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The Old Man Down The Road
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Jake had a past - not one anybody would be particularly
interested in hearing about. For Caleb and Jessie
however, this might have been regarded as "need to
know" information! (M/F-teen, nc, v, mast, bd)
***
"He take the thunder from the mountain
He take the lightning from the sky
He bring a strong man to his begging knee
He make the young girl's mama cry"
© John C Fogerty 1985
***
Everyone in town knew better than to encroach on Jake
Marlin's property. Too many whispered legends.
Jake had been there as long as anyone could remember.
Some said he had drifted into Durango as a prospector
in his youth. For sure, the Pine River in those parts
had been a navigable waterway then, hardly the white-
water entrapment it had become since. Others insisted
Jake had been run out of Silverton in the high country,
following the unsolved murders of two drinking partners
and the disappearance of the elder man's teenage
daughter.
Jake's spread was on the edge of town, a poorly fenced
ten acres dotted with trees - mostly in their final
death throes. Half a dozen rusted-out autos from the
fifties and sixties, plus a couple of terminally
disabled pick-ups were clustered around the decaying
barn whilst the remnants of an ancient harvester sat
across from them beneath the gnarled boughs of the old
cottonwood. Other than a handful of prairie dogs
catching the early morning sun, squatted atop their
burrows in the field to the left of the barn, one that
had played host to a swaying corn-field decades
earlier, the property was seemingly bereft of life. If
Jake was inside the main cabin, no one knew... or
cared!
Once in a while, school-kids would ride their bikes
along the old dirt road that skirted Jake's property to
the west, either heading up to the bluff or further out
towards Canyon Lake for a couple of hours fishing.
Approaching Halloween it was common to see small groups
of girls and boys pause at the dilapidated front gate,
daring one another to go knock at the front door. To
date, there had been no takers!
**
Caleb and Jessie Whitfield were hopelessly lost.
"What road is this Caleb?"
His young wife was smoothing down the edges of the
crinkled map in her lap as she tried to make some
directional sense of just how they had strayed so far
from Highway 160. The dim light overhead was no
champion of her immediate cause.
"I got no idea Jess," he replied. "Last sign was back a
ways. I figure though we must be less than fifty miles
out of Silverton.
"Well hey, we're real low on gas hun, maybe we should
turn round and head back the way we came?"
"It's cool Jess, reckon there must be at least twenty
miles left in this here tank," he reassured her.
"Yeah? might want to rethink that one," Jessie groaned
not ten seconds later as the Saturn's motor spluttered
into a comatose silence.
"That's great," Caleb muttered inclining his head
towards the steering wheel. Getting out and walking
around the car, he looked backwoods and forwards along
the darkened road.
"Guess we're gonna hafta call triple A," he said,
leaning in Jessie's passenger-side window.
"Not on our cell," she told him just a few moments
later. "We got no reception here."
"Then we'll have to ask for help nearby – maybe use
their phone," Caleb responded.
"Don't look like the 'burbs exactly," Jessie giggled,
"Can't even see a house?"
He peered into the darkness.
"Looks to me like there's some old place just across
the road smarty-pants," he replied. "I think it's some
kinda homestead."
Glancing through the rear window, she was just able to
make out the vague silhouette of a farmhouse some fifty
yards or so back from the roadway. The moonlight was
reflecting off the roof of some old truck parked near
an outbuilding.
"Stay here Jessie, I'll see if anyone's home," he
called out to her, walking now towards the property.
"No way Caleb," she yelled. "I'm coming with you!" She
caught him up and seized his hand as they neared the
front gate.
"Looks pretty run-down," she muttered. "You think
someone's home?"
"I can see a light on somewhere in the house," he
replied. "You can just see it through the drapes across
those front windows."
Although little more than a dull glow, Jessie could
just make out the vague illumination.
After the second knock produced no response, Caleb
turned to leave.
"Is anyone there?" Jessie cried out shrilly, rapping at
the door a third time.
"Let's go see if we can find another place further down
the road?" Caleb offered wearily.
Just then the sound of a large bolt being withdrawn was
clearly audible.
Even allowing for the unlit porch, the dimensions of
the figure now standing in the doorway were impressive.
Jessie let out a soft gasp.
"Excuse us for bothering you so late mister." Caleb was
holding his wife's hand unusually tightly. "We ran
outta gas just down the road there." He waved his hand
in the direction of the Saturn.
"I was wondering maybe if we could use your house phone
to call for roadside assistance? Our cells have no
reception out here?" he added meekly.
"Ain't got no phone," came the gruff reply. "Got no use
for modern conveniences son... ah live real simple."
