Chapter 14 Raped in the Shadow of the Hanging Tree
Chapter 14 Raped in the Shadow of the Hanging Tree
They were almost back to the ranch, when Jack thought he saw the sunlight
reflect off of a faint glimmer of blue in the distance, north of the dirt road.
"Honey, is that your local swimmin' hole?", he asked.
When she nodded, "Yes," Jack said, "Well, let's get you cleaned up then.
You're a little the worse for wear this morning, sweetie."
And so she was. Thin trails of blood led from the numerous scratches on
the front of her body, and her chest and torso were grimy from grease and dirt.
Wild wisps of her golden hair strayed across her sweat-streaked face and brow.
As they turned off the road, heading for the small spring-fed lake that was
almost entirely hidden from the road by a small grove of trees, Slocum began
undoing Honey's breast ropes. Honey's fiendishly tight breast bondage had caused
her full-nippled globes to pass through the successive stages of pinkness,
rosiness, redness, a blue-tinged redness, and were well on their way now to a
dangerous blueness. Big Jack was aimin' to have himself a lot more fun with
those juicy blood-streaked melons, and he didn't want to ruin them now.
As he unwound the black cords, he watched Honey's big blue eyes tear up as
the nerve endings in her breasts came back to life. With a vengeance. With her
arms tied behind her, she could do nothing to soothe the pain that coursed
through them. She just swayed gently from side to side, as if somehow that
might bring them relief. But all it did was give Jack a close-up view of the
gentle jiggle of her cherry-red boobs.
When they made their way through the trees that shielded the pond, Jack
took Honey's gag off, and then gave her a push in the back toward the water.
The grove of oak trees completely encircled the shimmering lake. One
immense, spreading live oak dominated the far side of the lake; the other,
younger oaks seemed to be arranged as acolytes to this ancient giant. As
always, Honey shuddered a bit when she faced that tree, which seemed more dead
than alive. Most of its lower branches were stark, leafless, somehow
threatening. Honey had heard, from some of the older ranch hands, that the tree
was cursed. Once she had heard Red, the bunkhouse chief, call it "The Hanging
Tree."
Jack hitched the black stallion to one of the trees that fronted the pond,
and then looked back over his shoulder, as Honey called out, "How can I wash
myself, with my hands tied behind me?"
"Don't you worry yourself none about that, Honey," Jack said, as he strode
toward her. "I'll take care of that." Jack reached down and tugged Honey's
white panties down to her ankles and let her step out of them.
Jack stripped naked and followed Honey into the crisp cool water of the
pond. It had been days since he'd had a bath and the water felt good. After
he'd washed himself off, he moved closer to Honey.
Honey looked at Jack's naked body, and tried to suppress her disgust, her
loathing. He was the hairiest man she had ever seen. Days-old growth of beard,
hairy chest, hairy arms, hairy legs, and his huge horse-cock and his plum-sized
testicles hung from a veritable forest of tangled black pubic hair.
Jack could sense the revulsion in her glance, and it only made him angry
again. He approached his blonde captive, who by now stood crotch deep in the
clear water, the water line bisecting her blonde triangle of pubic hair. The
ripples from his movements in the water caused her pussy hair to seem to shimmer
in the sunlight.
He splashed a handful of water on to a softly rounded shoulder, and using
her balled-up panties as a washcloth, he washed her all over, face, neck, arms,
legs, front and back, belly, back. He took his time scrubbing her breasts and
torso; he had to rub pretty hard to remove all of the grease and sand and blood.
She tried to turn away when his scrubbing hurt her sore boobs, and Jack had to
slap her to get her to hold still.
Then he had Honey kneel down in the pond while he cleaned out her pussy and
her asshole, using both his fingers and her panties, until he was satisfied that
she had been properly cleansed..
"OK, Honey. I'm gonna untie you so you can wash your hair. But don't try
anything stupid, OK?"
When he had undone the ropes that had imprisoned her, Honey rubbed at her
wrists and forearms, hoping to rub some feeling back into them. But when Jack
told her to hurry up, she began to unbraid her long golden pigtails.
Despite the fact that he'd raped her a couple of times and roughed her up
pretty good, he felt a strange intimacy watching the beautiful blonde teenager,
standing nude, waist-deep in the little pond, as she performed the feminine
bathing rituals that she had done in pristine privacy a hundred times before.
