wasn't convinced that this strange-looking device was a still. After all, she thought, what would a still be doing here?
She studied it for a few minutes, wondering what else it could be, when all of a sudden she noticed something dripping from one end of the copper tubing. It was a very slow drip, but she was able to stick her finger under it and collect a few drops. When she placed her finger to her nose, she detected the distinct aroma of alcohol. Then, tasting it, she realized it was, indeed, alcohol.
'I'd better get out of here,' she whispered to herself, not wanting to get involved in anything illegal and not wanting the family to know that she had uncovered their secret. But as she turned to leave, a sudden thought came to her, maybe the still wasn't illegal. She remembered reading how some farmers had begun to make their own gasoline to help cut down on the high fuel costs. Maybe that is what the people were doing. After all, they were nice enough to help her when she was in trouble. She had no right accusing them of anything illegal.
Deciding to mind her own business and to forget about the still, Erica hastened out of the stall and ran towards the barn door. In her haste, she stumbled over the chickens, and they began squawking and flying about her ankles. Because of their loud racket and of her subsequent fear of being discovered, Erica panicked and ran blindly into the donkey. It kicked her in the ass and sent her flying head over heels.
She landed on her ass in the haystack, unhurt but dazed. Her spill had caused her shorts to split open and her halter to fall completely off. There she was, lying spread-eagled with her big tits jutting out and her golden- haired pussy peeking through the split in her pants.
'Oooooooooh!' she moaned, searching for her halter. 'My poor aching ass!' She crawled around in the haystack, searching for her missing halter, but she couldn't find it. However, she did notice something buried beneath they hay. Digging with her hands, she uncovered a glass jug.
Guessing its contents but wanting to be sure, Erica pulled out the cork and raised the jug to her lips. Sure enough, it was whiskey. She dug around some more and found several more jugs hidden in the pile of hay.
'So! They are making whiskey! Well, I'll be!!' she said out loud, still digging. In all, she uncovered two dozen jugs of moonshine whiskey, all hidden beneath the haystack. 'Those sly sons-of-bitches!'
'Yeah, we're sly all right! But you're dead, bitch!'
Erica turned around at the sound of the man's voice and stood facing the entire family – the old man, the old woman, Jasper, Joe Bob, and even Marylou – all standing in the doorway, eyeing her suspiciously. At first, she was embarrassed, standing there with her big tits jutting out and her shorts slit open down the middle. She threw up her hands and covered her tits. Then she crossed her legs to hide her exposed cunt.
But as they slowly walked towards her, her embarrassment turned to fear. She had inadvertently discovered their still and their cache of whiskey, and she had no idea what they would do to her. She understood now why the family had behaved so nervously the night before when she had suggested that she spend the night in the barn rather than put them to any trouble. They were afraid I'd find out their secret, she thought. And I guess they were right.
'What are you doin'?' asked Joe Bob, staring at her big tits. 'You spyin' on us or something? Are you a revenuer?'
'Of course not,' said Erica, now surrounded by the family. 'I just came in here looking for Jasper, and I accidentally found your still and your whiskey! But I won't tell anyone! I promise! I just want to leave so I can contact my husband and the sheriff. I told you, I was robbed!'
'How do we know that?' asked Jasper. 'You just showed up here and told us that. We don't know it for sure. You been paradin' around here with your tits and ass hangin' out tryin' to make fools of us. And all along, you been really interested in our moonshine. Now ain't that right?'
'No! Of course not,' said Erica as the family closed in. 'Why won't you believe me? I'm not interested in your old still. I don't care what you do with it.'
'Who sent you?' asked the old woman. 'Tell us who sent you! Was it the sheriff who sent you? Huh? Huh?'
'Dag blame it! This is your fault, Marylou!' said Joe Bob as he pressed closer to Erica. 'You were supposed to be watchin' her.'
'Well, gosh! I thought she was just goin' to the shit-house. I didn't know she was comin' in here!'