Thanking him for his time, Caleb turned to leave.
"Might have somethin' out back you could use though,"
he mumbled. Caleb and his wife looked around.
"Close to three hunnerd gallons of gas. Ain't got no
truck with city folk - prefers to git it delivered by
them local contractors. Five gallons would getcha on
yer way ya reckon?"
Caleb looked at his wife. "Well yeah, that'd be just
great Mr. er?..."
"Jake" replied the shadowy hulk, "Jus' call me Jake,"
he paused momentarily.
"Say, why doncha two young 'uns come inside. I'll boil
up a cuppa coffee or mebbe some hot cocoa to drink
while I fills up that jerry-can out back?"
Jessie glanced at her husband questioningly before he
took her hand and pulled her close.
"Sure Jake," he replied, "Coffee's good... much obliged
thanks."
As Jake led the couple back along the dingy hallway,
the man's huge shadow unnerved the girl. The house
smelt old and musty. She really didn't fancy spending
any more time there than was necessary to get them on
their way.
Ushered into the kitchen area where he invited both to
sit at a small table, the feeling intensified. Lit
incredibly by only a couple of old oil lamps, it was
still sufficient to make out their host's features. So
gnarled and weathered, his face betrayed considerable
age but whether fifty-five or seventy-five she was
unable to determine.
Overshadowing everything else however, was the man's
size. Easily six-six, Jake's arms and legs were hewn
from oak, his girth was astounding and he was possessed
additionally of a pair of hands that might give an
enraged grizzly cause to back-off! White hair, but
still with a few dark flecks here and there, hung
raggedly about his ears and neck, giving one the
impression it was years since his last visit to a
professional barber.
She watched as he ferreted about, pulling down from an
overhead cupboard, a couple of old mugs that may or may
not have been washed the past decade. An old steam
kettle was filled from a discolored tap whose
ultimately slow-flowing contents might be of interest
to the Department of Health she pondered. Placing the
kettle on the rusted-out propane gas rink, he turned to
his guests.
"Coffee, the pair of ye? Both nodded their
acquiescence.
Turning his back to them, he reached up and pulled down
what looked like a three-quarters empty coffee jar,
spooning then a little into each mug.
"Fraid I ain't got no milk," he muttered as both Caleb
and his wife insisted that was really no problem.
Moments later, he placed a mug before each of them. The
plastic tablecloth had inarguably seen better days she
noted.
"Take your time with that there coffee, while I go pump
the gas." Jake drawled, as he let himself out the door
the far side of the kitchen. Jessie's gaze fell upon
the old double-gauge shotgun that rested just above the
lintel.
"Coffee's hot at least," Caleb muttered, equally aware
of the foreboding surroundings but grateful for the
imminent assistance. "C'mon Jess, have some, it'll warm
you up. We got a long drive ahead of us."
Bringing the mug to her lips with both hands, she took
a sip. Not a recognized caffeine junkie by anyone's
standards, she nevertheless had to agree the warmth was
invigorating. To her though it tasted a mite bitter but
there again she was no coffee connoisseur.
For a while they remained silent. Sounds from the rear
of the property suggested that Jake was busying himself
in their cause.
"Isn't coffee supposed to wake you up Caleb?" she asked
him a few minutes later. "I'm feeling really tired."
Her husband would have answered, but for the fact he
was now slumped forward across the table.
"Caleb," she cried out, "Caleb, what's wrong?"
She made it almost to his chair before crumpling to the
floor, fully out to the world.
**
Caleb woke first. Any way you cut it, the prognosis was
not good!
Fully restricted in movement, both arms and legs being
bound tightly to the chair in which he was sitting, he
could see that Jessie, propped up right across from
him, was faring little better. Still out cold, she was
trussed up in similar fashion, her head drooped forward
on to her chest. Strewn across the small table were the
contents of the girl's purse. Even as he watched, the
huge figure standing directly behind the chair, slipped
his hands past the girl's shoulders cupping her breasts
lewdly as he looked across at Caleb.
"I'm thinkin' you have yourself a heap o' fun playin'
with these boy?" he grinned.
Were he able to vocalize the words "Fuck you" there is
no doubt Caleb would have. Unfortunately the duct tape
across his mouth prevented any such verbal recourse. He
could but shake his head in disbelief as Jake tore one
further strip of tape, holding the girl's head up and
applying it clear across her mouth.
Jessie came round but moments later, taking in her
husband's restrictive aspect, momentarily before
noticing her own. The panic in her expression was
heartrending.
Jake was holding center stage.
"Ain't no point either of you strugglin'... ah bin
tyin' knots since I was knee high to my daddy's
britches". Moving in closer he once again began to
gratuitously fondle Jessie's breasts through her top.
