Up ahead, just out of sight around a long curve a camouflage-painted jeep was parked on the side of the highway. The two men inside, hardbitten veterans of several campaigns, exchanged looks as they listened to the distant roar of a sports car speeding their direction. The one wearing captain's stripes shifted in his seat and fished out the .22 he kept under the driver's seat.
A long, low-slung convertible, its gleaming paint and bright chrome flashing in the sunlight, roared down the highway. Inside were two girls, twenty and nineteen respectively. Although fast friends in their grade school days, they had not met each other for a long time. On re-discovering each other, only about two days ago, they had renewed their friendship, and were now headed for points east together.
The younger woman had been hitchhiking, her feet wearily plodding down the road, when this car raced up beside her. Out of reflex, not expecting much, Julie stuck her thumb out. In the last two hours, only five cars had passed by, and not one had even slowed down. This one did.
The passenger window slid down and Julie peered into the car, the top of which was up against the hot desert sun. A good-looking, red-haired, green-eyed girl of about her own age grinned up at her.
"Hop in," she invited, opening the passenger door. Julie cautiously climbed in, and the car shot down the road at an excessive speed.
"I'm Tara," the girl exclaimed, holding out her hand with a reckless disregard for the speed at which they were traveling. Julie shook it nervously and quickly let it go, hoping Tara would put it back on the steering wheel.
"How do you do," she said. "My name's Julie."
"Well, how do you do, Julie?" Tara asked with a grin. There was something very familiar about that grin. Julie grinned back.
"What a coincidence. So am I. I'll give you a ride all the way to the Big Apple, if you like."
"How did you know I was going to New York?" Julie asked, her eyes wide.
"Get real, Julie. Everything about you says so. Besides, everybody does, sooner or later." Tara was silent after that, occasionally shooting Julie curious, yet admiring looks.
Julie was certainly worthy of admiration. She stood five and a half feet tall and was exceedingly slender. Her breasts were round and full, definitely more than a handful, her belly flat. Her trim waist led to slim hips that were boyish and womanly at the same time. The light of humor and sincerity shone in her warm, intelligent, gray eyes, and her long, wavy blonde hair was glossy and thick.
"In any case," Julie said, "I am not heading for New York. I may look in on my way, but actually I'm headed for Boston."
"Boston! Why not the Apple?"
"Why should I? I want to try to get into school in Boston, to study drama. I think it would be easier than trying to get into school in New York."
"You may have a point," said Tara, and lapsed back into silence.
Tara broke the long silence that had ensued after her New York remarks by asking where Julie was from.
"L.A., " the latter replied.
"Oh yeah? Me too. Strictly Valley, though. Now, I'd put you somewhere on the other side of the tracks, right? Near the marina? Maybe even Malibu?"
"Well," admitted Julie, "my family lives on the beach, but in a very small house."
"Whoops," said Tara, grinning. "Associating with the lower classes, Julie. Better watch it."
"I'll take my chances," Julie replied, matching Tara's grin with one of her own. She took her eyes off Tara to gaze out the window at the rapidly passing scenery.
They were driving through the heartland of the new West, dry, dusty and hot. Tara's sporty car's efficient air-conditioning took care of the heat, but nothing helped the arid feeling of the surrounding air.
"Hmm, Malibu," Tara was saying ruminatively now. "I used to go to school with a girl who lived there. Old money, though. Not Hollywood."
"Oh, yeah?" enquired Julie. "And then what?"
"My family moved when I was in fifth grade. We went to Minnesota, of all places. I lost my best friend."
"And now you've found her again," said Julie, promptly.
It took a minute to sink in. When it did, Tara turned and gave Julie a long look. "I knew there was something about you," she said, at long last. "I just knew I knew you, you know?"
Julie sorted this out, and they embarked on a long discussion of their previous relationship, their lives since their separation and the absolute remar-kability of finding each other again like this after all the years.
Tara pressed her foot harder on the accelerator, and the rocks and sagebrush fairly flew by. Tara had begun a long and involved story about her reasons for heading to New York when the ominous sound of a flat tire penetrated their consciousness.
"Dammit," said Tara. "I just bought new tires."
Tara pulled the sports car over and got out. She did not notice the jeep parked behind the brush, nor the two men who got out of it until they were behind her.
"Can we give you some assistance there, young lady?" asked one. Startled, Tara whirled around. She saw two very tough, very mean looking soldiers dressed in camouflage. She swallowed and shook her head.
"I've got it, I think," she quavered.
"Nonsense. We can't let a pretty little lady like you get her hands all dirty. Move on over, honey, and let Sergeant Collings take a look at that wheel."
Tara started to protest and then saw the .22 in the man's hand. Her eyes wide, she backed away from the car.
Julie, curious by now as to what was going on, also got out of the car. She glanced at the two men, at Tara's frozen expression and made her own assessment.
"I didn't know this was a military state," she drawled. The captain gazed at her in appreciative silence, then gestured with the gun.
"k appears to me, Sergeant, that we're going to have to take these two young ladies with us, for their own protection."
"Protection from what?" Julie asked. "You would seem to be the only thing we need protection from."
"I wish you hadn't said that," the captain said, and cocked the gun. Julie stared at him, wondering if he was going to pull the trigger. She closed her eyes.
