The two brothers, Jethro and Jason McElroy, lived a spartan existence. The two owned the old farmhouse they’d lived in all their lives. Both were now in their late sixties, lived there alone since their Ma passed away some ten years ago. They made a little bit of money from an old investment fund, a fund their parents had and the two boys had inherited it when they passed. It was just enough to pay the electric bill and put some food on the table. Their old truck barely ran. They raised pigs and chickens for food.
One thing they did have was an old computer. An old desktop from the eighties, they’d eventually learned how to use it. About all they could do was look up stuff, and being as they didn’t know a lot of stuff, they ended up just occasionally looking at porn. Otherwise, they had no TV, no radio, nothing.
One night they’d gotten in the old F150 and driven to the Quick Mart. As they were leaving with some cheap bourbon, Jethro turned the corner between the building and the side of the truck, intending to get in. Instead, he found himself face to face with some young teenage girl. She stopped short of the truck’s door, said something like, “Oh, excuse me,” and waited for him. He stared at her with his usual blank expression as he slowly, very slowly, moved to the door, opened it, temporarily blocking her path. He looked at Jason who was getting in the driver’s side.
“Wanna?” he asked Jason.
Jason paused, looked at the girl, said, “Sure, why not.”
Jethro handed the bottle of bourbon over to Jason, then turned towards the teen girl. She looked confused, still waiting to get by. Jethro instead gave her a quick shot right in her gut; wham! She let out a loud “Uuuh!”, bent over, off balance. He hit her again, just to make sure, even harder. Jethro then grabbed her, pinning her arms to her body as he backed into the truck, pulling her with him. She started struggling, but could hardly speak or breathe thanks to his punches. Still, she flailed about as he struggled to pull her inside. Once in, he quickly closed the door and wrapped himself around the youngster, laying down on the seat as much as he could while Jason drove off, out of the parking lot and down the side road, towards their old farmhouse a few miles away.
Ashley Anne Freeman was seventeen. A farm girl raised by her strict mother, she was more interested in schoolwork, especially science, rather than boys or farming. Ashley was average in height and weight for a girl her age. She had well developed hips that accented her butt, like most seventeen-year-olds. She had breasts that were ok in size, just not those big, bouncy things like the cheerleaders have. Hers were more moderate; she thought they were better defined. Her nipples were her best feature she thought. Sometimes, they would get all excited and get all cool looking, a definite dark brown against her otherwise schoolgirl pale white skin. Her mom always seemed to get her the wrong size bra, and so she often wore a sweater or a vest, for if her nips ever got hard, and lately they would for almost anything, you could see them pretty easily through her too-small bra and blouse. She needed to go shopping, again.
Despite her usual teenage issues, Ashley was a pretty happy girl. She was supposed to meet Karen Fisher at the Quick Mart, then they’d go to her house and study. Ashley’s mom thought she was going to Karen’s house. Karen’s mom thought Karen was going to Ashley’s house. It would be almost an hour before anyone realized Ashley was missing.
Now Ashley lay inside this old truck. Some old guy had himself all wrapped around her; she struggled to get free, half-falling off the seat. She could hardly breathe after being punched twice; she tried to scream but could only manage a hoarse cry. They wrestled around in the dark truck as it sped through the night. Ashley couldn’t seem to get anywhere against this old man, who kept breathing hard and laughing at her as she fought.
After about fifteen minutes, the old pickup truck pulled onto the boys’ farm. Jason parked it by the back door; where he’d always parked it for over twenty years now. Jethro had fought with the girl all the way there. He was getting older, but he still liked a good struggle. She’d started to get noisier about the time they pulled in. He climbed out, pulling her roughly with him. Soon as she got dragged from inside the truck, he hit her again, this time right in her jaw. That would cost her a tooth later. For now, it stunned the girl enough to make her easier to control. Jethro got under her one arm; Jason ran around and grabbed her other arm. They dragged her inside, paused in the kitchen for a few things, then dragged the girl up the stairs. She was coming around again; started yelling, crying.
“Who, who are you? What do, what do you want? Stop, please, let me go….”
Jethro stopped on the stairs, grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. She looked at him with wide, terrified eyes, wet with tears. He snarled at her up close.
“Listen you! You just shut up, ya hear?! You keep yer stupid mouth shut, or I’m gonna keep hitting you! Understand, bitch?!” He shook her head hard.
