Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
Cabin by the lake
Houston Train station Summer 1971
“Bea! I’m over here” a the tall red haired woman in peasant blouse and long billowing skirt, stepping out of the arriving train from San Francisco called out. Another woman, with red hair almost the same shade rushed towards her, throwing her arms around in a big hug.
“Tina, so glad you are finally here.”
Bea was wearing a crisp white blouse, and black skirt, red hair tied in a severe bun. The eyes behind the thick horn rimmed glasses were the same shade of green as the woman she embraced. A close observer of the reunion scene, might even notice that the women were about the same age, the shade of their hair was the same, and their general facial structure was far to similar to be anything but sisters.
“Is that all your luggage?” pointing at a battered knap sack lying next to Tina’s feet.
“How much more would I need?” she asked
“Quite evidently less than me for a two week trip.” Bea admitted “let’s get moving, I have the car outside.”
The two women left the platform chatting merrily. Outside the hot Texas sun was shining on the parking lot, with only a few cars still standing there. Including a turquoise 1955 Ford Thunderbird.
“I can’t believe it, you have kept daddy’s car” Tina exclaimed, excitement in her voice.
“Of course I did, he and I spent far to many hours to keep this rust bucket running.”
“And your Husband isn’t objecting to you driving a sexier car than he does, he seems to be the chevy type.”
“Let’s leave Robert out of this if you don’t mind. He is very understanding, he likes that it is fully paid, and he gets to drive it if he is nice to me.” Bea smiled “And he can be very nice.”
They loaded Bea’s knapsack into the trunk, next to a midsize suitcase.
“Well it’s something to be said of him then. Good he keeps you satisfied.”
“We can’t all sleep around with every man walking this earth.” Bea answered a bit cattish
“I don’t do that anymore. Well there is Tommy”
“You going monogamous?”
“And Richard”
Before Bea could say anything Tina continued “And of course Harold, he is helping growing melons for the commune.”
“I’m so glad you don’t spread your legs for anyone, just Tom, Dick and Harry. Daddy would be so proud” Bea smiled, taking the sting out of her words.
“What about you, still working for the Krauts? You know that would make Daddy real proud as well.”
“I’m working with them not for them, Dr von Braun is a major asshole, but he can sure build rockets.”
They both fell silent, as they remembered their father. John Destry had been a simple man, but with some surprising debts. Working as an oil man, he had married the love of his live Alice in November 1941, just to be drafted into the army air corps by January of 42. On his last visit home before being shipped out to England, he achieved to get his wife pregnant with twins. Daughters he would see for the first time in the flesh, after his demobilization.
The war had hardened him considerably, his skills and diligence making him a master sergeant, working on bomber maintenance. But he simply melted when he first embraced the little girls Beatrix and Christina and their mother. He returned to the work on the oil fields. Where his superiors quickly found him to be a good worker, and even better leader of men. His crews constantly performed with the fewest accidents and least amount of problems. His reputation grew and worker almost fought to be working for him. That’s when fate hit, in form of a runaway truck with defective brakes, Alice’s funeral was a week later, his daughters being just 10 years old.
He would later claim that his own life was saved by the need to care for his daughters and faith. Instead of crawling into a bottle he fled into the good book, and the local parish. There wasn’t a Sunday people wouldn’t see John in his best suit accompanied by his girls in neatly pressed dresses for the service. And the commandments became the rules for the household.
Life was tough for the family. Not wanting to loose one of their best foremen, the oil company assigned him to projects where he could live with his family, moving around from one trailer to the next. Causing Bea and Tina to grow up surrounded by roughnecks, which should have been a recipe for disaster. But every time somebody would lay an eye on the pretty girls, he had an accident in the shower, as many of Destry’s crew took the self appointed place of Godfather to the girls.
As they got older and their A turned to C only Tina’s grades followed. Bea managed to remain an A Student, encourage by her father who believed knowledge was the most important currency in the world, even for a girl. Tina’s and Bea’s interests began to differ, Tina had a loving and caring attitude, actually enjoying cooking but with more than just an appreciative eye for boys, a species of humanity that would never approach the Destry household for simple fear of their lives. John Destry had a way to look at people, that was quelling any desire.