The next thing she knew, she felt rough hands close over her upper arms. The sergeant had hold of her. The captain had grabbed Tara and was marching her toward a jeep parked in the bushes.
"I wouldn't argue if I was you," Sergeant Collings whispered in her ear. "He's in a good mood now, but that could change."
Julie allowed him to march her over to the jeep with Tara, where they were hand-cuffed together in the back seat.
"Fix the tire and I'll see you back at base," said the captain. Collings saluted and the captain put the jeep into gear. Within seconds, they had entered the town Tara and Julie had driven through previously.
It was a small town, not much more than a few houses and stores with maybe eight streets crisscrossing each other. The army barracks was behind a barbed wire fence on the other side of town.
They drove through the gates and pulled up in front of a small building, and the captain opened the back door with exaggerated courtesy. Julie stepped cautiously out, followed by Tara. They entered what turned out to be the arms' police building.
Inside, one of the handsomest and most cruel-looking men Julie had ever seen sat behind a desk. He wore the insignia of a colonel. He was tall and lean, and powerfully built. His blonde hair was short, and his bright silvery-blue eyes were narrowed into thin slits as he regarded the two young women.
"What's this?" he asked, in a deep, gravelly voice.
The sergeant, who had arrived several seconds before them, spoke up.
"These two ladies were driving across posted army land. Red there claims she didn't know. Neither of them knew. It's posted with regulation signage, however, and I don't see how they could have missed it."
"Is that so?" asked the colonel, softly.
"Look," said Tara, stepping forward. "This is some kind of mix-up. There were no signs out there. This is the first we're hearing of it. These guys offered to change my flat tire, then took us in "protective" custody. What the hell's going on here?" She flashed her bright green eyes in anger at the colonel, who appeared unmoved by her display. He turned instead to Julie.
"And you're an innocent bystander, I suppose," he said. Julie blushed again.
"I-I-well, I was in the car," she stammered. "But I don't know what you mean."
"Your friend here was driving across restricted land, and you didn't say anything to her?" the colonel asked.
"If Tara says there were no signs, that's good enough for me," Julie said. "I didn't see any."
The wrong answer; she could see it in the colonel's steely eyes. They looked her up and down, coldly, assessing her. Julie felt her body going hot and then cold under his cool gaze.
"Didn't see the sign, hm?" the colonel said ruminatively. "Why, too busy fantasizing about some big ramrod?" The sergeant, behind the girls, snickered.
Tara flushed hotly but said nothing. He made it sound so dirty.
"Bring them in the back," the colonel at last said, giving Tara the same assessing glance that he'd given Julie. "We'll probably get a better response out of them back there."
"You can't do this," Tara protested as the first man grabbed her by the arm and pushed her toward a door in the back of the room. "You haven't even booked us."
"Who said we intended to?" asked the colonel. "We're not cops. Lock them in different cells. I'll be back in a minute."
Julie followed the still-protesting Tara down a short corridor. She was confused and more than a little scared. She'd never had a run-in with any army personnel before, but she was pretty sure they weren't supposed to treat people like this. But this was Texas, not California now, and she knew everything was different.
Tara was pushed into a cell and the door slammed behind her. She whirled around, cursing, but the two officers just laughed at her. Tara began shouting imprecations at them, threatening them with her lawyer and her brother and God all in one breath.
"Her brother must have been a Marine," said the first one, listening with admiration to Tara's cursing.
Julie was taken to a cell far removed from Tara's. In fact, they had to go through another door and down another corridor to get to the cell she was eventually incarcerated in. She began to wonder how big this building was.
Having seen Julie safely locked up, the two burly officers returned to Tara. Tara watched apprehensively as they unlocked her cell door.
"I want to call my lawyer," she said.
The men were named, respectively, Collings and Coram. They exchanged looks with each other and grinned. Collings now approached Tara and took hold of one arm.
"What do you think you're doing?" Tara asked, eying Coram, who held a pair of handcuffs. They did not answer. Collings pulled Tara's hands behind her back and Coram slipped the handcuffs over the girl's wrists.
"This is illegal," Tara howled. Collings slapped her across the face.
"Shut up, you whimpering slut," he growled. Tara blinked back the sudden tears. She'd never been struck before.
Collings suddenly took hold of the lapels of Tara's shirt and ripped the shirt open. Tara gasped. She wore no bra, to the officers' delight.
Collings rubbed his fingers over the girl's exposed nipples. Tara backed away, but Collings followed her, hands still on the girl's chest.
Backing Tara into a corner, Collings reached down and cupped the girl's crotch in one big hand. He squeezed and rubbed. Tara moaned. She twisted away and brought one knee up.
Collings gripped the girl's leg in his other hand, grinning. He slapped her again. He kicked Tara's other leg out from under her, and Tara fell on her side, the wind abruptly knocked out of her.
Together, Collings and Coram lifted Tara onto the hard bunk. Coram swiftly unbuttoned Tara's jeans and slid the zipper down. He pulled the girl's jeans and panties down around her ankles. Tara kicked and struggled wildly, but the pants around her ankles shackled her pretty effectively.
Trie two men rolled her over onto her belly. Tara felt hands on her ass, under her body. Fingers stroked her pussy, cupped her breasts. A hand moved caressingly over her bare ass-cheeks.
She was forced to her knees, face pressed against the rough fabric of the blanket on the cot. Someone was kneeling behind her, parting her ass-cheeks.