She turned her back on him while her fingers worked at the braids. Jack's
cock began to swell as he studied the beautiful half-moons of her buttocks just
above the water line. He could see the fast-fading marks left by Black Betsy.
The old indian who had fashioned the belt had been right - it hurt like blazes,
but as if by some redskin magic, seemed to leave no lasting marks. There were
also a lot of peculiar oval-shaped marks on her ass and thighs that were kind of
hard to figure. Knowing Ernie, he might have whupped her with everything but
the kitchen sink.
When the braids were undone, Honey lifted her arms to remove a hair pin or
two, and she threw them on the grassy bank. The position gave him a good luck
at her rather broad shoulders, tapering gently to a petite waist, and then
widening again at the round swell of her hips. She must have stood in just such
a position, hip deep in water, fairly often, as her back was tanned a slightly
darker gold than the creamier flesh of her plump round derriere.
Jack's cock was pulsing, now, aching for release. He gave it a couple of
long strokes while he remembered the thrill of fucking her sweet ass the night
before. Man, there was nothing like the feel of being the first man in a pretty
girl's tight squirming rectum.
For four years he'd lain awake in jail at night trying to remember the
ecstasy of that lost pleasure. Spreading a pair of virgin buttocks wide, then
slidin' Big Fella right up to her puckering anus, so that victim of his rape
could feel the warm, pulsing massiveness of his cock-staff even before his
mighty phallus invaded her resisting channel. Specially if he'd had a chance to
use Black Betsy to warm her buttock-cheeks up real good first. Damn! He was
getting hot again just thinkin' about it. His purple-veined cock stood at angry
attention and he slid his hairy paw up and down its length, pleasuring himself.
Jack felt his wet, hairy balls tighten with man-lust as he enjoyed the way the
droplets of spring water on Honey's nude flesh sparkled and shimmered in the
bright morning sunlight.
For a few minutes he lackadaisically washed the trail dirt off of his own
body while he watched the blue-eye beauty attempt to pluck the myriad of
prickers and burrs from her sweet flesh, wincing as she did so.
Then Honey bent at the waist and let her long, blonde hair fall forward
into the water; she slowly began to rinse two days accumulation of grease,
blood, sweat, and tears from her glorious tresses.
When Honey leaned forward, crotch-deep in the lake, Jack noticed the eerie
reflection of the Hanging Tree in the water. Its dark limbs seemed to be
reaching out hungrily as if to enclose Honey's sleek legs, refracted beneath the
water's surface by the morning sunlight. Somehow that bizarre image seemed to
cast a spell over Jack. When Honey bent over, he got a good view of her tempting
pussy lips from behind. He knew he should be rushing back to the ranch to check
on Ernie, but Damn! In that position, Honey was just too delicious to pass up.
In two strides through the thigh-high water, he was on her. He slammed
into her from behind, knocking her forward into shallower water. He had entered
her while she was standing up bent over, but soon his forceful thrusts drove her
to her knees in the water.
She thrashed around violently in the shallow water, trying to escape the
huge organ that seemed to fill her insides. But Jack, with his superior height
and strength maintained his leverage as he sawed his mighty dick in and out of
her moist cunt. His hands were on her hips now, as he pounded away at her
vagina.
"Take it, whore! Ten inches of hot Texas cock! You know you love it!"
Each time that Honey thought that Jack was in to the hilt, he surprised
her with a lunge that buried his pole a little deeper into her hot, tight
channel. Her vaginal muscles seemed to clutch at him, despite her seeming
attempts to pull away. And through it all, Honey had the notion that the
menacing oak on the far bank seemed to hover over her, taunting her
helplessness.
Jack kept on humping her, grinding his meat all the way into her suctioning
pussy. He couldn't believe a girl as tall and as well-built as Honey could be
so fucking tight. His cock was throbbing with sensation as he worked it in and
out.
"Mmmm, so tight. Grind your ass for me, bitch!"
His big hairy balls slapped against her ass with every concussive thrust.
Finally with a strange, almost animalistic cry, Black Jack emptied a geyser of
ball-juice deep into her spasming vagina. His weight fell forward on her,
flattening her body face down in the shallow water, causing her to choke on the
uninvited water that had entered her nose and mouth.
