Abducted!

Kelsey Adams, 27, petite, 34D, 5'4", brunette, brown eyes

OOC: closed to Rick345


IC
She always ran the same route, an even four miles, first thing every morning, but today had been busy, she had handed in the final chapter in her book, and between one thing and another, the day had got away from her.

It had been an eleventh hour decision to park at the convenience store and go for a quick run. She was breathing hard, sheened with sweat when she returned to her car, reversing out of her parking spot. She paused. She could use some more orange juice for the morning, but had come out with out her purse. She began sorting through the small change she kept in the car to feed parking metres, when suddenly the passenger door and rear door of her car were flung open.

A gun was rammed against the back of her skull. Her heart skipped a beat, and then began to race, as terror consumed her.

"Drive bitch! Quick before I blow your fucking head off!"

Kelsey stifled her scream, and flattened her foot on the floor of her car, making the car fishtail as she catapulted out of there.

"Please don't hurt me! Please, take the car, let me go!"

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"What the fuck's a matter with ya? I told you to hush your fuck'n mouth and drive and no funny stuff..."

In the following moment of utter silence the only sound to be heard was a metallic "click" as Roscoe pulls back the hummer of the snub nosed 38 revolver and slides the cold pitiless muzzle down the back of her head and jams it against the base of her skull pointing it slightly upward so if he has to pull the trigger her brains will be scatted on the gray padded roof liner of the silver 2004 Toyota Camry he and his brother have just carjacked.....

"Oh Roscoe, she sure is a perdy one; you done good Roscoe you done real good! He he he...", like the sound of someone with a bad case of the hiccups the voice with a distinct twang comes form the back seat to the right of the gun.... continues, "Just do as he says miss, Roscoe's got a real bad temper its some'm fierce to behold... He'll mess you up in a heartbeat just do as he says and he won't hurt ya... It'll be a shame if he messes you up your real perdy real perdy indeedy...."

"Bo hush up a minute I got some thinkin' to do and you know I can't think when people are yammerin' at me.... Now miss you head on up to Mount Cheaha take the old Bran's Road we'll going for a little ride you just do as I say and everything will be alright I'll tell ya when to turn its about 50 miles up the old Bran's Road in the Bunkhead National Forest... And keep your pie hole shut just nod yes if you understand what I'm tell'n ya...."

Roscoe had made a living sealing cars and selling them to chop shops or at his cousins car lot back in the hills were everyone was dirt poor no one asks questions when there was money to be made and the sheriff didn't care as long as he got his cut. Of course the sheriff didn't refer to his take as a cut but, considered it a county tax on goods sold in Jefferson county and since he was not only the sheriff but, the county clerk, and tax collector it was his duty to collect revenues form those rich city folk from down below.

Kelsey was shaking like a leaf as terror consumed her. They were going to kill her! Each had a gun, both were pointed at her!! She swerved as she pulled out, her scream still reverberating around the inside of the car.

"What the fuck's a matter with ya? I told you to hush your fuck'n mouth and drive and no funny stuff..."

She was in such a panic, she was having trouble controlling the car, distracted, and causing several other drivers to sound their horns at her.

"Oh Roscoe, she sure is a perdy one; you done good Roscoe you done real good! He he he...",

While ordinarily being called pretty, or perdy, as he put it, would make her smile and blush, now, it made her skin crawl. She didn't want them to find her remotely attractive, she wanted them to find her as repulsive, as she found them. She couldn't see much of Roscoe, as he sat in the passenger seat, a ball cap pulled low over his eyes, shading his face. The one in the back didn't sound like he was all there, and she was suddenly reminded of the banjo playing simpleton from The Deliverance

"Please! Please don't hurt me!! Let me go! Take the car! I beg you!!"

". Now miss you head on up to Mount Cheaha take the old Bran's Road we'll going for a little ride you just do as I say and everything will be alright I'll tell ya when to turn its about 50 miles up the old Bran's Road in the Bunkhead National Forest... And keep your pie hole shut just nod yes if you understand what I'm tell'n ya...."

Kelsey began to cry, as Rosco announced where he wanted her to drive to. He wanted her to drive up that old road, and then turn off fifty miles up there. She knew the turning for the old Bran's Road. She began to hiccup as she cried, and struggled to breathe at the same time. Out by that road, it was real hill billy country, and she shuddered to think what was fifty miles up that road.

They drove in silence, except for her crying. She knew that the further she went from civilisation, the worse her chances of somehow getting out of this.

She soon found herself close to Mount Cheaha, and her panic grew, and she flashed her headlights hoping that another motorist might call it in. Had they robbed the convenience store?? Surely the cops would be in hot pursuit? Maybe that was the key! She slowed down, as much as she dared, desperately hoping against hope that help would be at hand.

Despite slowing, the car seemed to eat up the miles. Rosco fiddled with the radio, turing into a music station, where country music was playing. It stopped her from hearing her own sobs, and for that, at least, she was grateful.

Soon the turning for the Old Bran's Road appeared. Where the fuck were the cops?? Surely they should have been chasing them?? catching up?? Rescuing her??? She turned suddenly into the road, hoping that the car behind her would remember her poor driving! As she made her way up the road, dust rose behind her, and there wasn't a car in sight, and her heart sank even further as she filled with despair.

She soon found herself close to Mount Cheaha, and her panic grew, and she flashed her headlights hoping that another motorist might call it in. Had they robbed the convenience store?? Surely the cops would be in hot pursuit? Maybe that was the key! She slowed down, as much as she dared, desperately hoping against hope that help would be at hand.

"Lady, quite flashin' the lights and slow'n down it ain't gonn'a help ya there ain't no one up in the country but, my kin folk and there gave up on Bo and me a long time ago. Just keep driving and give me your purse nice and easy. I just need to barrow your debit card fer a bit and give me any cash you got. All this explain'n to you has worked up a powerful thirst and Bo and I need a few brews to wash the dust out of our throats.", Roscoe explained in a cold calculated manner brought on by plenty of practice.