Tara cried out as a finger slid into her tight anus. She squirmed, but there was no escape. The finger probed further up, widening her hole slightly, making her gasp.
The finger was withdrawn, and Tara felt something larger probing the opening to her anal tract. She screamed into the blanket as a hard cock abruptly penetrated her virgin ass-hole.
A hand grasped her hair; roughly, she was pulled up by it. She screamed again as the cock plunged deep into her anus.
There was someone in front of her, holding her by the hair. Tara looked at this someone blearily. It was Coram, and he held his throbbing cock in his other hand. He pushed it against Tara's lips.
Crying, Tara tried to turn away. Her anus was on fire. She felt like passing out. Her head was swimming. Coram pulled Tara's head forward, using his grip on the girl's hair for leverage, and forced his huge cock between her protesting lips.
Tara gagged as half the length of the cock slid down her throat. Her pussy was throbbing now, and dimly she wondered what was wrong with her. She wanted Collings to put his cock in her pussy.
The cock in her ass began moving faster, making her groan against the hard penis between her lips. Her pubic mound was grasped firmly, and a strong hand began moving back and forth along her slit. Despite herself, Tara began thrusting her hips forward.
Gasping and sweating, Collings began thrusting into Tara's tight ass-hole with deeper, more brutal strokes. His cock was squeezed so tightly, he knew he would not last long. In anger, he rubbed furiously on the girl's clit, wanting to punish her for his own lack of staying power.
Tara cried out around her mouthful of cock as her pussy was stroked. Her ass was being rubbed raw by the large penis buried deep inside it, and she was constantly gagging on the huge penis down her throat. Her eyes filled with tears.
Collings began crying out, hammering deep up inside Tara, as his cum spilled out of his cock and flowed up the girl's anal tract. He pulled out before it was all spent, and shot a wad across Tara's perfect ass-cheeks.
Coram grinned. He slowed down and waited until Collings had pulled away from Tara and gotten to his feet. Then he pulled his cock out of Tara's mouth and let go of her hair.
Gratefully, Tara slumped forward, but her relief was short-lived. She felt hands on her ass again, and her body tensed up.
Grunting, Coram rolled Tara onto her back. His hands impatiently pulled the girl's jeans and panties off and he threw them in a corner.
Tara had cried out again as she was rolled onto her back. Her shoulders and upper arms were suddenly on fire as she was forced to lie on them. Tears rolled out of her eyes and down her cheeks.
Smiling now, Coram grasped hold of Tara's ankles. He pulled the girl's legs into the air, and threw them over his shoulders. He knelt between Tara's thighs and his hands parted the girl's pussy lips. He aimed his cockhead at the entrance to the girl's womb, and pushed.
Tara wailed as the hard cock penetrated her still-throbbing cunthole. The pain in her shoulders now had something new to compete with. She tossed her head wildly from side to side, begging Coram to stop.
Coram plunged deeper inside, the girl's pleas music to his ears. He used his fingers to widen Tara's hole, and forced even more of his huge shaft inside the girl's cunt. Tara's cries became wilder and less coherent. She thrashed around under Coram, causing the cop to get even harder as he looked down at the girl's helpless body.
Grunting and groaning, he felt the cum building up inside his testicles. He jammed more of his cock up inside Tara, hearing her cries growing fainter as her struggles lessened.
With a shout of release, Coram pumped his hot, white cum deep into Tara, thrusting again and again until it was all used up. He pulled out immediately and sat back on his heels, looking down at the ravaged body beneath him.
Tara rolled onto her side, tears still streaming down her face. Her arms and shoulders ached from the strain of supporting her body, and her whole lower body throbbed.
She lay still, her body totally relaxed, too weak to put up a fight anymore.
Having zipped up, Coram pulled keys from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. Groaning, Tara sat up and began massaging her aching muscles.
"You're pretty good, girl," said Collings. He had used a handkerchief to clean his dick off, and it had a little bloody smear on it. Tara saw it, and felt like throwing up. Her bum hole was still oozing forth cum, mixed with her virgin's blood. She bowed her head.
"Pretty girl," whispered a voice. Tara looked up, and the two officers whirled around. The colonel lounged in the doorway, arms casually crossed on his chest.
The two officers began blustering, and he held up his hand.
"Did I say you two good old boys couldn't have a little fun?" he asked. His eyes never left Tara's tear-streaked face.
"Prepare her," he said. The two officers attached a pair of handcuffs to either wrists. They pulled Tara to her feet and dragged her over to the bars of her cell. The other half of each pair of cuffs was attached to the long cross-bar running horizontally. Tara's legs were then spread, pinkish cum still dripping from her ass-hole, and fastened to the bottoms of the vertical bars with two lengths of twine Coram was carrying.
Collings and Coram, without a glance at each other or the colonel, then left the cell. The colonel straightened up and regarded Tara.
"I'll be back for you," he said harshly, his eyes roaming over the girl's nakedness. Tara shook her head. The colonel came into the cell and stood behind her.
"No," whispered Tara as a hard hand descended on her shoulder. She was turned slightly to face the colonel.
"My name's Scott," the colonel told Tara. "Colonel Scott to you, pretty girl." He leaned forward and kissed Tara on the lips. His mouth was hard, brutal, and he forced Tara's lips apart to slide his tongue into her mouth.