'Never mind,' said Jasper. 'She's here, and that's all that matters. She knows all 'bout us.'
'What we goin' to do with her, Pa?' asked Joe Bob.
'I ain't sure yet, but we can't let her go. I just know she's a revenuer. I just know it!'
'We better tie her up back there in one of them stalls,' said the old woman. 'Tie her up good and tight too!'
'I'll tie her,' said Joe Bob, grabbing Erica by the arm and pulling her to the back of the barn. Erica stumbled along behind him, her huge tits shaking up and down.
'Marylou, you go and help him,' Erica heard Jasper say. 'Ma, you and Pa and me are goin' back to the house and talk this over. We got to decide what to do.'
'We used to shoot revenuers in the old days,' said the old man, within earshot of Erica.
Looking behind her, Erica saw Marylou following, and she saw the other three heading out the door. She was frightened. She had been unable to convince these people that she meant them no harm. So now, instead of being their guest, she was their prisoner, and her life was in danger.
'Get your big ass in there,' said Joe Bob as he pulled Erica into the stall. 'I'm gonna make sure you don't run away.'
'Please don't hurt me!' cried Erica as she was thrown onto the straw. 'Marylou, I thought we were friends.'
'You tricked me,' said Marylou, kneeling beside Erica. 'You're just a revenuer. You want to take away our still.'
'No, I don't,' said Erica, but she realized it was no use. Marylou was convinced of her guilt.
'And since you tried to trick me,' said Marylou, 'I'm takin back my clothes. You can just lie there naked.'
Erica was startled as the girl yanked the torn jeans from her body, pulling them down her long, shapely legs until they were free of her ankles. The big blonde found herself completely naked with the rough straw scratching her asscheeks and her thighs.
'Damn, Marylou!' said Joe Bob when he had finished tying Erica's wrists to the sides of the stall, leaving her flat on her back with her arms outstretched. 'You just uncovered her pussy! Shiiiit! Look at that yellow hair! Oh shit, my cock is gettin' hard! I want to fuck that city lady! You won't tell Pa, will ya? Promise me you won't!'
'I won't tell,' said Marylou, still kneeling at Erica's side. 'You can fuck her all you like. I don't care!'
'Wait a minute,' said Erica as she watched Joe Bob unbuckle his coveralls. 'Don't let him rape me! Please don't!'
'You tricked me! I want to see him fuck you! I hope he fucks you till you die! You're not my friend anymore.'
'Noooooooo! You don't mean that! You can't! Help me!'
'Go on, Joe Bob,' said Marylou as she helped him remove his coveralls. 'Fuck her all you want! I won't tell!'
'Hot damn!' shouted Joe Bob as he tossed his coveralls out of the way and crawled between Erica's legs. 'I'm gonna shove my big cock up your yellow pussy, city woman!'
Erica gasped at the sight of the brute. Although he was only a teenager, his body was enormous, powerfully muscled. His chest was matted with hair, as were his legs and belly. And his cock was monstrous, jutting out from his thick, black cock hair like a lance.
As he pulled apart Erica's legs and lowered his weight down on top of her, she tugged at the ropes, trying desperately to free herself. She knew her pussy was big, but it wasn't that big. She didn't want to be stabbed to death by his huge hunk of pulsating cock-meat. Besides, the boy was young. Instead of being patient, he would probably try to fuck her as fast and as hard as he could, which meant that she would get the shit fucked out of her and wind up a shishkabob.
'Help meeeeee!' howled Erica as the boy's weight mashed her into the straw. 'Oooooooooh! Shiiiiiiiiiiiit!'
'Fuck her cunt good and hard, Joe Bob! That'll teach her!'
Erica gasped as she felt Joe Bob's huge cock poke at the entrance to her cunt-hole. She guessed the size of his prick to be at least twelve inches long, and it was almost as thick as her wrist. She wanted nothing to do with