There'll be a gas station up here a piece and Bo is gon'a barrow your debit card to buy some beer so when you see that little white store you pull in and give Bo your card and PIN number and your cash now let me explain what will happen if you don't remember your PIN number or perhaps you become confused and give him the wrong number. Or if Bo messes up and doesn't git your card to work I'm going to buy a gallon of gas and we're goin' to drive up the road a just a bit then shoot both your knee caps and your hands pour the gas over you, crack the window just a bit then Bo and I will git out lock the car and toss a match in your lap and you will burn alive.... So do exactly as I say and make damn sure Bo understands what your PIN number is... Do we understand each other?", Roscoe said through a grimacing smile showing his yellow crooked teeth well the teeth he had left...

"Do what he says ma'am I don't want to hurt no one and I'll try to remember the number you say I promise I'll try real hard but, I ain't never been no good with no number figurin'", Bo shaking as he speaks... Pounding his forehead with the palm of his open hand, "Oh Lord Jesus help me remember... Help me Jesus..."

"Lady, quite flashin' the lights and slow'n down it ain't gonn'a help ya there ain't no one up in the country but, my kin folk"

Shit!! Her heart sank, and with it her hopes that someone might call the cops, or mount a rescue. This was the back end of nowhere, and the further they went from civilisation, the smaller her chances of rescue.

"Just keep driving and give me your purse nice and easy. I just need to barrow your debit card fer a bit and give me any cash you got. All this explain'n to you has worked up a powerful thirst and Bo and I need a few brews to wash the dust out of our throats.",

Roscoe was scary. Her initial fear that they were stealing her money, was quickly replaced by the realisation that using her card would leave a trail, and hopefully when someone realised she was missing, that would be one of the first things they would check.

Roscoe directed her to the gas station, and then told her to tell him her PIN. He was terrifying her!

"Let me explain what will happen if you don't remember your PIN number or perhaps you become confused and give him the wrong number. Or if Bo messes up and doesn't git your card to work I'm going to buy a gallon of gas and we're goin' to drive up the road a just a bit then shoot both your knee caps and your hands pour the gas over you, crack the window just a bit then Bo and I will git out lock the car and toss a match in your lap and you will burn alive.... So do exactly as I say and make damn sure Bo understands what your PIN number is... Do we understand each other?"

She was shaking, her mind suddenly blank. What was her number??? She was trying desperately to calm herself, to breathe slowly, to remember her number. Panic was confusing her, and Roscoe's threat was sending her to a point where she couldn't think clearly.

Oh God!! That halfwit Bo was yammering on about being no good remembering numbers.

56 24! That was it!

"Fifty-six, twenty four!"

She all but shouted it, relieved that it had come to mind. Bo took her card, and her handful of cash - a hundred, a hundred and twenty dollars. He was walking to the door of the store, repeating the number over and over.

She called out the window. "Fifty six, twenty four!"

She felt like she held her breath the entire time he was in there, watching Roscoe out of the corner of her eye, being careful not to look directly at him. She wondered if she dared drop something out the window, something that might be a clue for anyone looking for her, but she was paralysed with fear, wondering if she was about to be set on fire.

Then she saw him, big grin on his face as he came out, a couple of six packs, and some other bits and pieces in a bag. He'd managed to work her card, and she was so relieved to be robbed rather than set on fire.

Bo walked around the car opened the gas cap and pumped in thirty dollars of gas enough to get them to their destination and little extra for joy riding. Once the numbers on the pump stopped spinning he carefully replaced the gas cap and closed the little door that covered it. Then walked around the rear of the car carefully eyeing the ground just in case the woman tied to drop something out the window to give a clue to her situation and present and future location. Bo wasn't the brightest crayon in the box but, this wasn't his first rodeo either and practice makes perfect and he and Roscoe had plenty of practice at their little game. Once satisfied their sweet little plaything hadn't tried anything funny he opened the passenger's door and climbed in popping the tab on a beer and passing it back to Roscoe before he had even closing the door.

"Oh e'cuse me manners miss would you care fer a cold one? Momma always said be nice to the ladies and they'll be nice to you and Momma was a real smart lady she was..... She could even read she read the Bible a lot but, I never understood all them big words. And all that be got this and all them sayth on to you, and thou shall not's who could remember all that shit... And if the Bible is so fired important why didn't they speak plain ol' English so peoples could understand it? I never took to book learn'n but, the pictures was real purty but, not as purty as you'n is..." , Bo spoke as he reached in the bag and drew another beer out of brown paper sack.

Pop wiissssss sounded the can as Bo popped it open and offered the ice cold can to her... "You know Ma'am I we don't even know your name I do declare were are my manners.... I'm Bo short fer Bocephus and in the back is Roscoe."

Form the backseat came the a gravelly voice, "Yes what is your name? And you are going to be real nice to Bo and me aren't you? And you are go'n to be real nice to me a Bo aren't you? I'd hate to see some'n bad happen to you I surly would damnation I would!", was all Roscoe managed to say before taking another swallow of beer and spinning the cylinder of the revolver. Before she had a chance to answer he took the short barrel of the gun and brushed aside her hair laying the back of her neck uncovered.

"We spent enough time here start this puppy up and let's git to the party it's still forty miles up the road the road to the turn off. Relax honey have a beer and start driv'n" , said Roscoe.

Kelsey was flooded with relief when Bo reappeared, and she realised that she was not about to be turned into a human torch. She felt weak, as adrenalin ebbed, and she realised just how precarious her situation was.

"Oh e'cuse me manners miss would you care fer a cold one? Momma always said be nice to the ladies and they'll be nice to you and Momma was a real smart lady she was....."

Kelsey suspected that that was a little subjective. But she managed to smile and nod in agreement, as she declined his offer of a beer. Whatever slim chance she had of making an escape would be reduced if she was under the influence of alcohol.

"Thank you but I dont drink!"

It wasn't true, but she didn't want them to have any reason to think she was being rude or offensive. Her overwhelming alarm returned when he said she was pretty. The LAST thing she wanted was for him to find her attractive. She had hoped that her sweatiness, and her running gear would put them off.

"You know Ma'am I we don't even know your name I do declare were are my manners.... I'm Bo short fer Bocephus and in the back is Roscoe."