Tara leaned against Scott, her body suddenly on fire as hard hands moved over it, and the tongue continued probing into her mouth. Her own hands longed to run over that hard body.
Abruptly, the colonel let go, pushing Tara away from him. Tara watched, bewildered, as the man left the cell without another word.
* * * * *
Although there was a steel door between her corridor and the one where Tara's cell was, Julie had heard her newly-found old friend scream. It made her blood run cold. What methods of army torture were they using, and why? What had she and Tara done? She knew there was something vitally wrong here, but she was in no position to do anything about it.
Now, all was quiet. Julie sat on the hard bunk and put her head in her hands. She wanted to be out of here, out in the warm sunshine, not shivering in apprehension in some army stockade in Texas.
The door to the corridor opened suddenly. The colonel stepped through and shut it carefully behind him. He walked to Julie's cell and looked at her thoughtfully.
Julie began to tremble. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the blanket beneath her. She returned the colonel's stare equably, though her heart was hammering inside her breast.
"What's your name?" the colonel asked suddenly, his harsh voice making the girl jump.
"What have you done to Tara?" she asked. "None of your business," he answered. "Yes, it is my business!" Julie stood up, suddenly angry. Who the hell did this guy think he was. "You have no right-"
""SIT DOWN!" he roared. Julie sat back down in a hurry, outwardly calm, inwardly trembling. "I asked you your name."
"Julie," answered she, wishing her voice didn't sound so shaky and young. The colonel smiled at the sound of that voice, so immature and unsure of itself.
"Nice name for a nice girl," he said gratingly. "Mine's Scott."
Julie nodded, not sure if that was his first or last name, and for the moment, speechless. They continued staring at each other for another few minutes, then Scott turned away. He left the corridor without looking back.
Julie sat silently, her mind whirling. What on earth was going on here? she wondered.
The door opened again, and the two men who'd "arrested" them stepped through. They unlocked the door of Julie's cell and walked in.
Julie rose to her feet, regarding them silently. The bigger one introduced them both to Julie, as Collings and Coram, and then told the girl to strip.
Raising one eyebrow, Julie stared at him, unmoving.
"I said strip," Collings rasped. Julie shook her head, edging away toward the door. Collings and Coram exchanged grins, then Coram intercepted Julie and locked his arms around the girl.
Julie fought wildly, but they soon had divested her of every shred of clothing. She stood, panting slightly, beside the hard cot, her hands crossed protectively in front of her chest and pubic area.
Collings grasped Julie roughly by the arm and pulled her forward. He pushed the girl against the bars of the cell, which Julie had already noticed were rather widely spaced apart, and held her there while Coram attached handcuffs to the girl's wrists and thence to the high cross bar of the cell. He then fastened a pair to each ankle and shackled the girl's feet to the bottom of the cell's bars, in much the same way they had done to Tara. They both then stepped outside the cell to regard their handiwork.
Julie now stood, bound spread-eagle to the bars of her cell, facing out of it. Her pert breasts thrust their way between the bars, and her body was pressed tight against the bars themselves.
"Look at that," said Collings. He reached down and tweaked one of Julie's nipples.
"Pretty girl's a slut," agreed Coram. His fingers tickled up and down Julie's exposed ribs, then slid up to caress the girl's nipples. They hardened under Coram's fingers, and both men laughed.
With a last friendly pat on Julie's head, they both left her. Julie watched them go without regret, but she was frantic. Her hands and wrists were attached tightly to the bars. She struggled briefly, but it was no use. There was no release. Despite the heat of the day, her body shivered as she thought of her helplessness.
Hour after hour she stood there. Her arms began to ache from being above her head for so long. Her cunt had alternately contracted in fear and throbbed with anticipation (of what, she was not sure), although her nipples remained hard. Her body slumped against the bars of her cell, and she lowered , her head.
A sound made her look up. Scott stood in front of her, a bottle of Coke in his hand.
"Thirsty?" he asked. Julie nodded after a moment. Scott held the bottle up to Julie's lips. The girl tilted her head back, and the sweet, cold liquid flowed down her throat.
Scott pulled the bottle back abruptly, splashing Julie with some of the cold liquid. It ran down the girl's face; some hit her nipples. She gasped as the cold stuff flowed down her body.
"Hmm," said Scott, ruminatively. "Ice, maybe." He left again, as silently as he'd come in. Julie watched him leave apprehensively, remembering his last statement.
Another hour dragged by. Julie had to keep flexing her muscles and opening and closing her hands to keep the blood flowing. Otherwise, her hands and arms just went to sleep. She knew that even when she was finally released (dear God, please let her be released!), she would be weak and helpless anyway.
Scott again stood in front of Julie. His eyes wandered up and down the length of Julie's bare body, and a glimmer of a smile appeared on his face. He carried, in his right hand, a small, plastic bucket. Julie saw with fear that it was filled with ice cubes.
"No," said the girl, looking up at him. "Should there be?"
"Are you tired yet?" Scott asked, as if he hadn't heard Julie's reply.
Julie shook her head, although she was, desperately tired. She knew this was some sort of game, and if she could just hold on, maybe she'd be able to win.
"I thought you might be getting a little hot," Scott said, holding up the bucket in explanation. "I brought something to cool you down."