She nodded, whispered, “yes, yes…. please, don’t hurt me, please…”
They continued up the stairway. At the top of the stairs, they dragged her into a bedroom. There was hardly any furniture. A couple of dressers, a chair, an old king-size bed, a mirror on one wall, a closet door. A single, bare light bulb hung from the ceiling in the center. One man clicked it on. Ashley was scared to death now; beyond scared. These two were going to rape her, she was pretty sure of that. That became even more obvious when they shoved her onto the bed. Maybe, maybe, maybe they were, like, crazy people. Maybe they just wanted to see her boobs? Doubtful. Maybe, maybe, she couldn’t think beyond that. She wondered for a moment how much this was going to hurt. Her whole body was shaking. She wondered if she’d have to get undressed or anything.
Jason looked at her on the bed. She had on jeans, a white blouse, a jeans jacket. She had long, dark blonde hair. You couldn’t help stare at her chest. She had some tits alright. She had some sort of book bag with her. Jason grabbed it from her, threw it behind him. He told her to stand up.
Slowly, she got up from the bed, standing to the side, backing up to the wall after she did. The two moved in closer.
“You gonna do what I tells ya to do, else or I hits you real hard,” Jason sneered at her. She stood there, shaking, back against the wall, looking to the side and down, crying.
“Wa, what do you want?” she whispered, lips trembling.
“First, you take off them pants, little girl,” he grinned, getting a laugh from Jethro. She slowly, very slowly, moved her hands to her waist as she began whispering, crying.
“No, please, don’t hurt me, please, don’t, please….”
The two kept staring at her. Ashley put her shaking fingers to her soft stomach, to her pants, undid the button, then slowly eased the zipper down. Pausing, waiting to see if that was enough, they kept telling her to keep going. She eased the pants down past her hips, slowly slid them down to the floor as she knelt down. She tried to stay there, but they made her stand up again; kick off the pants, too. It was cold in the room; her legs felt the cold air against her skin. Her shoes came off with the pants unfortunately. The two men then took off their own pants. It was so gross. Both looked and smelled like they hadn’t ever taken a shower. They both were very hairy, big and fat from too much pork, and each had a good-sized boner starting, clearly visible with them having no underwear on. She stared with eyes wide, looked away, embarrassed, but sneaking a look back now and then. She wondered if these were what they were going to rape her with. She thought to herself, ‘Of course, what else would they use? You’re such an idiot! Now you’re stuck in this place with these naked hillbillies with your pants off.’ She felt so stupid right now. They kept talking about her body, kept saying these really gross things, making really disgusting comments. Perverts they were. Then they told her to lose her panties. She really did not want to do that; shook her head some, just to see what they would do. He raised his hand to hit her. She grabbed for her underwear. He hit her anyway, a punch to her shoulder; Ow! It hurt! Damn it! She pulled the panties down with her other hand.
Jason and Jethro watched the young teenager take her panties off. Her young bush you could see now. She looked like she was in her early teens. A nice hairy bush she had. She held her hands over her crotch hair, staring at the floor, sobbing, quietly mumbling something or other. Jethro said, “My turn.”
He told Ashley to stand up straight. He told her to hold her arms over her head. She slowly did, exposing her vagina to them, her legs tightly clenched together. She stared to the side, eyes closed, occasionally glancing at them, even sometimes glancing down momentarily at their ever-enlarging dicks. She had on only her jacket, blouse and bra now. Jethro was loving it. They grew a fair amount of weed behind their house; Jethro lit a big, fat joint of home-grown; passed it to Jason. Jason took a deep breath, held it in, then blew it out into the girl’s face. She coughed. They laughed. They’d have her good and stoned before the night was over. Jethro took ahold of her jean jacket, pulled it up over her arms and off. She kept whispering, Please, no, please….” Next, he made her reach down, keeping her elbows up, and undo her blouse, one button at a time, starting at the top.
“Keep them arms up, girl! Keep ‘em up! Undo those buttons. Nice and slow, nice and sexy-like,” Jethro sneered, laughing. She slowly undid her blouse, all four buttons. Then she moved her arms to her side when she’d undone the last one, trembling, not sure what to do next.
The girl’s bra was tight; she was really pushing out of it. Some truly nice cleavage she had. They stared at those two beauties shaking like Jello, as her whole body shook. She was terrified; they were loving every second of it. Jason spoke up.
“Take off that fucking bra, girl! Take it off, right fucking now!” he shouted at her. He slapped her shoulder hard, for effect.
She cringed away; cried out. She didn’t want to take it off, but decided to try and leave her blouse on. She reached underneath her shirt, unhooked the bra in back after a lot of trouble. They kept yelling at her to hurry up; she started sobbing, “I’m trying….” Then it was undone. Slowly she slid her fingers down the bottom edge of her bra. Her hands came in front; paused. Next, she lifted her right hand up into her left sleeve. She slowly, very slowly eased the bra strap down her arm. Then she switched hands; began easing the right strap down. Once they were both off, she slowly covered her chest with her arms, clutching her bra. One man grabbed it; pulled it from her and tossed it behind them. Damn it, her stupid nipples were all hard in this freakin’ cold air! She tried to cover them with her hands.