She barely managed to contain her laughter. It was a paradox to have such a fancy name for such a simpleton. She knew they were Bo and Roscoe, for hearing them talk, and Roscoe, at least knew her name from going through her wallet. Before she could answer, the scary one in the back spoke, sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes what is your name? And you are going to be real nice to Bo and me aren't you? And you are go'n to be real nice to me a Bo aren't you? I'd hate to see some'n bad happen to you I surly would damnation I would!"

She flinched as the gun barrel brushed her neck, reminding her in case she had forgotten, how her life hung in his hands. Her mouth went dry, and she had trouble answering.

"Kelsey... My name is Kelsey Adams!"

She had read somewhere that killers needed to dehumanise someone in order to kill, and using a name, making yourself an individual person, improved the chances for survival.

"We spent enough time here start this puppy up and let's git to the party it's still forty miles up the road the road to the turn off. Relax honey have a beer and start driv'n"

"Please don't hurt me! Please! Let me go! I beg you!!"

Panic filled her again, and she began to babble, begging and pleading for her life, but she daren't wait any longer, and she put the car into drive, and pulled out onto the road, tears streaming down her face.

The car ate up the miles, taking her ever further from civilisation and from hope of rescue. The houses and building became sparser, and more delapitated, and then they turned off the 'road' such as it was, stopping to open a gate, driving along a track, with the gate shut behind them.

It took almost an hour from there, bumping over rough ground, the underside of the car hitting off the ground in the centre of the rutted tracks, and then finally, a cluster of small buildings, more run down than any they had passed, appeared, and she knew instinctively, that this was her destination.

Well Miss Kelsey its real fine to have your acquaintance and since your drivin' I recon its wise you declined Bo's offer of a beer you being the designated driver and all but," Roscoe chucking to himself at his spur of the moment wit before continuing "when we git to your little home away from home I insist you be friendly and have a beer with us or two or three of four I don't take kindly to folk who don't act neighborly... Speak'n of brews pop me another Bo."

As the car eased toward their destination the roads become darker an inky blackness far away from the lights of the city made the stars seem to burst out and fill the heavens it truly is amazing how many stars can be seen with the naked eye when you're far out in the country. The night however, seems darker than usual given that there was no moon at all. A person walking at night in these circumstances could easily break an ankle in a chuckhole, or fall down a ravine, or perhaps become pray to coyotes.

Pop pop in rapid succession as Bo popped the tabs on two more beers handing one back to Roscoe this was perhaps the third or four for each. The empty can littering the back floorboard and making little clinking noises as they began to rattle together as the road became rougher.

"Please don't hurt me! Please! Let me go! I beg you!!"

"Don't fret your pretty little head Miss Kelsey you're as safe as in your Momma's arms just as long as you do as we say", Bo exclaimed between gulps beer.

Smiling toward her in a vain attempt to claim her down or as if he was proudly showing his remaining teeth stained yellow, blackened and crooked from neglect probably never been touched by a tooth brush in their 27 years. That is to say the teeth he had with blackened and yellowed for he was missing his two top incisor and two bottom canines were missing and the tooth to the left of the gap on top was so badly chipped in appeared to be only half of a tooth.

"Ok Kelsey as you pass through the gate pull up to the white build'n on the left that's your new home I e'spect the way you been flirt'n with Bo you have a hanker'n fer him to carry you over the threshold. Don't ya?", Roscoe busting out in laugher the beer finally grabbing hold of him. "Stop the car and give me the keys and everyone git out, Bo don't fergit the beer and Kelsey you grab an arm load of wood just to the right of the porch."

Kelsey parked the car as instructed and dutiful handed over the keys to Roscoe her small frail hand trembling as she did. Roscoe opened the door and leaped out of the car before Kelsey or Bo moved a muscle. Standing just behind the drivers door ensuring he'd be out of the way if it opened quickly he used his hand to motion for Kelsey to hurry up and get out all the while pointing the gun directly at her noise.

As Bo eased his way out the passenger's side reaching in the paper bag and pulling out a pouch of 'Redman' chewing tobacco tearing open the pouch and digging his finger in the moist brown leaves of tobacco working the matter into a ball the size of a large marble and popped it into his mouth between his cheek and gum.

As all exited the car off in the distance a sound echoed 'oooooo hooowww, yep yep oooooo howwwwww' the type of sound that makes your blood curdle....

"What was that?", exclaimed Kelsey in trembling voice...

"Coyotes they are powerful bad this year they already killed two of my prized dogs. "Show her your scar Bo..", said Roscoe matter of fact.

Roscoe turned the car lights on one last time as Bo pulled up the left pants leg of his trousers showing a red angry looking semi circular scar. While he spit tobacco juice into his empty beer can.

"You care for a dip Miss Kelsey?", inquired Bo with a dribble of brown viscous tobacco juice running down the side of his jaw dripping off his chin to the ground in minute droplets.

"OK you two little love birds Bo if your done court'n the little lady lets everyone git in the house and build a fire before I freeze my ass off and lady don't fergit the firewood and Bo you grab whatever fire wood you can mange and I'll do my best to keep this gun pointed at you Miss Kelsey to be sure you don't mess up.. Now everybody git to do'n your chores.", said Roscoe.

"Ok Kelsey as you pass through the gate pull up to the white build'n on the left that's your new home I e'spect the way you been flirt'n with Bo you have a hanker'n fer him to carry you over the threshold. Don't ya?",

Kelsey couldn't say if Roscoe's words or his laugh made her skin crawl more! they were repulsive, the two of them, both the product of generations of in breeding, no doubt.

"Stop the car and give me the keys and everyone git out, Bo don't fergit the beer and Kelsey you grab an arm load of wood just to the right of the porch."

As scared as she had been in the car, she was terrified now. What was going to happen when she got out of the car? What would they do to her? She was crying hard, as visions, each more horrific than the last, flew before her mind. They were planning on raping her, she was certain of it. She would make a run for it, die with a bullet in her back, rather than endure these two. She began to breathe deeply, one, two ......

They got out, the gun never wavering from her, and she watched as Bo rolled up some tobacco, and began to chew it. Idly, she thought that was probably at least partly responsible for the brown staining on his teeth, the few that remained that is. She looked in the direction she'd run. It was pitch dark, and she knew her chances of actually escaping were dismally poor, but she'd rather die trying.

