down against her stomach, then her right tit again, then swung it in a sideways motion against both tits at once. They jiggled and bounced and he laughed, swinging it again the same way.

Jessie ran up with the two containers held against her chest. He put down the crop and plucked a clamp from the bag, slipping it over Caitlin's nose. Then he took one of the containers from Jessie, ordering her to put the other down.

He opened one, then motioned Jessie over the fence.

"Grab her hair and pull her head way back," he ordered.

Jessie did as he ordered, trying to ignore Caitlin's moan of pain as she forced her head upside down.

Jones poured the entire contents of the sperm container down over Caitlin's face and shoulders and down the front of her body, his boner sticking out against his jeans as he watched.

He pulled a big wide funnel from the bag and slapped gripped Caitlin's right tit with his gloved hand, then twisted savagely. She screamed and in the middle of the scream he forced the tube between her teeth and into her mouth.

He picked up the second container and started pouring it into the funnel as Jessie held her sister's head back. The creamy fluid poured out the end of the funnel into Caitlin's mouth, then rapidly filled the oral cavity and backed up to the top of the funnel, overflowing it and pouring down on the brunette's cum smeared face.

Jones stopped pouring and smiled.

"You better swallow that cum, whore, otherwise you'll drown on it. You ain't gonna breath till you've taken it all."

He watched the level of cum in the funnel start to go down and saw the girl's throat bulging as she swallowed again and again. When the funnel and her mouth were empty, her chest heaved as she drew in air. He gave her a few seconds, then started pouring again.

Again the funnel filled, though this time it was obvious she was drinking quickly. The level slid downward steadily and she breathed again. Again and again he filled the funnel, watching the horse sperm go down the luscious brunette's throat and into her belly.

"Please no more," she moaned, "I can't take any more. Please. Please, I'm all full. Please," she groaned around the funnel. He ignored her pouring more, removing the clamp from her nose so she could breath but warning her it would be back if she didn't continue to drink steadily.

She kept drinking as he kept pouring. She choked after a half minute and sperm shot out her nose as she started coughing and choking and gagging. He examined the container. It was almost half empty. He grinned at her, then bent and untied her legs.

He pushed right leg up beside her head, tying it to the top rail, then pushed her left leg up, forcing her left foot up next to her head as well. With both tied there and her groin open and vulnerable, he picked up the crop and started whipping her cunt and asshole.

She choked and screamed and jerked helplessly, pain ripping through her system, her mind dazed and weak, her belly bloated, nausea filling her system. She threw up, but all she'd eaten or drunk that day was sperm so that was what poured out over her body as Jessie let go of her head.

Jones kept slashing the crop down on her cunt for almost a full minute, then stopped with a nasty smile.

"Starting to understand what happens when you disobey me and try to escape?"

He pulled a long hose from the bag and shoved it into her ass, feeding inch after inch of rubber into her shitter. Then he lifted the funnel from where it had fallen on the ground and attached it to the end of the tube. Jessie held it up at chest height as he poured horse sperm into it.

The sperm slid down the tube and up into Caitlin's asshole, almost a full quart of it seeping into her guts before her ass was full and would take no more. She sobbed and wept through it, coughing and hacking and choking on sperm barf.

Jones took the hose out of her ass and stuffed a plug in place, then shoved the hose up her cunt and poured another quart of horse sperm into her. When the container was empty he sent Jessie into the house for another. He shoved a round plug into her cunt and then used tape to seal both holes tightly.

Jessie returned with the container and he took it from her and set it down on the ground, then picked up the riding crop. To her surprise, he gave it to Jessie. She took it uncertainly, looking at him in bewilderment.

"Use it on her cunt." She turned and swallowed, looking at her moaning, groaning sister.

"I… I don't…

"If you don't I'll use it on her then on you."

Jessie moaned in indecision, then lifted the crop and brought it down lightly on Caitlin's cunt.

"Harder, slut!"

Jessie jumped in fear, then swung again. This time the crop made a loud thwack as it slashed into Caitlin's sperm covered pussy. Of course the tape was in the way but the girl still screamed in pain. Jessie struck her crotch several times, then stopped as Jones took it from her and pushed her away.

"Get on all fours," he ordered. Jessie immediately complied. She looked back and moaned as Jones stuffed the hose into her asshole. She felt the slimy thing slide deep into her bowels, then watched as Jones held the container awkwardly and started pouring. She felt the stuff gurgle down into her asshole and quickly fill it up.

Caitlin was groaning and moaning now from the cramps in her belly. Her guts were rolling and aching from all the liquid up inside her but she couldn't expel it because of the plugs.

Jones untied Caitlin, but only to turn the exhausted, dazed girl around and retie her facing the fence. Again he bent her arms around the top post and tied them in place. He gave Jessie the crop again and she said a prayer then swung it down against Caitlin's back.

Caitlin let out a cry of misery that brought tears to Jessie's eyes, but at Jones' order she swung the crop down on her back again, then again, then slashed it across her rounded buttocks a dozen or more times.