But the same man was delighted when he found out that Bea, was excited about engines, machines or anything mechanical. He taught her how to maintain a car, later how the engine worked, how to disassemble it and put it back together. One of his proudest days was when she won a full scholarship to study of all things mechanical engineering. Or his lowest when Tina ran off to follow her own dreams in San Francisco, joining a commune, calling herself Starlight and living in sin.
He had passed away 3 years ago, and the sisters hadn’t seen each other since the funeral.
They drove 2 hours, with Bea expertly operating the muscle car, the sisters chatted all the way until they reached their destination. A small, but very solidly built cabin, only 40 yards away from the lake shore. There wasn’t a single neighbor for miles.
This hut and a very sizable chunk of land along the lake was the only real estate property John Destry had ever owned, living all his live in accommodations provided by the oil company. It had been his haven of piece and quiet, and both Bea and Tina had many fond memories of summers and weekends at this place.
Bea stopped the car and took in the familiar sight, just as Tina said “I had forgotten how beautiful it is here.”
“Yes it would be a shame to sell it, Robert and I don’t really need the money.”
“I could use it rather well, but it would feel like a betrayal. Did that company say if that last offer was their final offer?”
“They didn’t say, and i didn’t ask. After all we had said we would spend a weekend here and discuss what to do with it.”
“This is to hot for me, let’s go jump into the lake and cool of a bit.”
“I didn’t bring a bathing costume.” Bea remarked
“Neither did I, come on Bea there is nobody here except us.”
Bea slowly got out of the car, stretched and suddenly kicked of her shoes, her hands flying to the buttons of her blouse “Last one in the water fixes dinner.”
“your on”
Her dismay Bea was seeing that her head start wasn’t going to last her long, as she still fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, Tina stood up and let her skirt fall to the floor, opening a button of her blouse, allowing her to slip out of it entirely. Other than Bea she didn’t need to worry about removing a bra, as she hadn’t worn one in years. Slipping out of her shoes and panties, she ran to the water “Hope your cooking has improved sis.” She ran along the short pier, hearing foot steps close behind her, and jumped into the cool water of the lake. With a second splash only seconds later.
The sisters merrily splashed and laughed in the waters of the lake, just the same way they had done as children. Unbeknownst to them their frolicking wasn’t as unobserved as they imagined. At this moment a pair of eyes was looking very intently on the happenings in the lake.
“Jim, I think we are going to have visitors soon.”
“The cops?”
“I don’t think so, these will be much more pleasant, and we should ensure a warm welcome.”
After having refreshed themselves in the lake, Bea and Tina got out of the water. and as they lacked a towel, they simply flopped down on the jetty allowing the hot summer sun to dry their wet bodies. Bea noticed that Tina’s skin was apparently seeing a lot more sun than hers, it was also apparent that quite a few areas of her body saw more sun than it was considered decent. There were only some very vague tan lines on her body. Apparently some of the things she had heard about the wild life style of the hippie communes seemed to be true.
“Tina, did you ever regret the life you have chosen.”
A bit of silence followed on Tina turned onto her stomach, head cradled on her arms.
“Not really, also since Daddy died you are the only person on the world calling me Tina. I have fully become Starlight, a free person of my own choosing. It’s not always an easy life, but it is mine. You should come out to the commune, we can teach you to raise sheep in no time.”
Bea laughed “No thank you Ma’am. That’s not for me, i’m far to busy to shoot men, that can barely walk due to pathos and brass balls to the moon.”
“I’m not saying that this is a bad occupation, but I really don’t understand why NASA is insisting of also bringing them back.”
“I assume because our director is a guy as well. Let’s get dressed, and put our stuff in the cabin.”
Tina muttered something that sounded like spoilsport, but raised herself, and the two sisters slowly walked towards the car, picking up the articles of clothing they had shed while racing to the lake. Even donning some of them again, Tina just slipped into the skirt and blouse and wandered on bare feet, while Bea elected to omit putting back on her bra. they grabbed their luggage and climbed the three steps to the little porch of the cabin. Bea moved the dead bolt that was the only lock of the cabin, meant to keep critters out, and opened the door, and stepped into the cabin.