Julie could not help gasping as a handful of ice slid smoothly over her chest. Scott's hand lingered on Julie's nipples, making them ache from the coldness of the ice. Julie began moaning.
Scott dipped his hand into the bucket once more, getting fresh ice. This he gently wrapped around Julie's pubic mound and held in place.
Julie cried out wordlessly as the freezing coldness gripped her lips and spread, making her cunt and clit ache, then shut her mouth with a snap. Her body twisted frantically as she tried to escape the punishingly cold ice.
Scott was relentless. He held the ice against Julie until it was mostly melted, and Julie a still, frozen figure, her body straining forward, motionless.
Scott dropped the bucket of ice. His hands reached through the bars of the cell and grasped Julie's hips. He pulled the girl forward, holding her firmly against the hard, iron bars. He leaned forward and began kissing Julie's pale, sweating face.
Julie turned her head aside. Scott grasped the girl's hair and made her face forward. His mouth descended hard upon Julie's, forcing the girl's lips apart with his tongue and ruthlessly plunging it deep into her mouth.
The young woman began gasping for air as Scott's mouth moved roughly over hers. Scott released her, finally, and stood back, his ordinarily expressionless face a mask of lust.
Julie stared. Her body was aflame with desire. She wanted nothing more than to throw her arms around this strange, hard man and pull his body close. She shook her head, not believing these thoughts were occurring in her mind.
Scott gave a short laugh. He turned away and picked up the bucket of ice. Most of the ice had melted, and he leaned forward to pour the icy water over Julie's body.
Julie flinched but said nothing as the cold stream flowed down her sides and legs. The chill of it made her want to cry out again, but she would not give Scott that satisfaction. Instead, she watched him, her gray eyes icily matching the freezing temperature of the water.
Scott was strangely excited by this pale, unmoving woman. Normally, a woman treated this way would have been pleading by now. Ice was a mighty useful tactic. But Julie said nothing; there were no protests, no pleas, nothing from this proud young woman. Scott was determined to make her scream, somehow. No one bested him.
He left again, without a word. However, shortly Collings sauntered down the corridor. He unlocked the cell door and, fishing keys out of his uniform trousers, unlocked the handcuffs holding Julie against the cell bars.
Collings helped Julie sit on the hard bunk. Whistling, he gave the girl back her clothes and ordered her to put them on.
"Colonel Scott would just hate it if you caught a chill," he said, with a smirk. Julie ignored him. Her mind was on Scott. She felt that, somehow, without being aware of it or trying, she had won the first round. So, no doubt, Scott would have something new up his sleeve. She barely noticed Collings leave again. Her mind was too busy trying to prepare for the next round in this oh-so-interesting game.
II
"Can I really bring her home?" Coram asked Scott. Scott nodded without looking up. He was signing official documents for a prisoner transfer. The small, understaffed jail of the next town over wanted to get rid of one of its more recalcitrant prisoners, a half-breed African Indian, and Scott thought he would make an interesting cell-mate for Julie. His mouth drew down slightly. He wanted to shake her up a little; having a rough-and-tumble convict in her cell might make her see Scott in a whole new light. He and the sheriff of the town had an understanding about the army's role out here in the desert: an understanding that suited them both down to a T.
"Coram," he said, at last looking up.
"Yes?" asked the captain, putting his papers back in his desk.
"Don't let her out of your sight. If she really has got people in L.A., they might not take too kindly to our hospitality. Handcuff her, and take her in the closed car, instead of the jeep. Don't let anyone see you."
"You got it, Colonel," drawled the younger man. With a happy grin, he went to fetch his prize.
Tara was hustled out a minute later, dressed and hands once again behind her back. However, gone was the threatening, swaggering girl of the morning. Now she was scared, flinching away from Coram when the captain touched her.
"Have a nice evening," Scott told her gently, as Coram led her out the jail's door. Tara blinked at him. Her face was frightened.
Scott dismissed them both from his mind the moment they were out of sight. He looked down at the papers in front of him, and read the description of the prisoner being transferred again.
"Half-breed, African-Indian father, English mother. Raised in Los Angeles and London. Moved to San Antonio in December of last year, where he has been responsible for much of the strike organizing among union and non-union farm workers. Worked on an oil rig in Texas previous to that and had a run-in with the foreman. Unusual looks, long blonde hair, black eyes, dark skin, height 6'-l"; weight 180. Scars on back, chest and arms from various knife fights."
Underneath, the police chief, a close personal friend of Scott's, had written his own description.
"He's a bad-tempered nigger," Scott read. "Prone to fighting without provocation. Arrested in Little Rock for disturbing the peace and inciting a crowd to riot, which led to a full-scale assault on the arresting officers, one of whom is still in the hospital. I'm sorry to push this off on you, Roy, but the army has room and I don't. He's dangerous. You'd probably better handle him yourself."
Roy Scott grunted a bit at the end of this missive. He sat back and rubbed his eyes. Yes, the half-breed black would make an excellent cell mate for Julie.
Pushing back his chair, Scott rose to his feet. It was getting late. He thought he'd check on their remaining prisoner before heading for his cold, lonely bed.
A light went on in the corridor, and Julie blinked. She was huddled on the hard mattress of the cell's bunk, the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Typical of the desert, the heat had fled with the sinking of the sun.