She tried to ignore the growing discomfort in her own gut as the quart or so of sperm that was up in her asshole fought to escape. She clamped down on her sphincter, terrified of what Jones would do if she let all the horse sperm spew out.

"Enough for now," he said finally. He cut the brunette loose and she slid to the ground, apparently lifeless. He knew better though. He kicked her in the side and she groaned in pain.

"Okay whore, get sis to suck you off. Climb over her face and drop that slutty wet cunt down on her mouth."

Jessie was holding her stomach and groaning. She looked up at him miserably.

"Please can't I go to the bathroom?" she moaned.

"When I say. Now climb aboard slut face there and get a good eating."

She straddled Caitlin's face, wincing from the pain in her belly. She let her cunt come down on Caitlin's face but the brunette made no attempt to eat her.

"Eat the pussy, you cunt faced whore!" Jones yelled. "Suck that clitty!"

He put his foot down on Caitlin's abdomen and slowly brought his weight down. She gasped in pain and pushed feebly at his foot. "Ohh! Ohh! Uhh! P… p… Please! Please!" she gasped.

"Suck that cunt or I'll make your belly explode," he snapped.

She pushed her tongue out against her sister's slit and started tonguing it. Jessie moaned too, her own belly grumbling and rolling, threatening to rip open from the pressure of her swollen bowels.

Jessie leaned far forward, her hands on the ground, then her face actually pressed against the grass as her crotch sat on her sister's jaw. Suddenly she screamed and her ass burst open, spewing a thick white mass of horse sperm down onto Caitlin's face and chest.

Caitlin choked and coughed but kept sucking on her cunt as though nothing had happened. Jessie groaned in relief, her belly and groin feeling an immense pleasure at the sudden emptiness. She groaned and hugged Caitlin's face as the woman's tongue pushed up into her slit and tongued her clitty.

She closed her eyes, sighing in happiness, her body feeling a glow of pleasure. Her cunt was burning with heat she suddenly realized and before she could think about why or how or what to do about it she was cumming, cumming furiously, her own cum spewing down onto her sister's sperm stained face as she ground her bald puffy cunt into Caitlin's face.

Jessie washed herself off with a hose and soap, then had to clean up Caitlin, who was in no shape to do anything much beyond moaning and whimpering. She was as gentle as she could with her sister, but knew the girl's many cuts were stinging from the powerful soap.

Not content to clean herself outside, the blonde pushed the garden hose up her asshole and let water sluice up into her for a full minute before removing it. She shoved it up Caitlin's cunt and asshole too, nothing too intimate for her any more.

Clean, the two staggered back to the house where Jones sat before the big screen TV watching a ball game. Jessie took Caitlin upstairs to her room and put her to bed, hoping Jones would leave her alone for a while. There was no such luck, though. Jones was too excited to wait longer than it took for the sloppy, cum stained girls to get clean. Almost as soon as Caitlin was settled in bed, wincing from the pain in her back, tits, ass and cunt, Jones came into the room with his hard-on, looking for a place to put it.

Jessie felt guilty for having cum on Caitlin's face and from pouring all that slimy gunk down on her. She offered to suck or fuck the cruel man, but Jones wanted Caitlin. Shoving Jessie aside he jerked off the covers and looked down at the nubile woman laying there.

He gripped her arm and rolled her onto her belly, then got into bed, kneeling between her legs and pulling them wide apart. He leaned forward, dropping his pants and taking out his hard prick, then pushed it against the brunette's asshole.

Jessie watched, wringing her hands a little as she saw Jones force more and more of his thick cock meat down into the groaning girl's anus. He draped his body over the brunette and thrust hard. Caitlin gasped in pain as the full length of his prong rammed up into her asshole.

Like Jessie, she'd never been sodomised before, but after the horrible events of the day there was nothing that could disgust her any more. She lay there and let him spear her asshole, just hoping he would quickly finish. She clenched her teeth against the pain, pressing her face into the pillow as Jones pounded his cock up and down her rectum.

She didn't realize that, like Jessie, she had become tamed, unresisting, not thinking about anything but freedom from pain, willing to undergo anything so long as it would keep her from being whipped or beaten. She didn't even think of protesting as Jones reamed her as hard as he could, then spurted his wad down into her ass.

She was happy to feel it shooting into her. After all, she'd been pumped full of horse semen. At least this was only a bit and human, if she could call Jones human and it meant he was finished with her.

"Thank me for the cum," he said as he slipped his ass out from between her buttocks.

"Thank you for the cum," she whispered.

"Any time, slut," he laughed, slapping her ass. He swaggered out of the room and Jessie rushed over to comfort her. The blonde girl got into the bed with her and the two hugged each other tightly.

"He's so mean," she whined.

"He's… he's a cocksucker," Caitlin groaned, gazing down at her bruised and battered flesh. She slid her hand back behind her and rubbed her sore ass, wincing at the sharp stinging that remained in her reamed out asshole.