A bloodcurdling howling rent the air, and made her jump, terrified. It was like nothing she had ever heard before, and suddenly she thought of vampires, and looked around the darkened sheds.

"What was that?"

"Coyotes they are powerful bad this year they already killed two of my prized dogs. "Show her your scar Bo.."


She was actually relieved that the howl belonged to a wild creature, and not to some unearthly being, but her relief fizzled quickly as she looked at the angry scar on Bo's leg. Her thoughts of making a run for it died on the spot. Whatever about being shot by one of the brothers, or some other red neck out here, she didn't want to end her life torn apart by wild dogs.




"You care for a dip Miss Kelsey?"

Bo, drooling tobacco juice down her chin, making him even more repulsive, waved the pouch in front of her. She wrinkled her nose.

"No thank you!"

"OK you two little love birds Bo if your done court'n the little lady lets everyone git in the house and build a fire before I freeze my ass off and lady don't fergit the firewood and Bo you grab whatever fire wood you can mange and I'll do my best to keep this gun pointed at you Miss Kelsey to be sure you don't mess up.. Now everybody git to do'n your chores."

Roscoe was first in the house, and she watched as Bo filled his arms with firewood. She looked at the car, and remembered the spare key she sometimes kept above the sun visor. Was it there? She couldn't remember, but she had to make a run for it. It was now or never.

She sprinted down the steps, and dove into the car, she flipped down the visor, and there it was!!! She fumbled it, dropping it, as she locked the doors, sticking the key in the ignition. She tried to turn it, and realised that she had engaged the steering lock. She was still fumbling with it, when she heard the click, the gun pointing at her head. She began to cry hard, struggling to start the engine, trying to ignore the gun. Let them shoot her, she didn't care, it was better than what they had planned.

Roscoe walked in front of the car, hitting the hood hard, and to her horror, all the door locks popped. Before she could lock them again, the door was flung open and she was dragged out, clinging to the steering wheel to the point where her fingers would dislocate, and she had to let go.

Her body was wracked with broken sobs, as she realised that it was over, her short lived, aborted escape attempt had failed miserably, and she was being dragged into their house.

"Damn it bitch I told you to behave and things would go heap bit easier on ya but, hell you tried your best to run away and I aim to fix it so you don't try stretching your legs again", Roscoe shouted down at her as he literally dragged her by the hair back into the ransacked cabin. Her jeans and shirt now slick with the slippery red Alabama mud. Her face and eyes red from tears, her hair wet and matted with leaves and pine straw. Pine straw was the term locals used to describe those long brown pine needles which all but, covered every inch of ground in the winter.

Once she was in the cabin Bo slammed the door shut and locked it. As Roscoe slammed her to the floor the impact forceful enough to knock the wind out of Kelsey as she laid stunned Roscoe gave one more ominous order.

"Bo strip her down and string her up and make sure she's shackled and clean her up a bit while I rustle up some eggs, ham and grits.", looking over at Bo his face stern but, his lips betrayed a thin cruel smile.

Bo dutifully placed the handcuffs on her wrists and tied a half inch nylon rope to the chain which connected the two manacles and like he was leading a cow he tugged forcing her into another room and with one hand he grabbed her hair and with his left he slung the rope over one of the exposed ceiling joists and catching the free end in his left hand as it came back down and quicker than the blink of an eye he caught the free end of the rope. Letting go of her hair he looped the rope around his left hand and gripped it with his right and tugged on it removing the slack and with a strong grip on the rope he walked over to wall and threaded headed the rope though an eyebolt anchored securely in the wall and tieing it off in a anchor bend knot.. The eye bolt was tantalizingly close but, she couldn't reach it even if her hands were free.

At this point Kelsey arms stretched upward to the point that her toes barely touched the floor. Once Bo was satisfied she wasn't going anywhere for the moment Bo searched the closet for another little device that will keep miss Kelsey in her place. Out of the dark recess of the closet he drew a three and a half foot long two inch in diameter peace of while PVC pipe with eye bolts through each end and what appeared to be dog collars attached to each eye bolt. As he approached her she began to scream and flail spinning like a fish at the end of line. Bo reached into his packet pulling out something that looked a bit like a long slender flashlight with two small prongs on the end.

Thrusting the device toward her touching the two medal prongs to inch or so of her bare belly left exposed by being dragged through the mud he pressed the button on top of the rod and faint blue sparks shot across the tips sounding like a bug zapper. Kelsey fell limp the cattle prod had done its job. He easily strapped one ankle into a dog collar and did the same with the second ankle and secured the rigging to the floor via a couple of bolts protruding through the floor boards..

Her arms stretched upward and her legs spread wide Bo took a moment to stand back and admire his handiwork. When satisfied she was well hogtied he took out his pocket knife just as she was regaining consciousness.

"Bo strip her down and string her up and make sure she's shackled and clean her up a bit while I rustle up some eggs, ham and grits."

Roscoe's words made her shake with fear, as Bo dragged her further into their house. She was quickly cuffed, and her hands tied to a rope as Bo threw it over a rafter and pulled until her hands raised behind her back. She had to bend at the waist in order to ease the pressure on her shoulders. She was struggling for balance, standing on her toes.

She watched as he produced a length of piping with dog collars, and she had no idea what it was intended for. She was sobbing, defeated, terrified and petrified that she knew what was coming. They were going to rape her, to act out their perverted fantasies, with her as their target. She felt sick, but her mouth was so dry, and although her stomach churned,she knew she had nothing to come up.

When Bo attached the white piping to her ankles, with his home made spreader bar, her legs were forced quite wide apart. The pressure on her shoulders increased, as her widespread legs had the effect of making her shorter. She was on her toes, and already the arches of her feet hurt like Hell.

The only consolation was that she was still dressed, but then Bo called his brother to come and admire his handiwork. Roscoe appeared, carrying a plate of eggs, and a scary looking K-bar knife catching the light. She was shaking hard, but she knew he would soon make short work of her clothing.

Bo walked behind her no longer able to glaze at her eyes the shear terror shone though with the look of a deer caught in on coming headlights . Not that he had suddenly become endowed with a sense of empathy mind you the fear actually excited him but, somewhere deep in the cloudy recesses of his feeble mind they hid a at least a semblance of good. While the needle of his moral compass was bent and spun wildly but, on rare occasions even he understood the anguish of the victims he loved to torment. However, such moments were only that a moment in time, the a wink of an eye before he got down to the work that truly made him happy. The little cat and mouse game the toying with his prey.