Jason told her to raise her arms up again. She slowly did, showing them everything. Her tits were standing out like usual, those nipples really the center of their attention. She clenched her eyes shut, wondering what was next. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Jason stepped up, put his hands barely and inch from her stomach. He slowly moved down, while Jethro told her to spread her legs wide. Wider; then wider still. Jason rubbed his palm gently along the top of her bush hair, pausing his fingers just over her vagina, barely touching her pussy hair. She was really trembling; he loved it. Jason moved up, brushing gently against a breast with a finger as he slowly moved his hand close to her young teenage body. He let his palm slide along her erect nipples. His dick got really hard with that.
Jason kept moving his hand up, all the way to her neck. Slowly, he gripped her throat; slowly squeezing tighter. She gasped for air, choked, her hands moving to his arm, hesitating. He leaned down, put his mouth against hers. He pushed his tongue between her lips, forced it between her teeth. Her mouth was so small; tasted so sweet. Her lips tasted good. He began to French kiss her hard, roughly, as one hand grabbed her left tit, gripping it hard. She cried out, struggled some, but he held her against the wall. Suddenly he stopped, pushed her to the side, toward his brother standing next to him.
The second man quickly pressed his own tongue into her mouth; immediately began to French kiss her hard, roughly rubbing her two breasts. Ashley cringed, trying to stop him from molesting her with his one hand. Her other hand gripped his on her throat, as she struggled to breathe. He made her stand up, kept kissing her. She’d done this before, kissed guys. But never with old guys, especially really old guys like these two. They smelled so gross, like kissing a garbage can. Nobody had ever touched her breasts but her; yet these two old guys were all over her boobs. They hurt from the constant molesting.
Suddenly, the second old guy stopped kissing her, pushed her shoulder and yelled for her to kneel down. Anything was better than making out with these two old grandpas. Then she saw his big, hard, old man dick bouncing right in front of her as she got on her knees. Oh shit, oh shit! The old man grabbed it, put to her mouth, started yelling at her to open her fucking mouth. She got punched hard in the side of her head. Her head rang; everything was a blur. She opened her mouth like she had when he was kissing her. Instead of a wet, squirming tongue, a big soft penis pushed into her mouth. She had to stretch her mouth wide to keep from letting her teeth touch him. In it went, this big, wrinkly head. It looked just like the pictures in Anatomy class. It completely filled her mouth; rubbing along the top of her mouth as well as her tongue. It pressed her tongue down hard as it moved in; she again could hardly breathe. She sucked in air right past it, until it completely cut off her air. She struggled for air; he gripped her head tight. He eased back, let her get a few breaths from around his penis, then pushed in again. Again, she couldn’t breathe.
They did this for a long time. The longer they did this, the bigger his erection got. The bigger it got, the more the man tried to push it in. She gagged a lot, almost puked a couple of times. Again and again, he attacked her mouth, pushing farther and farther into her throat as he did. He did this for several minutes, then stopped, pulling out. She gasped for air, taking big gulps of air, trying to catch up. The second old man put his own penis to her though, and soon she had another man’s erection getting hard and long inside her mouth. She did puke once this time. It was so disgusting. The flared part of the head would rub along her mouth, back and forth, as he raped her. She was actually giving blowjobs to two old grandpas. It couldn’t get any worse than this, for sure.
The second man stopped raping her mouth, pulled her up, began to rub his hands all over her body. He rubbed her breasts roughly, pinched the nipples too, very hard. She cried out when he did that. He bent down, started to suck hard on one of them, even bit it a few times. It really hurt when he did that, making her cry out each time. His one hand moved down into her bush, his fingers searching for her vagina. She tried to press her thighs together, but her pushed down, got one finger right there, right by her hole, rubbing her clitoris and between her pussy lips. She once momentarily moved her legs apart slightly. She didn’t mean to, but he got his hand in between her thighs then. She thought, ‘I’m much too small, too dry to be raped. He couldn’t possibly…’
Ashley got pushed down to her knees again. He made her lick his penis a whole lot. Made her spit all over it, too. Oh crap, she thought. Better makes this good or he might want to do the other thing. She spit a lot; moved her tongue around on his thing a lot. It was disgusting, but she knew she must. If I can just make this guy cum, then I won’t get pregnant… She braced herself for his sperm to shoot into her mouth….
Suddenly, he pulled her up and pushed her onto the bed. He climbed on with her; she scrambled back until he stopped her. She pressed her hands against his hairy chest. She couldn’t budge him. His hand was guiding his now wet penis right to her vagina. Her legs kicked around a lot, but he was between her thighs; she couldn’t hardly do anything. She felt his thing touch her, felt it close to her hole. The other man pulled her right leg wider open. She tried, but couldn’t stop it.