Scott stood outside Julie's cell, regarding the girl in silence for some moments. Julie stared back, not stirring, not speaking.
"You're getting a roommate tomorrow," Scott said at last. "An African who hates whites. As if any of them didn't."
"What a charming attitude," Julie suddenly sneered. "You're such a hypocrite."
Scott whirled around, his face angry.
"What's that supposed to mean, you little bitch?"
Julie rose swiftly to her feet and approached the bars of her cell.
"It means that you've got a hate-on also, but aren't man enough to admit."
Scott stared at her for a long time, then laughed.
"I don't hate anyone," he told the girl.
"I think you do," Julie said softly. "I think you hate women."
"Why would I hate women?" asked Scott, amused now.
"Maybe because you want them so much."
Scott turned on his heel and walked away. He stopped at the door and looked back at Julie.
"Good night," he said, and disappeared. Julie returned to huddle on the cot, but her face bore traces of a faint satisfaction.
* * * * *
Tara listened to the toilet flushing and the heavy boots clumping back to the bedroom, and her body tensed in apprehension. She watched the bedroom door with fearful fascination.
It opened and Coram stepped into the room. He was still dressed in his uniform, but his trousers were open, and his hard cock jutted forth. He smiled, looking down at the girl handcuffed to the bed.
Coram possessed a brass bed, his one trophy from a brief but turbulent marriage. He made great use of this bed. It came in extremely handily for situations such as these, and it turned him on no end.
He had handcuffed Tara's wrists together and then to the headboard. Her legs he had pulled up over the girl's head, and similarly handcuffed her ankles to the headboard, spreading her thighs wide, exposing her tender, sweet young pussy and pinky-brown ass-hole.
Tara began to tremble as Coram approached the bed. Her nipples rose up and her clit began to swell and harden. The sight of the uniform was too much for her, her fantasy come true. Coram laughed.
"Seems like you want it, slut," he said, in his gruff voice. He knelt on the bed, between Tara's spread legs, and began to probe the girl's vagina. He spit on his fingers and inserted three at once into Tara's cunt, drawing a cry of pain from the girl.
Coram grunted and thrust his fingers in further. His body was beginning to sweat as his cock began to throb. The blood pounded through his veins as he finger-fucked the girl, his loins on fire at the vision of nakedness in front of him.
Tara's clit was very hard now, and stood out from under its hood, pointing straight up at the ceiling. Coram bent down and licked the tip of Tara's clit. Tara moaned. Her body shook. Coram began licking up and down the young, throbbing shaft, devoting special attention to the round tip, driving his fingers deeper into the tight, hot pussy.
Her hips moving wildly, Tara strained upwards. She wanted to escape the hand, but the commingled feelings of the mouth around her clit and the fingers in her cunt was making her pussy ache as the cum began pulsing deep within her.
Coram, sensing that the girl's orgasm was near, eased back. He gently slid his fingers out of Tara's cunt and, kneeling up again, grasped his hard cock and aimed its head at the opening to Tara's pussy.
Tara began humping up against Coram as the cop forced more of his meat up into the girl's twat. He wrapped one meaty fist around Tara's left tit and began squeezing it as he thrust his way up inside the tightest cunthole he could ever recall fucking.
Tara, though hampered by her bonds, still managed to rub wildly against Coram. Her body had been awakened to lust by this brutal man, and she wanted to scream with her desire. Her gasps became moans of pleasure as her tits were roughly manhandled, and the driving cock inside her cunt filled her completely.
Coram thrust further, deeper, feeling the cunt he invaded swelling up and getting ready to spill its sweet nectar. He pumped harder, and was rewarded with a gusher of white-hot juice. Tara jolted with the force of her orgasm, then fell back, still impaled on that massive piece of man-meat.
Coram let go of Tara's now swollen tits and concentrated on getting his satisfaction. He wrapped his strong arms around Tara's bound legs and began fucking the girl furiously, his hard cock pounding up deep inside Tara, banging roughly against her uterine opening.
He shouted as he came, his body falling forward over Tara's, his cock pumping load after load of cum into the tight hole harboring his member.
Finally, Coram withdrew his limp penis from Tara's sore hole, delighting in the ravaged look of the girl's pussy. Licking his lips, he began stroking his fingers along the crack of the girl's ass.
Tara moaned a protest. Her ass had been thoroughly reamed out earlier; she didn't think she could stand anymore. Her legs were aching from being in that position for so long, and her body was still feeling the punishment of that afternoon.
Coram ignored her. His fingers again slid into the swollen bum hole, causing Tara to gasp in pain. Coram laughed as the girl's clit, also ignoring Tara, began to pulse and harden again.
"No," said Tara loudly. Coram gave her an affronted look.
"What did you say?" he asked, disbelievingly.
"I said no," said Tara, but in a lower voice. Coram shook his head. His face became suffused with a dull, red angry flush.
"You're in no position to tell me no," he whispered. He pulled his fingers out of the girl's ass and stood up. He began removing his thick, black belt from the loops of his uniform pants. Tara watched, her eyes growing wide.
"I didn't mean it," she said, hastily. Coram got off the bed. Standing beside it, he glared down at the girl.
"You need discipline, cunt," he said. He raised the belt high.
"I didn't mean it," Tara practically screamed, to no avail. The belt whistled down and cracked across her exposed ass. She cried out loudly, begging Coram's forgiveness, but Coram was not easily appeased.