Honey coughed up water, as she lifted her head. She sensed that Jack was
in a state of post-coital relaxation. She could feel his weight, but no real
pressure; his guard seemed to be down. Should she try to get away and race him
back to Cyclone and the gun that figured to be in his saddlebag? Or should she
just play along, be a good little victim, and hope that Jack wouldn't kill her,
or worse, when they got back to the ranch?
Honey agonized over this for some seconds - if her escape attempt failed
(again), she knew that she would pay dearly. But there was no guarantee that he
wasn't going to kill her, or worse, anyway. The horse was only twenty yards
away -- if only she could break free from his grasp...
If she were going to act, she had to act now, while the big outlaw was off
guard; his alertness was bound to increase with each passing second.
She decided in a flash, scrambling to her knees, and freeing her left leg.
Still facing away from him, she kicked back hard with her well-toned leg and her
bare heel connected squarely with Jack's scruffy-looking face. Her kick caught
him flush on the nose, squashing it back into his face and causing it to spit
forth streams of blood.
"You bitch!" Jack screamed, as he scrambled up to his knees in the shallow
water, trying to maintain his grip on her other slippery leg. Honey struggled
unsteadily to her feet, trying to free the entrapped limb; Jack's face was a
mask of red, as she kicked at his head again, catching him on the side of the
head, while she tried to spin free of his grasp. Honey was able to drag him a
few feet toward she shore, as she desperately strained to get away.
For his part, for the next few seconds, Jack just tried to hang on to the
slick flesh of her right ankle firmly, with both hands, while on his knees, as
Honey stood over him kicking at him. Her instep caught him twice more squarely
in the ribs, before Jack got his timing right and lifted up hard on her right
leg, just as Honey kicked out with her left.
When he did so, Honey lost her balance, and fell backward, as Jack lifted
her imprisoned ankle still higher as he tried to climb to his feet. The naked
blonde landed hard on her back, just at the edge of the pond, with Jack still
holding one ankle firmly in tow. Honey wriggled backward in the grass trying to
scoot away from her angry assailant, kicking out occasionally with her free
leg. Until Jack gave her imprisoned ankle a violent twist, causing her to
scream in pain, and stop moving for just a second.
And that was all it took. Jack released the ankle and jumped on her,
driving his bony knee firmly into her soft gut, knocking the breath out of her.
And in a trice he was kneeling astride her, the weight of his big naked body on
her chest, his wrists pinning hers to the grassy bank. Her legs were free now,
as she struggled still to get away, but he had her under control now.
Blood still spewed from his broken nose, and dripped down on to her face,
neck and chest. "You broke my nose, you fucking cunt!" he raged. "Your ass is
mine, bitch, when I get you back to the ranch. You're gonna regret the day you
kicked Jack Slocum."
"But first," Jack edged a little further forward on her chest, his hand on
her throat, "you're gonna suck some dick! Open your mouth, bitch! And I swear
to God, that if you touch me with those pretty white teeth, I'll hang you by
your tits from that oak tree over yonder."
Honey by now was in a state of abject compliance. She had tried again to
escape and failed miserably. But her blue eyes still issued sparks of hatred as
she relented and opened her mouth, only to have Jack fill it with his huge
semi-tumescent cock.
Blood from Jack's bleeding nose continued to seep down into her face and
her hair and it ran down his chest and abdomen. His prick was covered with his
own blood by the time he crammed it into her mouth.
"Suck the blood off of it, Honey. Suck it clean! Swallow it!"
But as fast as Honey could lick the blood away, Jack's hands would daub at
his own body or hers and then wipe his blood-stained hands on his cock, and give
her another sanguinary helping.
Despite the pain from the broken nose, the scene was definitely hot. He was
forcing his young blonde prisoner to swallow the blood she had spilt. And he
was using his big veiny cock to feed her.
He was fully erect again, Jack was, all ten inches of him. His dick was so
hard, he felt like he could have cut diamonds with it. Holding her wrists in an
iron grip, he face-fucked Honey Wilson with an animalistic frenzy.
