Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

After I've served him breakfast, Jake went over to his bed, laid down, and soon was lightly snoring. If Sam was gone now, I guessed it was up to me to feed and water the horses. Jake hadn't shown signs of doing anything but drink Sam's liquor, swill coffee, and fuck me since he'd been here. I didn't think he'd even been out to check any of the fence lines, which was why we were up here.

The blizzard had blown over in the night and the temperatures were high enough to start melting the snow. There were still three-foot drifts around, but there was no difficulty in moving around in the yard, so I pumped water into a bucket in the kitchen area and left the cabin. Jake was still sleeping.

I was back almost before I'd left, standing in the doorway, the bucket empty because I'd spilled it in the barn. I was trembling from fear.

Jake's eyes opened as soon as the cabin door banged against the wall.

"Where have you been?" he growled.

"I . . . I . . . the horses needed fed and watered." And then it tumbled out. "The horses are there. All of them. Even Sam's horse. Where's Sam? What have you done with Sam?"

He leisurely unfolded himself from the bed and walked toward me. I shrank from him in confusion and fear.

One pop to the chin and I was out like a light.

When I came to, I was naked, on my back, and spread-eagled on Sam's and my bed, tied off at the four corners of the head and foot board. The pillows from both beds had been shoved under the small of my back, elevating my pelvis and hips, and Jake was kneeling between my spread legs. His knees were pushed in well under my buttocks. He had his hard dick deep inside me, was grasping my waist with his hands, and was pistoning me hard.

I merely looked up at him with dull eyes. My jaw hurt. It felt unhinged. And, being disoriented, all I could think of was how I was going to take a cock his size in my mouth with a painful jaw.

I should have been thinking how I was going to survive this.

He moved his hands to my throat. His thumbs were on major arteries, through which blood was trying to pound through to my head. He had a sneer on his lips, and his brown eyes were flashing. The throbbing in the arteries in my neck was increasing, as he applied pressure to them with his thumbs. I shot my load and then he did as well inside me. I blacked out.

I woke up still bound and spread-eagled. Jake was sitting at the oak table, swigging liquor from a bottle and loading bullets into a revolver.

A knock at the door caused us both to look up as it opened. A young cowboy was standing there, his saddle hung off his back. His eyes first went to Jake.

"You must be Sam. I'm Jake. Jake from the Circle K. Missed you at the Dayton's Mill rendezvous so I came on up when the snow let up."

The eyes of the Jake I knew turned to me, which made the new Jake look over to me too. "What the hell? What the fuck's going on here?"