The friendship of Julius and Jeff began when they met in college playing intramural rugby. The friendship grew and after graduating they started a business in the small rural town Jeff had grown up in. Julius was black and two years older than Jeff.
One of the traits they shared was how they treated women. Both were charming conversationalists and they never lacked for female companionship, but they only cared about fucking. Women had one purpose and that was to serve as a plaything.
On an autumn Saturday, the duo was checking some land they had bought. A small dirt road ran through the wooded area and as the men were walking, they heard the sound of a vehicle.
Hidden from view, they stopped and watched as a Jeep Cherokee rolled to a stop. A pretty young woman, her dark hair in a ponytail, got out, grabbed a shoulder bag and walked into the woods.
Julius and Jeff walked to the Jeep. They looked inside the windows and noticed on the back seat there was a folded blanket. Jeff tried the door handle; the car was unlocked. He reached in and grabbed the blanket, then softly closed the door. The men looked at each other and grinned.
They carefully and slowly began walking in the direction the woman had gone. After about 100 yards, they could hear soft intermittent clicks. They crouched, each behind a large tree. The woman was taking pictures. Her bag was on the ground next to her.
She turned to continue her photography, her back to the men and unaware she was being watched. Julius and Jeff crept closer.
"HEY!" Julius' deep voice boomed, and the woman jumped at the unexpected intrusion. She turned toward the two large men.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," Jeff asked as he and his friend walked closer.
"Uh... I'm just taking pictures of birds," she answered in a shaky voice. "I'm here on a photo assign..."
Julius cut her off by chopping his hand through the air. "You're trespassing. You're on our land." He pointed to a small, faded sign next to a tree that said (of course) NO TRESPASSING.
"Geez, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize. I'll leave," she bent toward her bag.
"Not yet, girl," Jeff growled. "You're breaking the law."
She just stared back her mouth open.
"Yeah, and the sheriff is a friend of ours," Julius said. "Just so you know, the sheriff and his deputies just LOVE it when they can put a sweet, young thing like you in their jail. To be blunt, they like to fuck the shit outta women while they're under arrest. Hell, they even gotta German shepherd that's been specially trained... if ya know what I mean."
The girl was trying to process those words. Her eyes were wide, looking back and forth at the two men.
Jeff stepped forward and took the camera from her hands and placed it in the bag. He picked it up and noticed the name tag.
"Sue Preston, Wildlife Photographer, huh?" She nodded. She had hardly noticed when the large man had taken her valuable camera from her hands.
"Well, Sue Preston, you got two options. We turn you into the sheriff... or, the three of us just have some wild life of our own."
That's when she noticed that Julius was spreading the blanket on the ground.
"WHAT?"
The men were grinning and now were on either side of her. They were about a foot taller and she felt like a child. "Nooooo. HEEELLLLPPPPPP."
Her scream was loud but not as loud as she thought. "Yell all you want, girlie. Ain't nobody around here but us."
Jeff grabbed Sue by the arms, his strong hands pinning them back. Julius moved in front of her. She tried to kick at him, but he easily dodged her foot. His large hand slapped her hard.
"Bitch, don't try that shit. You're way outta your league. Don't make us play any rougher than we have to."
His hands grabbed her light sweater and yanked it up and over her head, where it bunched behind her neck. With her arms pinned behind her back, her pert breasts were pushed against her blouse. Julius's big hands covered her mounds.
"NOOOOOO, PLEAAAASSEE, DON'T," she wailed.
"Nice tits, babe," Julius chuckled. "You're a real hottie."
Sue was wiggling and doing all she could to stop the assault, but Jeff had her arms in a vice grip. Her feet danced a bit, but her cheek still stung from the teeth-rattling slap. Her heart thumped as adrenaline pumped through her veins.
Julius grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, buttons flying free. "AAAHHIIIIIIEEEE. GAAAAWWDDDD NOOOOOOOO."
His hands again fondled her breasts, this time just covered by her simple white bra. His fingers hooked into the strip of material between the cups and yanked. Sue could feel the straps tugging painfully against her shoulders until the cloth gave free. Julius brushed the bra cups aside.
"Wooooeeee. Even better when we can see him."
Jeff let go of her arms, grabbed her sweater, her ruined blouse and bra and yanked the clothing down her arms and off, then resumed gripping her arms.
Julius covered her mounds with his big hands, mashing them against her chest. Then he plucked both nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, pulling and twisting at the hardening nubs. "She's gonna love it when we get both our mouths on her tits."
Sue was breathing in gasps, her chest heaving. She glanced down to see the color contrast of his black hands on her creamy breasts, and she thought she might feint.
Julius unsnapped her jeans and yanked the zipper down, then started tugging them off her hips. His hands plunged inside her panties, covering her mound. Sue yelped and squirmed more. "NNNNAAAHHHHH... DDDONNNN'TTT PLEAAAASSEEE."
Her protests were only raising the ardor of both men. Julius knelt in front of her, pulling her jeans down to her ankles. He grabbed her bikini panties at each hip and there was a loud ripping sound as he shredded them, the rag of cloth ending up in one hand.