The interior hadn’t changed since her last visit, the bed with the iron frame in the corner, the cast iron wood stove, the table and chairs. And her fathers rocking chair, only the latter was now occupied with a large black man, sitting in the dark room and holding a shot gun pointed right at her.
“Why don’t you come in?” the man proffered.
Bea reacted almost immediately and screamed “Run Tina, run!”
Tina looked with wide eyes, as she heard her sister, but then she turned and ran towards the parked car. She had almost reached it as a burly white man, with black hair and heavy five o clock shadow, wearing coveralls stepped out from the bushes next to the car, raising a revolver and leveling it at Tina.
She stopped immediately in her tracks, the mouth of the gun looked like a big dark hole. She knew guns, growing up in Texas, among rough man, her father had seen fit to teach both her and Bea how to use a gun. The knowledge about them, had only increased the respect she had of guns, and this was the first time she looked into the business end of one. Without being asked she raised her hands to shoulder height in surrender. The man with the revolver motioned to the cabin and she began walking back towards it.
“Finn, did you get her?”
“Yes I got her Jim, we are coming back inside, don’t let yours get away.”
“Not going to happen.”
Tina and Bea listened to the exchange, both men were from the south, possibly Mississippi by there accents.
Bea stumbled a bit as Tina was pushed throught he door and right against her. The man holding the revolver was remaining in the doorframe, his shoulders touching both sides, blocking that route of escape. The black man got up from the rocking chair, and opened the shutters on the windows allowing more light to fall into the interior of the cabin. He was built massively, head shaved bald. He wore jeans and a workers shirt. “A white man and a black man from Mississippi working together, that desegregation seemed to really work.” where the first thoughts shooting through Bea’s brain. But she asked instead “What are you doing here?”
“We are using this abandoned cabin, but we might ask you the same thing.” Finn said from the door.
“This cabin is not abandoned, and it belongs to us.” Bea shot back
“Well would you believe it Jim, those are our most gracious hosts. So glad to meet them.”
“Sure thing Finn, wouldn’t want to miss this for anything.”
“Well ladies, I think introductions are in order, as you might have guessed already this is Jim, my name is Finn and who would you be?”
“Go fuck yourself” Tina snapped
“That is indeed a rather unusual name.” Finn commented.
Jim stepped closer to Bea and grabbed her purse, upended it on the table and fished out her ID.
“This one is Beatrix Parker, and would you believe it she is working for NASA.”
“I did hear that NASA is having only the best, seems our tax dollars are well spent.”
“Finn, last time I checked you didn’t pay any taxes.”
“It’s a figure of speech Jim, who is the other broad, check her knapsack.”
Also Tina’s bag was opened and upended onto the floor, but other than a few items of clothing there was nothing of interest, especially no ID.
The black man approached Bea and looked her in the eyes “Who is she?”
“My sister.”
“Well that I could have said without your help, twin sister I guess. What’s her name?”
“Christina, Christina Destry”
“Starlight, my name is Starlight” Tina had made a few unpleasant experiences with men before, and if she had to go through it again, Starlight could take what Christina Destry couldn’t.
“Starlight, i like that.” Jim said “Starlight, are you one of them Hippies I have been hearing?”
“Not sure what you have been hearing, but yes.”
“so we have Starlight and Beatrix of NASA” Finn commented “I don’t like it Beatrix, that’s a mouthful, and sounds far to grand. How about I call you Trixie. What do you think Jim?”
“I like Trixie.” Jim agreed.
“Well I don’t” Bea shot back “Trixie sounds like a stripper.”
“Does it?” Jim looked to Finn
“Yes I think that’s right, sounds like a stripper name. Trixie it is.”
Bea didn’t say anything
“You know Trixie, perhaps you should start making your name proud, and start taking of those clothes.”
Bea just stared at him.
“I’m waiting.” Finn said
Still nothing happened “Look Trixie, you have 5 seconds to start, or I’ll start putting holes into your sister.” He raised the revolver aiming at Tina.
She stared into is eyes for 2 seconds and then he knew he had chosen the right threat, threatening her wouldn’t have achieved anything, but threatening her sister was a lever to be used against her.