He brought the belt cracking down again. And again. Every blow brought a new cry from Tara, and left a red, angry-looking welt on her bare ass.
Coram now began whipping the girl's thighs, taking care to avoid her genital area, but striking the delicate insides of the legs with hard blows.
Tara was writhing on the bed, her legs and ass bright red where the belt had descended. Coram paused, panting, the belt upraised.
"What do you say, you miserable little slut?" he rasped.
"I'm sorry," Tara choked out, her eyes filled with tears. "I'll never say it again."
"Say what?" asked Coram. Tara opened her mouth, looked at the belt, and closed it again hastily. Coram laughed.
"I sure as hell think not," he said, and dropped the belt. He looked down at the woman, then down at his penis.
It had gotten hard again during the discipline action, and he once again knelt behind Tara. Tara tried to make her mind a blank as the huge prick invaded her ass, but nothing could dull the pain of this third rape. The tears flowed steadily, and she heard her voice begging Coram to stop, to hurry, to leave her alone.
Coram, hands hard on the woman's ass, lifted Tara up slightly and slid all of his shaft deep into the her ass-hole. He heard Tara's cries and pleadings only distantly as the blood roared in his ears again. He thrust and thrust again, feeling his power, his dominance over this bitch surging through him.
Tara became aware that her ankles were being released, that her legs were being lowered. She sighed gratefully, although her pussy and ass-hole throbbed with pain and her legs and ass still stung where the belt had hit them. She felt Coram lying down beside him, gently caressing her body, and, to her astonishment, her eyes began to close. Despite her fear and pain, her body was exhausted. She drifted off to sleep.
Coram lay looking at the sleeping girl in his arms for a long time. All his life he had wanted to possess one such as she, long-limbed, with her red hair, pale skin and green eyes, and a personality that matched Coram's hard one with a softness and willingness to serve; the perfect submissive slave. And now he had her. But for how long?
He knew, as they all did, that they played a dangerous game. Usually, he and Collings picked up street kids from San Francisco or L.A., running away from something across the desert. Girls with no families, no one who cared whether they lived or died. But these two were different, and Coram realized that even while insisting to Collings that they bring the young women back to the army base.
What was it about this one? The danger she represented? Her perfect, pale body? Her pouting mouth and eager young body? Coram suddenly knew he didn't know and didn't care what had drawn him to this young beauty. He was determined to keep her, at whatever the cost.
He lay down, his head on the pillow, his hand lying lightly on Tara's belly, still gently caressing the sweet, young body.
* * * * *
Julie rose early, as soon as it was light. She had not slept, wondering why they were there, what Scott's plans were, where Tara was. Funny, that she should be so concerned about Tara, after all these years of not seeing her. She recognized, however, that she and Tara were a lot more alike than they had at first realized, and worried about the other girl more because of it.
She paced the tiny cell, the blanket still thrown over her shoulders. She watched the sun rise in all its heartbreaking beauty over the desert, and suddenly knew she would never see New York, or Boston.
The thought filled her with no sadness. Boston was just somewhere to go to get out of Malibu. Actually, it didn't really matter where she wound up. This jail cell was as good a place as any.
Julie laughed. Her good humor, never gone for long, was restored with that laugh. She continued gazing out the window long after the sun had risen and begun baking the land.
"Well, well, well, and how's the early bird this morning?" Scott stood looking in at her. As usual, Julie had not heard him come in. She turned from the window and contemplated the colonel.
It was obvious that the colonel had slept no more than Julie. Julie wondered what it was that kept the man up at night, then dismissed it from her mind.
"I'd like to know what the charge is," she said, surprising Scott.
"She speaks," mocked the other man. "Actual words come from that pristine mouth. Ain't it amazing?"
"Perhaps you could answer my question," Julie said, exactly as if the colonel had not spoken. Scott moved closer to the cell.
"I explained the charge yesterday," he said indifferently. "If you can't remember, that's your problem."
"What you are doing is highly illegal," Julie replied, her tone as indifferent as the colonel's. "Unless you're planning to kill me, you must know that I'll tell someone about this when I leave here."
"Go ahead," said Scott. "Tell the world. What actually did happen? You and your friend got taken into custody for trespassing, and were held and interrogated in the local army base. Not much to tell."
Julie was silent for a moment. Her gray eyes blazed momentarily, then she was serene once more.
"In that case, you've no real reason for going on keeping us here," she told the colonel. "Or, if you feel you have, I am at least allowed on phone call."
"No, you were allowed one phone call," Scott told him. "Your girlfriend already made it. You're out of luck. The line was busy." He looked Julie over, and his expression changed. Julie turned away, unable to bear the lustful look in the colonel's eyes.
"Your new cellmate should be arriving this morning," Scott said to Julie as he headed for the door. "I just know you two are going to be fast friends." Laughing, he left, gently closing the door behind him.
Julie sat back on the bunk and tried to compose herself. For the first time, she contemplated what
Scott meant by giving her a cellmate. This was a one person cell, and unless Scott planned on moving in another bunk, or intended to have one of them sleep on the floor, they would be sharing a bed. Julie suddenly shivered.
At about noon, Collings appeared. He slid a tray of food into Julie. Julie, though hungry, did not touch it. It smelled delicious, but she was afraid of whatever Scott may have put in it.