Honey looked up at the dreadful, dripping, blood-smeared mask above her,
only to find dark empty eyes, and tobacco-stained teeth clenched in a paroxysm
of sadistic rage. And above him, the dark leafless branches of the ominous oak,
the Hanging Tree, standing guard.
"Take it, bitch, choke on it!" he muttered over and over again, as he
forced his manhood into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Honey, literally in fear for her life, wondered if it were possible to be
suffocated by such a huge, relentless fucking machine. Jack's prick wasn't only
long, it was thick. Honey had watched horses mate on the ranch, and Slocum's
cock rivaled theirs in girth.
Honey gagged, but Jack didn't care, he just pumped harder. Honey choked,
but Jack didn't care, he just rammed his fuck-pole in a little deeper.
"Swallow it! Swallow it! I'll teach you to kick me in the face you fucking
whore!"
Honey could feel his balls bashing her in the chin with his every lunge;
she tried to time her breathing so that she inhaled when he pulled his
prodigious penis back slightly, but there was never time to take in enough air
before his massive member descended again, filling every nook and cranny of her
mouth and throat. She gulped frantically for air almost continuously now, as
Jack found the back of her throat with every violent lunge.
A tiny part of her mind thought back on Rosita, the Mexican maid in San
Antonio. Rosita had told her that Jack Slocum's cock had filled her throat.
Honey had always thought that the pretty brown-skinned girl had been
exaggerating; now she knew that Rosita had spoken nothing but the truth.
But just when she thought there was no more oxygen in west Texas, just when
she seemed to be on the verge of asphyxiation, Jack withdrew from her mouth and
scooted back down her chest. His massive member, blood and saliva-streaked,
lay on her sternum midway between her close-set breasts. The bases of Honey's
suntanned pleasure-gourds were still deeply creased by the cruel breast-ropes
that had bound them so painfully back on the trail.
Honey had no idea what his intentions were until Jack's big hairy hands
found the outer curves of her upthrusting mounds and pressed them inward around
his manhood.
"No... Please... Stop... Agghhh, it hurts!" she moaned as Jack's hands
tightened on her pain-wracked knockers.
"High time you learned what these big beauties are good for, Honeychile,"
Jack growled as he molded Honey's nude pleasure-mounds into a delicious canyon
of flesh.
Honey squirmed frantically, futilely beneath the black-browed desperado,
but to no avail.
"Ah, don't play Miss Virgin with me, Honey," Jack snarled, as Honey
struggled to free herself. "Ernie told me about how you loved to stick your
teasing titties in the face of all yer daddy's lily-livered cowpokes. "If any of
'em was a real man," Jack continued through tightly-clenched teeth as he slid
his thick, dark-veined cock back and forth between Honey's golden-brown
breast-melons. "You'd a learned a long time ago, that there was three things a
juicy set of knockers like yers was good for." Jack paused to press his
thumbnails into the soft curves of Honey's throbbing lust-gourds. "Whippin',
ropin', and fuckin' " Jack announced with incontrovertible finality. "Or my
name ain't Black Jack Slocum."
"Mmmm, nice," Jack muttered as he slid his cock-meat through Honey's
cleavage. "And don't you let no namby-pamby, church-goin' greenhorn tell you
different."
"Yep," Jack grunted lustily, "big round tits like these were just made for
fuckin', baby. Too bad you had to piss me off," Jack snarled as he wiped his
bloody nose with his forearm, "Cause now, I'm gonna haveta work 'em over
special, like."
Honey's heart sank. Could things get any worse?
Then Jack, his blood dripping down on her pink-crested lust-globes,
crushed her tender breasts even tighter around his swollen member as he moved
his swollen sword of flesh back and forth in the velvety breast-tunnel he had
created.
Honey's girlish imagination had never conceived that a man, even a
low-life like Jack Slocum, could take pleasure from abusing a woman's tender
breasts in such a way. Especially after all they had suffered yesterday and her
painful breast bondage this morning.
Jack had been obliged to release her wrists to grab hold of her opulent
love-globes, and perhaps he thought that he had quelled Honey's resistance, but
he was wrong. She lay passively for a little while longer as Black Jack worked
his cock through the deep ravine between her still damp lust-melons. "Oh,
that's good, baby. So fucking good!" Jack's third, ring, and little fingers
pushed her breast-flesh inwards, while the thumb and index finger of each hand
worked her swollen nipples.