Bo laid the cold razor sharp knife against the back of her neck just to watch her squirm. He slid the blade below the collar of her blue t-shirt twisting the knife toward him so the cutting edge came in contact with the pale blue material and as she sobbed the heaving of her shoulders was enough motion to cause the K-bar to do its job each sob causing the t-shirt to severe the t-shirt lower and lower until the final threads gave way and the remains of the shirt parted and the cloth hung in front of her like the mutated blue wings of some crippled bird.

The jeans she wore would take a little more skill however, Bo had field dressed many a deer and was expert of removing whatever covered any animal so he could get at the sweet tender meat inside. While still behind her he whispered in her ear, "Careful don't move or you might git cut and I wouldn't want to hurt somethin' as purty as you and quit your crying its makin' you jump and jiggle all over the place and I got' a be very careful or you'd git hurt."

His words seemed to have the effect he wished so he took two fingers of his left hand and pulled back the waist of her jeans and touched the knife against the fabric which gave way like he was slicing warm butter. The cold backside of the K-bar caused her to shiver as it passed over her right buttock the faded blue parting easily has Bo skillfully worked the blade downward the back of his hand sliding down her now exposed ass. She felt so warm and soft against the callused weathered hand. Carefully inching his way downward he worked the point of the blade toward the inseam and continued the task at hand with the skill of a surgeon until the right pant leg completely split open allowing him to continue from the top and beading slightly he began slicing the other plant leg with equal precision in just a matter of a minute the denim fell to the floor and he kicked it out of the way. And there she hung clad in only her panties and bra.

He slid the back edge of the knife up the midline of her back pressing his body toward her the bulge in his pants pressing into her panty covered crack of her ass. He enjoys the sensation as she attempted to get away from his advances her shapely ass rubbing against his engorged manhood as she does. Just as he slipped the K-bar under the back strap of her bra he whispers once more, "Mm that feels real good the way yours rubbing your ass again me I knew you had a thing fer me and was just playin' hard to git." as the bra strap pops and with two more quick flicks of his wrist both shoulder straps are cleanly cut and the white cotton falls to the floor.

"Bo I think we found us a frisky one and I think she likes you Bo the way she's all fired rubbin' up against you and all", Roscoe shouts from the kitchen edging on the simpleton. As he plates the eggs, ham and grits then places a yellowish mix of eggs and grit in a dog dish for there guest.

"Bo, why don't you let her down fer a bit maybe she'd like to eat some'n.

Kelsey was so terrified she though she might wet herself, as the scary looking knife, wielded by Bo pressed against her skin, as it slowly and tortuously sliced her clothing from her body. She was literally quaking with fear, sobbing hard, experiencing her worst nightmare come to life.

Tee shirt, jeans, and bra fell to the floor, and despite his feeble mind, it seemed that Bo did possess at least some degree of skill with a knife. He hadn't cut her.... yet. She imagined that being in the situation she was in, she would be begging and pleading for her life, or perhaps spitting defiantly in her captor's faces. She would not have thought it remotely probable that she would simple hang there, taking what they dished out, literally paralysed with fear.

The removal of her panties was by far the worst, the final barrier, protecting her modesty, cut away, destroyed, leaving her so naked and vulnerable. She whimpered a little, but essentially hung there, trying to avoid attracting attention to herself.

The other part of the deliverance duo appeared from the kitchen, having prepared a surprisingly good eggs and grits. She bristled at his words.

"Bo I think we found us a frisky one and I think she likes you Bo the way she's all fired rubbin' up against you and all",

She began to cry hard once more, terrified that the moment when the brothers took her as their plaything was drawing ever nearer. She had not been rubbing agaisnt him, she had been struggling to GET AWAY from him, to escape, or at the very least, avoiding his touch.

"Bo, why don't you let her down fer a bit maybe she'd like to eat some'n."

Yes Bo, let me down. That'll help in the event that I do get the opportunity to run for my lift!

She sucked in a breath, feeling Roscoe's eyes on her, his lust almost tangible.

The two men sat and ate, discussing foootball and making lewd remarks as to what they would do to her later. She had been lowered so that she could sit on the floor, with the bowl of eggs and grits swimming in the dish. She looked about for a fork, or a spoon, and when she found none, she realised she would have to do without.

The eyes of both men were eating her up as she picked up the eggs based mixture, and began to feed herself. She would need her strength for what was to come, and the eyes of the men, made it clear that they intended to have her sooner rather than later.

Bo did as suggested and let her down however, her hands were still cuffed and her legs were still shackled to the crude be effective device used to keep her legs spread. Both men looked at each other and grinned as she lifted then placed her face in the bowl and started to lap up the gooey yellow mixture using the utmost care not to spill any if it for the sake of cleanliness as well as nourishment. However, because she was still wearing handcuffs that wish not to soil herself remained just that only a wish as the lumpy liquid dripped from the bowl onto her chest. Being resourceful she placed the bowl on the floor and did her best to hold the container still while attempting to suck the subsidence out of it.

If she realized it or not the act of eating from the bowl while it rested on the floor forced her young shapely ass high into the air to the delight of both Roscoe and Bo prompting Roscoe to ask, "Bo what da reckon we'd have fer dessert?", winking at his partner in crime.

"I don't rightly know but, I figure we could help ourselves to some'n real sweet if you have a mind to?", replied Bo.

"Well, Bo I do believe you have a right good idea there."

Both men licked there lips as they watched her ass which seemed to bob slightly as she fed and her breasts so large they almost hung to the floor jiggling as she licked the last bit of gruel from the stainless steel bowl. The sight of the slim well toned young body before them was more than enough encouragement to entice them to help themselves to the sweet young thing they were ogling..

Each movement Kelsey made increased there desire ten fold and already there cocks were swollen and throbbing. The version of beauty before them already overwhelmed Bo who was rubbing his cock through the martial of his faded greasy jeans. His hand storking up and down, up and down occasionally giving the head a squeeze fantasizing his cock was already inside the sweet pink gash before him..