Ashley felt the man pressing himself against her vagina; pushing around and around until she felt it find her hole, started pushing its way in. She’d had a few tampons, but that was all. This was enormous! Too big! WAY too big! She may be seventeen, but not every girl in school had slept with someone. She hadn’t. At least, until now.
Jason pushed into that tight little twat of hers. She’d gotten him pretty wet with her spit; he pressed in between those really tight lips and into that dry little pussy hole. He kept pushing, not wanting to stop or even pause. She arched her back a whole lot as he pushed in. She cried out, actually screamed some, her legs at first squeezing tight, then spreading wide as the girl desperately searched for a less painful position. He pushed and pushed, until he felt that hymen go past, then deeper still. Oh man, this felt good! She was so fucking tight and warm around his dick! When his crotch hair pressed into hers, he knew he was in far enough. It felt so good; it’d been a long time. Almost five years now, since he’d had that little fat ten-year-old. This girl was much better. He started to really hump her; began thrusting back and forth into her, making her grunt “Uh! Uh! Uh!” as he worked himself back and forth in that tight little twat of hers. Ha! For sixty-eight, he wasn’t doing too badly.
Ashley was in shock now. She was being raped; this big, ugly, old man was raping her. She lay there, exhausted from struggling, breathing heavily as he raped her over and over again. She couldn’t resist anymore; what was the point? She couldn’t stop him. She waited for him to finish. His thing pushed back and forth inside her; her vagina felt like it was being torn open, it was so painful. She was pretty wet down there now; that helped some. Her pussy lips were very wet; his nut sack kept slapping against her butt cheeks. He was going in so deep; she kept crying, begging him not go so far.
“Please, stop! Stop! It hurts! It really hurts! Please, not so much, not so far, it really hurts when you…..”
Ashley stopped, gasping, taking fast, deep breaths as he kept pounding himself into her. Her whole body was getting pushed around. Her breasts kept bouncing around; her nipples brushing against his grey chest hair. He went on and on, she was forever being rocked back and forth by his deep, hard thrusts into her. She clenched her eyes closed, gritted her teeth, feeling every inch of his huge hard-on sliding past her pussy lips.
When he did finish, he got up off of her. She thought it was over, then suddenly realized the second old man was taking his turn. She begged them, “No, no, not again….” Instead of getting on top of her, they grabbed her arms, making this crazy giggling sound as they forced her over, face down on the bed. She looked at them; they started tying her hands to the old bedposts.
“What… what are you doing? Why are you doing that….?” She sobbed.
The man laughed back at her. “Because, little girl, you ain’t gonna like what’s coming next!”
Her arms now tied wide apart, Jethro climbed on the bed behind the youngster. Man, she had one very sexy ass on her! He couldn’t wait to make it shake. He forced her up to her knees. That ass was so fucking hot. A couple of punches from Jason made her stay on her knees. He grabbed his cock. He’d been stroking himself while his brother had sex with the girl. Now it was his turn. He put his cock to her little hole, pushed into her. She gasped and jumped. He started to thrust into her. She was wet, well lubricated now, but still in a lot of pain. He pounded her tight little cunt for a long time, watching her ass cheeks wiggle with every thrust. He didn’t stay long though. He wanted other things.
Once he felt he was hard enough, he pulled out and put it to her asshole. As he began to press in, she screamed, tried to move, squeezed her butt tight, but couldn’t do much to stop him. He pressed in and with a pop he was in her. She really began screaming then! Her sphincter was really, really tight around his cock. Jethro began to hump her tight little ass. Back and forth, she was moving around too, trying to stop him but just making it feel even better. She went down, flat to the mattress. He stayed with her, began pounding into her tight ass over and over again. His cock hair pressing against her ass felt so good; he was ‘balls deep’ in her now! Ha! Pa would be so proud of him.
Eventually, Ashley felt the old man shoot his cum into her ass. Her rectum hurt so much after he pulled out. She thought it was over, but they dragged her from the bed, made her give them blowjobs again. She almost puked again; their cum-covered cocks were smaller now, but she had to keep going until they were all big and hard again. One man started to rape her vagina again, as she lay on the bed on her back, with her head pushed over the side. The second old man stood there, making her lick his thing as she was being raped, holding his dick and then his balls to her face. When the man finished raping her vagina, the second man took his place. The first man came around, made her lick him too as she felt another dick getting pushed into her again. After he finished, they seemed to be pretty exhausted. They were really old, after all. Ashley was pulled upstairs, taken outside, gagged and tied up in the hog pen. Her fate would be decided tomorrow.