Moments later, when she thought Jack was completely distracted by lust,
Honey's nails flew at his face, aiming for his eyes. But she must have
telegraphed her lunge, because he quickly lifted his long arms and fended off
her attack.
Once again he seized her wrists in his, but this time he twisted one of
them viciously, turned her over face down in the damp grass, and pinned one
wrist high on her back in a painful hammerlock. "Give me your other wrist,
honey, before I break this one!" he snarled.
Meekly, Honey surrendered her other wrist, which Jack quickly pinned to her
back as well. Luckily for Slocum, they were lying only a few feet from where he
had undone her bonds when they had first arrived at the pond. He was able to
reach across her, grab one of the lengths of rope, and in no time Honey's wrists
were once again firmly bound behind her back.
Then Jack rolled Honey back over onto her back - a painful position, what
with her wrists tied beneath her. Honey groaned as he did so.
"Ooooh, does that hurt?" he taunted her mockingly. "I'm soooo sorry.
That's what you git, fer trying to scratch my eyes out, blondie!" And once
again Jack's paws crushed Honey's nude breasts together so forcefully that he
almost had to strain to force his humongous prick between the two soft
tit-balls. Blood continued to drip from his face down on to her surging
breasts.
Jack had some good nipple action going now, too. His hairy-knuckled
fingers twisted Honey's pretty pink breast tips first in one direction and then
the other, as he rammed his rod through her smooth, sensitive love-globes. The
erotic sensation was indescribable as Black Jack's massive cock poked her chin
as if to punctuate each long pleasurable plunge through Honey's blood-streaked
breastflesh. Somehow the sight of his own blood on Honey's nakedness excited
him more than he would have thought possible.
"Ahhhh, Honey. That's - so - fucking - good." His staccato grunts
"Fucking - your - big - juicy - tits" accompanied several violent thrusts
between her captive mounds.
Flinty hard nipples trapped between his brutal fingers, silky soft
blood-smeared breasts engulfing his thrusting cock. Pretty hard to beat that
combination, Jack thought to himself, as he continued to punish her man-pleasing
tits, slamming his huge prick into the tender valley of curved flesh.
"Geesus!", Jack moaned. "There ain't nothin' like a good tit-fuckin',
Honey!" He couldn't get enough of crushing the young blonde's pink-nippled
love-globes together, and then ramming his horse-cock between 'em. Jack pulled
her nipples straight up and in, so that they almost touched.and then ground
them between his thumbs and forefingers. This time, Honey could not suppress a
soft scream - her nipples were aflame with pain.
"I thought I told you to be still, Honey," Jack murmured. "Remember what
I said about hangin' you by yer tits? Mmmm... Ohhh, Fuck!" And Jack
continued to thrust his thick meatus between Honey's poor abused breasts until
at last, with a violent shudder he discharged a series of creamy spurts of semen
onto her tits. And then he rubbed the viscous liquid into her breasts as if it
were some strange perverse lotion.
The he flipped Honey over onto her stomach and used his muscular thighs to
part her legs. He slid his flagging, but still impressive member into the soft
valley between her wide-spread thighs. The touch of her satiny girl-flesh, the
sight of the tempting curves of her grass and mud-stained buttocks, and the
sweet dark groove between them, soon had him as hard as the monoliths in
Monument Valley. His hairy hands played over her bottom-cheeks like a pair of
long-legged tarantulas as he squeezed her ass-meat.
"Yeah, baby. That's right! Yer gonna get it right up yer hot little Rio
Grande!" Jack growled, as the droplets of crimson continued to cascade downward
from his bleeding nose. "You didn't seem to like it much, last night; maybe
you'll like it better today!"
Using his own blood and jism and the spring-y dampness of her body as his
only cock-lube, the swarthy gunslinger lunged forward, penetrating Honey's
sensitive rosebud with one sudden vicious thrust, while he pressed her pretty
face hard against the grassy bank to stifle her cries of pain.
"Oh, fuck!! That's good! "UNGH! UMNGHH!! UNNNGGHH!!!" he grunted as he
pounded his fleshy piston deep into Honey's too-small rectum. The heat of the
morning sun peeking through the live oaks felt good on his hairyback, as he
increased the speed of his movements.