Unable to prevent his unwanted attentions, she strained
against her bonds but resistance proved useless.
"Sit back and enjoy the show son," Jake growled. "Gonna
have us a real party with little Missy here."
At these words, she looked up at him in wide-eyed
terror.
"Jus' nineteen huh?" Jake mused, holding up Jessie's
driving license. "Well, so much the better. Room fer
some serious educatin' in the ways of the world – my
world that is," he added, looking Caleb squarely in the
eyes.
Slipping both hands inside the neckline of her top, his
fingers intruded beneath her bra allowing him access to
either nipple that he began to knead, none to gently at
that. She wanted to cry out but realized the futility
of such. All she could do was stare down her own
cleavage watching as the outsize hands caressed her
harshly.
"I know what you're thinking son," Jake muttered. 'You
wanna see her little titties getting' felt up. W'all,
reckon I can oblige you there."
So saying, he withdrew his hands from the girl's bra
and retreating towards the sink, pulled open a small
drawer. Rummaging through its contents he retrieved
what looked like an old hunting-knife, the blade of
which glinted menacingly beneath the glow of the nearby
oil lamp. Both captives were stricken with terror.
As Caleb watched helplessly, the man stood in front of
Jessie and leaning forward, tugged her top free from
her skirt. In one movement he then slit the material
from waist to neck so that it gaped open, exposing her
bra to all present. Stepping behind her he repeated the
procedure at the back causing her ruined top to hang
now in tatters around her elbows. Tears were clearly
visible in the girl's eyes – a mixture of abject fear
and outright embarrassment.
With intentional deliberation he then inched the blade
past her sternum until the tip disappeared from sight,
hidden now beneath the bra's underwire. The coldness of
the steel against her cleavage made Jessie squirm in
discomfort, not that this was an issue for long. In one
deft movement Jake slit the bra's center support, the
flimsy material coming apart to reveal her pert breasts
to the gathered assembly. Making equally short work of
the bra straps themselves, he tugged the ruined article
off her arms and tossed it behind him. One had let's
say, no need of a clinical psychologist on-site to
evaluate the victim's self-esteem right that moment.
"Sexy little thing ain't she?" he drawled, then looking
across at Caleb, clearly enjoying the young man's
unenviable predicament, added "What say we check out
the rest of the merchandise boy?"
Tears betraying his own agony, all he could do was
stare as Jake pulled the girl's chair further out from
the table before kneeling almost front-on to her.
Placing one hand just above her right knee he worked
his way beneath the hem of her skirt, his palm inching
its way inland along her thigh. Try as she might to
close up her legs even partially, the corded restraints
prevented the least resistance. Jessie's pupils were
dilated with both fear and repulsion as his fingers
quite obviously encroached on that part of a young
woman's anatomy that most have placed off-limits to all
but their chosen partner.
"You enjoying this son?" Jake grinned, "Seein' your
little wife gettin' treated nice? Never figured you'd
be watchin' another man rub her pussy like this did
ya?" Even as he spoke, he began to trace his fingers
across the front of her panties, causing the tears to
intensify. It appeared that she was trying to scream,
but the duct tape stifled her every effort.
Caleb was shaking the arms of his chair in an effort to
be rid of his bonds. Jake just looked up at him
grinning.
"What's wrong boy? Cat got ya tongue?" He guffawed at
his own humor. "I reckon I know what the problem is.
You'd be wantin' a better view of missy's pussy, so's
you can see what I's doin' to her, right??"
Seizing the hemline of her skirt, he held the material
outwards as taut as possible, before selecting an area
no more than two inches from her abdomen. Carefully
inserting the blade he then shredded the material
outwards, leaving the front of her skirt as little more
than a useless flap.
Holding the ripped material aside theatrically, he
looked back at his male captive. "Well whaddya know
son, pink panties! Could be your sexy little wife was
plannin' on some three-way entertainment after all."
Unable to wrench his gaze from between his wife's legs,
his spirits sank as he had to endure his young
partner's further debasement at the hands of this
primitive from the Ozarks.
His mouth parted in grotesque fashion, Jake was now
holding her panties to one side, exposing fully her
dark brown pubic curls that had Jessie quite obviously
crying-out forlornly in her gagged distress. Her hips
writhed in their endeavors to rid herself of this man's
degenerate treatment, a reaction he noted with some
satisfaction it appeared.
"Aww, come now Missy, ya can't blame us two boys
wantin' to look at your purty little slit?"