Bo why don't you help our guest clean up a bit it seems she spilled something on herself and it would be rude if we didn't help her out.

With that remark Bo stopped his the under the table manipulations and raised from his seat and walked over to Kelsey and got down on his hands a knees before her and grabbed a hold of the chain connecting the handcuffs pulling her toward him with such force their bodies slammed together. She looked wild eyed and dazed. At her moment of confusion and bewilderment Bo made his move and pulled her up slightly and began the lick the yellow mass off her chest. His tongue darting out from between his lips like that of a viper. As she squirmed and flailed trying feverishly to get away but, he merely twisted the chain slightly causing the cuffs to bite into her wrists.

Kelsey was busy fighting off Bo screaming, "Don't, don't, don't hurt me....", between the sobbing she was unaware that Roscoe had taken a long neck 12 ounce beer bottle from the counter and rinsed the bottle with warm tap water as he held it by the slim neck. After the bottle was warmed and wet he stuck up behind her. Waiting for the perfect moment he winked at Bo who forced her hands to the floor forcing her ass high in the air exposing the pink folds of her pussy and with one sudden thrust in rammed the bottle into her. She howled like an animal as the bottle stretched her open.

Kelsey was utterly humiliated, having to eat from a dog dish, and she knew she made a dreadful mess doing so, and she was shamed, but it was worse when Bo pulled her to her feet, licking and sucking the spilt gruel from her breasts, taking sadistic pleasure in biting her nipples, his laughter, his sucking mouth, made her cry!!

She heard the commentary between the two about dessert, but she paid no attention, now, with Bo sucking hard on her nipples, she began to fear that she might be the dessert!!

Bo began to press himself hard against her, and she could feel the long, hard, thick shaft through his denim pants, and she cried, knowing what was to come. But she hadn't, what was to come was much worse, and she screamed, an ear piercing screech, as Roscoe laughed, as he thrust the beer bottle deep inside her slick cunt. Her pussy lips screeched painfully around the perimeter of the bottle, and, as he began to pump it, to her horror, she began to feel her unwilling body responding!!

"Oh yes Miss Kelsey, you are some find lady", is all Bo could whisper between panting breath felling his hot breath reflected off the soft round mounds before him as he spoke. The very tips of those fleshy smooth breasts becoming a slightly deeper shade of pink as the nipple elongated as he sucked once again drawing the tender nib into his mouth trapping it between the roof of his mouth and the soft wet warm of his tongue rolling the hardening treat over and over as he sucked in even deeper.

"Oh you seem to be enjoying our hospitality.", Roscoe murmured from behind noticing the white creamy looking fluids beginning to surround and spreading over the circumference of the of the dark amber glass cylinder as it seems to move easier as easier the more he pumped it into pussy. The contrast of color the almost snow white roundness of her ass, the coral pinks of her inner pussy lips and the dark brown contrasting color of the bottle temporally mesmerized him. HIs eyes soaking up the sight before him seemingly tieing his tonge in a knot until he was able to utter the words forming in his lusty twisted mind..

You like it don't you, you dirty little cunt all you bitches is the same. You high falutin' city girls act'n all prim and proper but, all the while want'n nothin' more than a good hot fuck.", said Roscoe his voice course and low mixed with the sound of his zipper being pulled down .

Using his left hand he unbuttoned his jeans and allowed them to fall to the floor and while still poisoning the bottle in and out of Kelsey's now wet creamy orifice. Whether or not her cunt was self lubricating for its own protection against the onslaught or she was becoming arouse Roscoe didn't know nor did he care but, with increased ferocity fueled by his growing lust while struggling to pull his boxers below his waist until after pulling and tugging the piss stained underwear fell to the floor. His cock spring forth straight and rigid as a ruler as it pointed skyward. He closed the gap between Kelsey and his himself allowing the bulbous purple head of his cock glistening with precum to rub against the perfectly shaped orbs of her round young ass as it jiggle from each trust of the beer bottle diving again and again into sweet little cunt.

Meanwhile Bo reached into his pocket showing her the key to the hand cuffs while he pronounced, "Now Miss Kelsey I'll undo the handcuffs but, if you so much as scratch me I'll string ya up again and there ain't no tell'n what Roscoe will do... He's real mean and here's somethin' fer you to ponder it's best to keep Roscoe happy he gits terrible angered when people does him wrong.... Lordy mercy its a sight to behold a terrible sight. I never want to witness anythin' like that ag'in."

"Oh we seem to be enjoying our hospitality.",

Roscoe's quiet words shamed her, as they drowned out the sounds of her sloppy cunt as it sucked in the beer bottle he was fucking her with. Bo was sucking on her tits, making her moan, sending pulses of desire to her womb despite the circumstances.

She was helpless, at their mercy, and it seemed they had none. They were going to play with her, tease and torment her, and vent their perverted fantasies on her, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

"You like it don't you, you dirty little cunt all you bitches is the same. You high falutin' city girls act'n all prim and proper want nothin' more than a good hot fuck",

She didn't answer him, she couldn't, but Roscoe's words humiliated her, making her cringe and blush, shamed.

Oh Jesus!! He was dropping his pants!! He was going to rape her, he was going to do it now!! Tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt her stomach retch as she saw his filthy underware fall around his ankles. He was disgusting, repulsive, and she was helpless to stop him.

His cock was pressing against her ass, as he continued to pump her stretched cunt, filled with the bottle. She was praying that he would just entertain himself with that, but she knew that hope was futile. She was terrified he would replace the bottle with his cock, and she was struggling to think of something that would stop him, and defeated, she could think of nothing!

There ain't no tell'n what Roscoe will do... He's real mean and here's somethin' fer you to ponder it's best to keep Roscoe happy he gits terrible angered when people does him wrong.... Lordy mercy its a sight to behold a terrible sight. I never want to witness anythin' like that ag'in."

She was sobbing now, as her cuffs were removed, and then she heard the manic giggle, and Roscoe pressed his cock between her ass cheeks, and she screamed, realising that he was going to enter her, pressing forward into virgin territory.

