Still no reply. I looked inside and saw no one. I yelled through the door "HELLO!?!" still nothing. I was getting paranoid by now hoping that some red...neck may take a shot at me. I grabbed my rifle and quickly left the porch. I yelled again for Rusty. At that point I heard a rooster crowing at the back side of the cabin. As I walked around to the back I could hear a sound that was all too familiar. The sound of Rusty tearing into and gobbling up some fresh meat he had just caught. Still afraid. I could only let out a small moan of pleasure and pain. He slowly pulled out of me and started to fuck me harder. He was fucking me slowly for a few minutes then the gradually increased his pace and began pushing hard enough for his pelvis to be smacking my ass, he would also smack my ass hard with his hands. He continued fucking my ass hard and fast for what felt like an hour while calling me his bitch, his pig, and faggot. "On your back bitch" he demanded. I rolled my body over for him to. Jim held up his fist and Slicker and I dropped. Off in the distance, I knew that Switch was creeping up on the huge rotweiler the Hardy’s kept. Soon there was a quick flash from a flashlight, nothing more. That was the signal. We started moving again. Through the only window that opened easily, we slipped inside the house.We waited for slicker on the warm wood floor of the cozy farm house. I thought of poor Lady’s broken body, raped of all feeling and warmth. Rage curled thickly in. Her orgasm racked her own body. Her pussy clasped itself around his excited manhood and pulsed, milking it quite involuntarily. She had no control as she struggled to get her breath in her throes of passion. He pushed into her with sufficient force to rock her forwards on her hands and knees, he heard her moan as the air was forced from her. He held it there momentarily as she pushed back onto him, then he withdrew so just the tip of his cock was nestled at the entrance to her silky tube. He.