Crouched between her legs now, he worked his index
finger between her vaginal folds, probing deeper to the
depth of his knuckle. Caleb watched utterly horrified
whilst Jessie closed her eyes and prayed for
deliverance from this intolerable situation.
Sadly God was not paying attention.
"Hell's bells girlie, that's one fine young pussy you
got there." Jake muttered, beginning now to penetrate
her rhythmically. "Might hafta ask your husband there,
if'n he'd mind letting me take you to the bedroom for a
spell?"
Despite every negative in attendance, and the
likelihood of being raped imminently, Jessie could not
prevent the man's digital stimulation from kick-
starting nature's lubrication cycle. Jake was privy to
this reality already.
"Missy likes huh??" he grunted, retrieving his finger
and sucking it lewdly not six inches from her direct
line of vision. He began to caress her breasts as he
spoke, cupping them and pulling on her nipples which
despite the distressing circumstances on site, had
grown noticeably erect.
"Don't think we got need of these no more," he
murmured, taking hold of her panties roughly and
tugging on the waistband with his left hand as with the
right, he used the knife to slice through her skimpy
briefs on either side. A moment later she found herself
seated there fully bereft of underwear and with her
legs unable to be closed up due to her restraints.
"I got me a few other things I likes to do with the
young un's," Jake rasped. Two anxious pairs of eyes
followed his every movement as he stood up and shambled
across the kitchen. Jessie's worst fears were confirmed
moments later when he opened the door to the battered
old fridge, retrieving two items that he brought back,
before setting one down on the table in front of her –
a small half-empty Coke bottle. The second item he
nursed as he walked around behind her chair. She had
already seen what it was.
Working two of the ice-blocks free of the small tray,
he took one in each hand. Jessie shivered as the huge
hands hovered momentarily not six inches from her
chest, their owner taking time to make lengthy eye-
contact with the reluctant occupant of the chair
opposite to her.
He brought the ice up beneath either breast – she would
have squealed aloud but for the tape across her mouth.
Making contact with the pale skin he slid the ice up to
her nipples, working it slowly around the areola on
either side. Trying her best to shrink from the icy
stimulation to so sensitive an area, Jessie' pupils
dilated further as she endured the freezing contact. To
her horror her nipples became even more erect as the
man continued to tease them with the ice.
Taking delight in criss-crossing her small breasts,
Jake watched fascinated as the girl's pronounced curves
fairly glistened in their dampened state. Moisture
trickled down her cleavage, causing Jake's arousal
factor to increase substantially. This was indeed to be
a night to remember he figured, removing two fresh
cubes from the tray.
Watching the man's decadent though undeniably
provocative treatment of his young wife's breasts and
nipples barely six feet away, was not without its own
visual stimulus for Caleb. With a sense of unforced
betrayal, he became aware that certain parts of his own
anatomy were considerably 'firmer' than had been the
case a few minutes earlier. Neither was this situation
adversely affected at the point the old man once again
crouched down before his female victim, commencing then
to draw the ice laterally across her lower stomach, yet
ever on the descent.
Upon reaching her hairline, Jake applied the ice to her
vaginal lips themselves which had the effect of making
her thrust back in the chair suddenly, trying futilely
to escape the icy torture.
For several minutes Jake continued circling her portal,
fully aware of the exquisite pain he was causing.
Without warning he pushed the remnant of half melted
ice inside her and Caleb could tell from Jessie's
contorted expression alone what shock she was
experiencing. He wrenched his arms in an agony of
defeatist recognition.
Finally extricating the three-quarter melted cube with
his finger, Jake just knelt there looking up at
Jessie's pained expression. Reaching behind him, he
plucked the Coke bottle from the table.
"Now this here's the part I really like," he announced
to no-one in particular.
Jessie looked on in horror as he brought the glass
bottle up between her legs, neck-first. Caleb's mouth
had already run dry!
Working it between her outer lips, her abuser pushed
the bottle in a third of its length. Clearly Jessie was
gasping behind her taped mouth.
"There Missy," he cajoled, "fits nice and clean huh?
Let's give your husband there something to think about
on them cold Winter nights."
Holding the base of the Coke bottle he began to
penetrate the girl, most likely to her cervix. Jessie
was wriggling in distress as the man's depravity ran
its course. The images crowding in on Caleb's brain
were not likely to be shelved either in the immediate
future.
Eventually the man withdrew the bottle. That there
appeared to be no blood loss was the least of positives
in a situation beset by negatives.
"Like I said Caleb," the man-mountain sneered then in
his captive's direction, "Ok with you if I spend a few
quiet moments with Missy in the bedroom?"
To be continued... uds3@hotmail.com
(c) Peter_Pan 2008
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