Roscoe merely teased her pressing the head of his cock against her ass then backing away while Bo kneeled down pulling her by the wrists until he was laying on his back and she on her knees was directly above him. He reached up and grabbed a fist full of her long dark brown hair he pulled her toward him forcing her head down and her ass in the air. He tightened his grip twisting her hair until their lips touched and he tried to force is tongue into her mouth one of the few places the two deviants hadn't attempted to violate. She refused twisting this way and that to avoid the unwanted advances and the stench of his breath.

He let go of her hair and with both hands tighten the grip on her wrists and pulled her forward until one of her lush full tits pressed itself against his face. waving his head back and front it took but, a minute for him to once again latch onto the pink tighten nipple and suck hard drawing it in until it stretched at which point he bit down hard. So hard he tasted the salty favor of blood as her screams so loud they seem to pierce his brain.

Relaxing his lips Bo spoke,"Now sweetie that's what ya git fer not bein' friendly an from now on I hope we understand each other and you take a like'n to me. I'm goin' to crawl under you a bit farther and lick your pussy and you're going to unzip me and suck my cock like you'n never suck no cock before, and I pray to God we don't never have anoth'r fail to communicate." Bo smiled pleased at himself he could remember such a big word as communicate.

Meanwhile Roscoe continued plunging the bottle in and out of Kelsey now ravished cunt her screaming now replaced by her sobbing as Bo eased his way forward until he had a close up view of the bottle slipping back and forth and Roscoe rubbing the slimy head of his cock against her little brown hole as her pussy juice slowly dripped down on him causing him the attempt to catch the falling droplets on his tongue.

Bo reached up his hands encircling her waist pulling himself up slightly his tongue flicking against the small almost scarlet button that was her clit. Just then Roscoe removed the bottle and in one unbelievably swift moment of his hips plunged his rock hard cock up to the hilt in her sloppy wet pussy.

"Suck his cock you filthy bitch", Roscoe shouted.... as he felt the hot wetness of her pussy mold itself around his motionless cock.

She knew she had done it, it had been stupid to turn from him, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to kiss the disgusting simpleton.

"Now sweetie that's what ya git fer not bein' friendly an from now on I hope we understand each other and you take a like'n to me. I'm goin' to crawl under you a bit farther and lick your pussy and you're going to unzip me and suck my cock like you'n never suck no cock before, and I pray to God we don't never have anoth'r fail to communicate."

She'd been nauseated by the thought of kissing him, the idea of sucking his cock was making her want to retch! Seconds later, he was under her, her tit still screaming with pain, and then she moaned, unable to stop herself, as Bo suckled her clit! Roscoe was still pumping her abused pussy with the beer bottle, and she fumbled, undoing Bo's pants, the smell hitting her immediately. He hadn't showered that day, nor the day previously either. She mustered as much saliva as she could, and tried to bring herself to touch him with her tongue. She couldn't, he was gross!!

"Suck his cock you filthy bitch"

She screamed as Roscoe replaced the beer bottle with his cock, driving in to the hilt. As her mouth opened to scream, Bo pushed with his hips, and her voice was cut off, with the nasty cock driving into her. He rocked his hips, choking her, while her clit was being sucked, and she was writhing, close to cumming, despite the circumstances.

Bo tensed as the warm wetness enveloped the head of his cock Roscoe bent forward and reached toward her grabbing a fist fill of hair and forced her head down until her lips came in contact with the base of his hot throbbing cock. Kelsey literally wretched as Bo's hot steel hard manhood touched her gag reflex.

Roscoe only released his grip when he felt the velvety walls of her pussy begin to spasm around the bulbous purple head of his engorged cock. Both Bo and Roscoe grunted in unison. Bo's hips bucking off the floor as if he were driven by lust to ram his cock down her throat. Roscoe picked up his pace as he assaulted her form the rear.

"Oh God that's it baby let your sweet little pussy milk my cock", Roscoe's voice echoed in her ear.

Bo continued flicking the tip of his tongue gently on the underside of the pinkish swollen love button until he trapped the elusive nib between his tongue and upper lip and began to increase pressure slowly rolling his tongue on the underside of the now pulsing morsel. Its taste changing from a tangy salty flavor to something a bit sweeter and slightly less salty.

All three of them settling into a easy sort of rhythm Kelsey's head going down on Bo's cock as Bo would release the pressure on her clit and Roscoe would slide his cock into her until he was in as far as possible and as he slowly redrew his hot throbbing member Kelsey would suck Bo's cock on the up stroke tightening her lips around it as she felt the ridge between shaft and glands as Bo would slowly and gently suck her quivering clit. Her pussy juices now covering Bo's face as they dripped form her. Her pussy making those tell tail sloppy wet sounds both Bo and Roscoe relished as they grunted in ecstasy like pigs in rut.

Kelsey retched with the both the taste of Bo's cock, and the fact that it was rammed deep in her throat, as she was tormented by them both.

Roscoe's cock was ramming enthusiastically into her pussy, and Kelsey's cries were curtailed by the thick shaft cutting off her oxygen supply. The filled her from both ends, ramming her, with no consideration whatsoever for her comfort. Kelsey, whimpered, and tried to shut out the horror that filled her on account of being both raped and forced to suck that disgusting simpleton.

As dreadful as that was for her, it got worse, as Bo discovered her clit, and sucked on it, lashing it with his tongue. Slowly, but surely, her traitorous body began to respond, opening, ripening, blosseming. The smell of her arousal began to overpower the strong smell of Bo and Roscoe, and then the sounds of her sloppy pussy began to fill the room, humiliating her.

She was helpless, at their mercy, and she could feel herself drawing nearer and nearer to her peak. She was going to come, she was going to climax for them, and she began to cry, hating herself, feeling betrayed by her body.

She fought it, every step of the day, but ultimately she was unable to keep it from happening, and her body convulsed, arching as she climaxed, cumming hard.

"Nooooo!!!"

Her voice was muffled, but her protestation came across, her disappointment in herself, her humiliation. But neither brother missed a stroke, and continued on, and Kelsey began to wonder just how long they intended to keep her, and if they ever intended to let her go.

The sound of Kelsey retching excited Bo almost as must as the feel of her warm wet mouth engulfing his throbbing manhood for it was not just the physical sensations the pleasured him but, the fact a beautiful woman who under any other circumstances wouldn't even give him the time of day is now completely under his control.