"That disgusting, filthy pervert," she groaned. "Isn't it awful being fucked in the ass?" Jessie sighed in agreement.

"Jessie… we have to get that fucking tape from him."

"What?"

"The tape! The tape of us… of us… you know… doing things."

"Oh that." Jessie blushed in remembrance.

"Can you imagine if anyone we know sees it!"

"But it wasn't our fault!" Jessie protested.

"That doesn't matter! Jesus Christ can you imagine if Mom and Dad see it? We can't even call the police in case they catch him and see the tape. What if they show it to everyone?"

"They wouldn't do that. Would they?"

"They're men aren't they? I bet they'd all have a good long look at it. And they'd all show their friends and maybe make copies."

"I don't want to call the police anyway. I mean, we can't tell them what happened… the things we did, you know."

"What are we going to do, damn it? We can't let him keep doing this to us! We have to get the tape and get away somehow."

"What if he stays here and waits for us?"

"He wouldn't do that."

"But he's crazy! Who knows what he'd do?"

"Maybe you're right," Caitlin sighed. She squeezed her asshole again.

"It sure hurts being fucked in the ass," she complained.

"It'll feel better soon."

"Where did he get all that horse sperm anyway? Shit. I've never felt so nauseated in my life."

"He ordered it from the farmers depot. And he used our credit cards, the bastard."

"We have to kill him, Jessie. We'll just kill him and dump his body in the septic tank or something."

"How? He's got the gun."

"Where? Lots of times he's naked and I don't see the gun anywhere. If we could just get it then and shoot him… " Caitlin growled.

"I don't know. I've never shot anybody before."

"Well neither have I you idiot! I don't intend to wait for him to decide to kill us though."

"Do you think he will?"

"I don't know. Either way he's going to rape us in the cunt and asshole and make us suck each other off and do all sorts of other disgusting things to us. I don't want to swallow any more horse sperm and I don't want to lick your pussy again!"

"Well I don't like licking your pussy either!"

"I wasn't blaming you, Jessie. Anyway, licking your pussy and sucking your tits is the least disgusting thing he's made me do. I don't mind that so much as his filthy cock."

"I don't really mind it either, I mean, not like getting beat on or raped up the ass. Actually it's the first time I ever licked a pussy before. It was kind of… I don't know… kind of interesting."

"Interesting? You thought it was interesting. God you're a dumb slut!"

"I am not! I didn't mean, well, It's just something I've thought of before and, well, It was kind of… not that bad a thing."

"Well if we get out of this mess you can lick my pussy all you want to," Caitlin scowled.

"I didn't mean that!" Jessie flushed.

"Shit, my pussy hurts like hell, too," Caitlin groaned, rubbing it softly.

"I'm sorry about that," Jessie said, contritely. "I didn't want to whip your pussy at all but he made me."

"Well you didn't have to whip so hard."

"Is it really sore?"

"Yes! So are my titties. God." She rubbed her titties.

"I'm sorry," Jessie said. She too gazed down at the wounded mammary meat. She reached down and stroked Caitlin's right breast, feeling for welts or swellings on the soft flesh. Her fingers slid over the slightly discolored flesh without finding any bumps or swelling.

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" she grinned.

"Don't be such a slut, Jessie," Caitlin moaned.

"Well, it couldn't hurt." She bent and slid her tongue softly up and down Caitlin's rounded mammary melon. Caitlin started to push her away but the other girl's soft tongue did feel kind of good as it stroked across her silky flesh.

She rolled back on her back and did nothing as Jessie slid her tongue up and down and all around the rounded tit mounds. The blonde slid her right hand under Caitlin's left tit and kind of stroked the underside, sliding her hand back and forth, sliding around the edges of the fat boob.

She saw that Caitlin's nipples were hardening and remembered how she'd seen the riding crop slash directly across the soft pink flesh. She slid her tongue directly over the nipple, hoping it made her sister feel better. She worked very tenderly over the wounded mammary meat, wanting to ease the leftover pain.

Caitlin sighed softly, closing her eyes as she lay her head back on the pillow. Jessie slid her tongue over onto the other nipple, sliding it around and around, then slurping directly across it. She slid her lips around the hard little bud and rubbed and squeezed them around it, then suckled gently.

Her hand moved down between Caitlin's legs and stroked her bare, bald little snatch, two fingers softly rubbing up and down along her slit, pressing just hard enough to pry the cunt lips apart and slide within the cleft, stroking over her clitty.

She didn't see or hear Jones coming into the room, for he moved very silently, a grim smile on his face. In his left hand he held a mass of leather and chain, in his right, a long metal tube resembling a bicycle air pump. He extended the air pump directly out in front of him as he moved closer to the bed.

Jessie was on her side, though tilted over against her sister's body. Her legs were parted slightly, revealing her cunt crack. Jones slid the tip of the narrow tube in between the blonde girl's parted thighs, a nasty smile on his face, then he jammed it hard against the girl's bald cunt.