Honey felt as she if had been impaled on one of her daddy's pickhandles.
Each of Jack's punishing thrusts sent fiery flames of pain through her pelvic
area, but her muffled cries of anguish went unheard, as Black Jack Slocum
continued his brutal butt-fucking.
"UNNGGHH!!!" the escaped convict groaned with pleasure again, as he pressed
Honey's pretty face and mouth harder into the moist grass with his right hand,
while his left arm curled around under her body. He fingered her clit briefly
with his left hand before sliding his hand up to cup the fullness of her left
breast.
Then his implacable fingers closed on her tender love-melon with the same
grapefruit-crushing grip he had employed on the trail earlier, bringing fresh
tears of pain from her blue eyes, and new moans from her grass and mud-smeared
lips.
"Tits and ass, baby. You got just what a man wants!" Jack snarled as his
fingers tightened on Honey's tortured breast with the tenacity of a ship-wrecked
man clinging to some floating debris. "MMMH! MMHHH! MMMPHHH!!!" he grunted
again, as he continued to pound his Texas-sized man-meat impossibly deep into
Honey's cock-clutching nether passage. Jack's pelvic lunges were so forceful, so
violent, that Honey, in a moment of near hysteria, wondered if he were trying
to drill her nude body into the soft bank of the pond.
Both of his brutal hands were on her throbbing, pink-nippled breasts now.
Black Jack used his punishing grip on her love-gourds as hand-holds to pull
Honey's nude young body back against his thrusting pelvis in time with his every
vicious thrust.
Finally, after a quarter-hour or so of ever-rising excitement, even Jack's
Herculean stamina yielded to the orgiastic waves of sensation that flooded
through his body. He shuddered with virile pleasure as his mighty cock-weapon
fired a few more rounds of Slocum-sperm deep into Honey's tight rectal sheath.
His lust depleted, Jack finally released Honey's firm young love-goblets,
and he slowly pulled his dripping organ out of her tender anus. He grabbed the
blonde teenager by the hair and pulled the still-bound teenager up to a
kneeling position on the spongy grass, and then he presented his huge prick,
dripping with semen and ass-slime, for her to lick clean.
Repulsed by the notion, Honey balked at first. The snake-eyed outlaw had
to drag the nude beauty up to her feet and give her pink-crested breasts a few
hard-knuckled backhands, before the blue-eyed rancher's daughter dropped back to
her knees and slavishly did Jack's bidding. In an attempt to escape further
torment, Honey's blonde head bobbed up and down busily, polishing Jack's
stallion-cock with her pretty lips and pink tongue until it was clean as a
whistle, save for her girlish saliva.
When she was done, Jack realized that his fractured nose still hurt like
hell, but it had finally stopped bleeding. He dragged Honey's exhausted body
back over to the edge of the pond and they bathed all over again. But he didn't
waste any time drying her off. She could drip-dry back at the ranch, while he
searched the house for valuables. It was time to high-tail it for Mexico, where
he was fixin' to lay low for a time.
Too bad about Ernie, Jack mused as he dressed while Honey nursed her nude
and aching body in the secluded pond. The little bastard would have gotten a
kick outa his little adventure with Honey Wilson. Trackin' the naked blonde in
the moonlight. Lassoing her into submission. Tyin' her juicy jugs up so tight
he coulda flipped a silver dollar into the air and watch it bounce off of 'em.
Tit-slapping Honey's bulging boobs a few times and then squeezin' em til the
blood trickled out of the pricker-wounds. Hitchin' her tit-ropes to Cyclone's
saddle, and letting the coal-black stallion drag her by her bound-up knockers
all the way back to the pond had been fun, too.
The grand finale had been giving Honey's dripping young body a hellaciously
hot tit-fucking and a cock-thrilling ass rape underneath the eerie live oak
whose dark shadow seemed to have spread across the near side of the little pond.
Yep, Jack thought as he pulled the clasp of Black Betsy tight around his
waist, it had been a quite a morning. A flock of crows passed overhead as he
squinted up at the morning sun that was rising in the eastern sky. And it was
only about nine o'clock.
{Next chapter -- Back at the Ranch}