While Bo didn't process the intellect to do even simple math he knew form experience abusing women that there may say no but, if you pushed or in this case sucked the right button their bodies couldn't help but, respond with pleasure even when their minds were totally repulsed by the thought of how their bodies behaved despite of the horror pf the situation.

"Awwwwh the scent of a woman...", Roscoe proclaimed as he picked up the pace and shoved his cock into the hot wet hole it sloppy sounds filling the room. The sights, sounds and aroma only severed to inspire him the ram his thick hot man-meat into her faster and faster till the sounds of his beer belly slapping her sweet round ass echoed off the walls of the cabin.

"You love it don't ya bitch ya love the feel of Roscoe's boner's slamming your hams don't you? Com'on bitch tell me tell me you love it", Roscoe grunted as he felt her pussy widen then constrict squeezing his hot throbbing cock as if it were attempting to milk the cum out of his balls and it was working he could no longer resist the sweet feeling of the hot wet velvety feeling of Kesey's tight little love tunnel. His hot cum exploded into her womb with such force it literally gushed out of her pussy and mixing with Kelsey's juices soaked bo's face. His tongue wagging this way and that trying fruitlessly trying to catch every drips of thick white cum and Kelsey's creamy cunt juice.

Bo's tightening his grip around her waist and pulling her juicy quivering pussy to his lips sucking the whole vulva as Roscoe's cock slides out of her with an audible 'pop'. As he released his own load emptying the whole content of his tender swollen balls into her mouth.

"Suck it dry, oh God Jesus suck me dry", whimpered Bo.... "Suck it dry just like Mama use to do"

Both men collapsed Roscoe on top of Kelsey and Bo with his chest heaving below her.... were literally stupefied in a sex crazed delirium each breathing heavy ragged breaths. But, they were far from through with they pretty young captive.

Kelsey cried as the knowledge that she had cum hit her. These two inbred fools were raping her, and she had just cum! What the fuck was wrong with her???! It added to her misery, making it worse, although she hadn't thought that possible.

"Awwwwh the scent of a woman..."

Roscoe seemed to delight in humiliating her futher, announcing loudly that he could smell her aroused pussy!! She hated it, she hated herself for responding to it!

Her sobs punctuated the wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh as Roscoe fucked her so hard, and the wet slurping of Bo sucking on her pussy.

"You love it don't ya bitch ya love the feel of Roscoe's boner's slamming your hams don't you? Com'on bitch tell me tell me you love it"

She shook her head as best she could, in silent denial, but Bo's cock was rammed deep in her throat, and all her gagging seemed to be egging him on, her spasming throat adding to his enjoyment.

She felt it then, Roscoe's hard thrust and the twitching of his cock, and the hot, sticky jets of his milky cum filling her, adding to her misery. What if she got pregnant? The thought didn't bear thinking about! She had to focus on getting out of her quickly enough that she could get the 'morning after' pill! She had to focus on that, nothing else.

Bo, meanwhile was thrusting into her mouth with wild abandon, driving deep in her throat, holding there, while she gagged and then pulling out again, just before she passed out!! No, he couldn't be merciful enough to just let her pass out, could he?! His heavy balls were slapping her in the face, adding to her misery.


"Suck it dry, oh God Jesus suck me dry....Suck it dry just like Mama use to do"

It wasn't taht she had a choice! She sucked on him, and when he came, she gulped it down, hating this, hating him. Wait a minute... had he just said......??? EWWWW!!! Just like Mama used to do UGH!!! The look of disgust on her face was a mix of being forced to swallow his cum, and the certain knowledge that Bo's statement wasn't just words!!!!

They collapsed on her, and finally when they moved, Kelsey spat what she could from her mouth, although it was a fraction of what he had filled her mouth with!!

Roscoe's hard thick manhood began to shrink and as it finally dislodges itself from Kelsey's wet heat with an audible "pop." The sound bringing Roscoe around to his full senses as his thick white fishy smelling cum continuously dripped form Kelsey's still pausing pussy unto his brother's face.

"Shit fire Bo why did ya have to go'n tell the whole fuck'n world about our family doin'some lowlanders don't understand the ways of us mountain folk. After wat you gone and done said Miss Kelsey here might think we ain't had no proper upbringin'.", Roscoe ranted as he wiped the slime from his now diminutive penis with his hand and then sucking the juices from his glistening fingers.

"Hell Roscoe your just jealous cause Mom always liked me best she said I was her special child.", Bo's voice reverberating with indignation.

"Why'n hell would I be jealous of the likes of you. Hell you could even keep hold'a that big girl from down in the holl'a remember the one sayin' she leavin' you fer Jesus and the last time you'ns made love she even called out his name She said you should go find Jesus and you said if you ever find Jesus your kick'n his ass fer taken your woman. Your such a dumb fuck Bo she showed me a picture of that Jesus fella and he looked like some God damn hippy with long hair and sandals but, she said he was a carpenter. That's why she left you Bo cause she wanted a man who could hold a fuck'n job.", Roscoe ranted on.

Bo looked visible shaken by Roscoe's unrelenting tirade as he squirmed out from under Kelsey after licking the cum from his lips and wiped the gooey mess from his face with his hand and then licked off his hand with out stretched tongue licking first the palm then the back of his hand spotlessly clean.

"Now Roscoe you'n know we should be feud'n in front of company it ain't proper manners. I won't say nothin' more about Mama if you don't say nothin' more about Marylou Leadbetter. OK?", said Bo smacking his lips savoring the sweet salty favor of both Kelsey and his brother his cock flaccid but, still a formable eight inches in length and as thick as Kelsey's wrist.. Looking over at his brother whose cock was now little more than three inches long no wonder Momma always liked me best he thought to himself as a stupid grin spread across his face.

Now miss Kelsey if you want to freshen up a bit the water pump is over yonder by the sink and there's a towel hanging next to it but, I'm afraid we don't have no soap. Momma used to make soap but, she never taught Bo or I how to do it so we just do without.", explained Roscoe.

"Ok Bo I won't say anything hurtful anymore besides I think its time we all get cleaned up and head to bed." , exclaimed Roscoe as he eyed Kelsey winking at her and making little fish faces toward her.