She surprised them by unhooking her skirt first and letting it drop to the floor, before unbuttoning her blouse revealing her now braless breasts to a series of appraising comments. The blouse followed the skirt onto the floor, and it took only a bit more prodding to cause her to remove her panties. revealing the thick nest of curls in her crotch. She tried to cover her breast and crotch with her hands and arms, but in case of her chest this was a futile exercise, as they were simply to big to be easily covered.
“That’s to modest” Jim said “Put those hands on your head and face us”
Bea was close to tears but obeyed, no man other than her husband had seen her like this before. But she complied with the order and she felt her chest rising with new prominence in this position. Pink nipples standing straight up.
“Jim you know what, I never had twins before, really wonder how close they resemble each other.”
The black man pulled Tina more into the light “You heard it Starlight, the man is curious, off with your clothes. Or do we need to help you?”
Nobody needed to help her, she took off her blouse and skirt and stood entirely naked next to her sister. In solidarity she put her hands on her head as well. Nakedness wasn’t something she easily embarrassed over.
Jim and Finn stepped closer to the two women, and started their comparison
“Tits seem to be pretty similar in size.” Jim said
“Don’t you think Trixie’s sag a bit more?” Finn answered
They test this by mauling both pairs of breasts for a few minutes, and ultimately agreed that if Trixies sagged a bit, it didn’t detract from their general usability.
But ultimatedly they decided, that tits were nice, but far from the main attraction her. They made the women bend over the table, resting on their breasts, before forcefully kicking their legs apart.
Bea was trying to get up, as rough fingers pried her sex apart and jammed a finger up, only to be pushed back hard on the table and being told she was much tighter than Starlight. She screamed in pain as another finger pressed against her asshole. But so did her sister.
“Ok Ladies, we are going to have a little competition. you are going to serve me and Jim with your mouths. The great prize is the winner will only be fucked in the pussy, the loser will also get fucked in the ass.” Finn offered.
“We feel a single tooth, both of you are considered losers, are we clear?”
Bea’s heart sank this was disgusting, going down on a stranger was nothing she enjoyed, but the thought of being anally raped was a strong incentive to get over the aversion. Especially as she saw Tina lowering herself in front of Jim opening his pants. She saw a semi erect cock and she didn’t even wanted to think how large that thing would still get once fully hard.
“If you need further motivation Trixie, It’s Jim who likes taking women’s asses, not me.”
She lowered herself also to her knees, feeling his hardness through his pants, lowering them and his drawers. Finn was built a bit better than her husband Robert. Giving a blow job wasn’t something unknown to her, she was actually rather good at them, being the one way she had protected her virginity to her wedding night.
She ran her tongue along his head, the shaft and down to his balls, then slowly back up. Engulfing his head, making small sucking movements with her lips, before going down further. Returning to the head, and going down again, always sliding about half an inch of his meat deeper into her throat. She had no idea how Tina was doing, but she heard both men’s increasingly frantic groaning. Damn the hippies, she was sure Tina most likely knew how to suck cock even better than her. She redoubled her efforts and when he finally came, he withdrew from her mouth, spraying her face with his cum, she took it in disgust.
When she finally crumbled to the floor she turned to look after her sister, only to find her already on the floor with cum dripping from her breasts. She had lost.
The realization didn’t last long as both men rushed onto their respective victims and began fucking them in earnest. Finn fucked her with brutal force, like her pussy was just another tool to give him satisfaction. The men switched regularly, and she was then enduring the long and painful penetration of Jim’s massive cock.
For the next 12 hours the sisters were almost constantly fucked by one man or the other, their pussies were swollen and sore, leaking cum. But perhaps the worst part was that they had been lied to, Tina was not spared the penetration of her ass, and both sisters howled in pain, together as their asses were fucked the first of many times that night.
The next day they were left naked and alone in the cabin, as Jim and Finn drove of in Bea’s car. The memories of their child hood at the lake side cabin had stopped them from considering the propety, fearing it would betray the memory of their father. After they had walked back to the next town, and gone through the ordeal of informing the police about the assault and rape. It was the new memories of the place that had them sell the place within a week. Their rapists where never found.
The End