Her head drooped. Julie lay down and began dozing, unaware that Scott had again slipped in and stood looking at her for a long time before leaving the wing.
A sudden commotion in the corridor outside her cell brought her instantly awake and to her feet. A young, wild-looking man was pushed into the cell abruptly and the door banged shut behind him. The young man flew at it, shouting curses, while Collings stood back, nursing an injured hand.
"Fucking half-breed," he hurled over his shoulder, eliciting a stream of vituperation in a language Julie had never before heard. It sounded great, in a savage kind of way.
She regarded this new arrival with loathing and trepidation. She was not prejudiced by any means, but violence and bad manners offended her sensibilities.
The young man whirled around.
"What are you staring at?" he whispered venomously. Julie shook her head, unable to reply. The
African boy approached her, hands outstretched.
"Easy, now," Collings said from behind him. Instantly, the African whirled back around at him. He spat out something unintelligible that Julie now took to be some form of African and raised his fist.
With an uneasy look, Collings left. Julie watched him go with the first real feeling of regret she'd ever had at these army officers leaving her alone.
The African youth threw himself down on the bunk, leaving Julie nowhere to sit but the John. She instead went to the window and stood leaning against the bars.
She wasn't sure how long she stood there, her back to the other person sharing her cell. She was afraid to look at him, for fear it would set him off. So far, he'd said nothing and made no move toward her, but she could feel the barely suppressed violence in him and it made her go cold.
It felt like hours had passed when Julie finally heard Scott's dry, gravelly voice.
"How are you two getting along?" The colonel stood just outside the cell. Julie regarded him silently, but the African leapt at the bars, snarling.
Scott shook his head regretfully.
"You almost seem more like a beast than a man," he said. The African youth suddenly broke into a charming smile.
"Thanks, whitey," he said, his tones purest Trinity. Julie, who had basically formed the same opinion, gaped at him.
"I don't believe you two have been formally introduced," Scott continued. "Julie, this is Cornell T'ganiki, also known in his intimate circles as Werewolf, I believe."
Cornell T'ganiki turned and gave Julie a grin of such savagery that Julie could understand where he got his nickname from. She nodded slightly and Cornell turned back to Scott.
"My lawyer is going to be looking for me," he told Scott. "I had a date with him tomorrow."
"Dutch treat, or is he buying?" asked Scott. Cornell's face darkened, whether at the comment or the slightly veiled remark about South Africa it was hard to say.
"You're already in trouble, whitey," he said. "Don't make it any worse."
Scott began to laugh.
"Are you threatening me, you yellow-bellied black-skinned bastard?"
"He makes you sound quite colorful," muttered Julie. Cornell turned to her, his eyes abruptly crinkling up in the corners.
"Pretty funny," he said. He wasn't smiling when he looked at Scott again, however.
"You removed me without informing anyone," he said. "Bail was posted, and you refused to acknowledge it. Both are major offenses against your laws, whitey. You'd better let me go."
Scott sneered at him.
"You don't scare me, half-breed." He turned to
Julie. "See you after dinner," he told the girl, and turned on his heel.
Julie backed hastily into a corner when Cornell whirled away from the bars, but the African boy simply returned to the bed and sat heavily on it.
They spent the afternoon avoiding each other as much as possible. Cornell lounged on the bed, not offering to move and glaring whenever Julie wandered near. Julie spent her time mostly staring out the window, her legs aching from standing most of the day, reflecting on the death of chivalry, but not willing to challenge the African to his right to the bed.
A meager supper appeared at six o'clock, brought in by a smirking Coram. He looked at Julie and burst out laughing.
"What's the joke?" Cornell asked tersely, looking up from his badly burnt chicken. Coram ignored him, still staring at Julie.
"I'll give her your regards, shall I?" Coram asked the girl. Julie flushed and said nothing, but Cornell looked with angry confusion from one to the other.
Coram collected their plates and left. He paused at the door and looked over his shoulder at Julie.
"She's very good," he said, and slipped through the door. Julie, embarrassed, sat down abruptly on the bed that Cornell had vacated to stand by the window.
"What do you think you're doing, white bitch?" Cornell asked in a dangerous voice.
"I needed to sit," Julie answered wearily. "Besides which, I was here first."
"So fucking what?" asked Cornell. He looked Julie's thin body up and down insolently. "Think you're man enough to fight me for it?" His voice sneered over the word man, and Julie realized he thought she was a dyke. What did it matter? However, she refused to make an issue of her sexuality.
"I've no desire to fight you at all," said Julie, rising to her feet and grimacing. She began to stride past the African youth, who blocked her way. At that moment, the lights went out.
Julie, unable to see for a moment, felt the other's presence very close to her. Uncomfortably, she tried to move back, and an iron-strong arm caught her in a tight grip. She shook her head as she was pulled into Cornell's steely arms and held firmly.
Cornell began pulling Julie's clothing off, tearing the buttons from the girl's shirt, ignoring Julie's angry protests. When Julie fought him, he grasped Julie's wrists in one hand and held them behind her back.
Julie now tried driving her knee into Cornell's groin, but the African sidestepped neatly and whirled Julie around in front of him. His right hand holding the girl's wrists tightly, his left clutched Julie's pussy and began rubbing and probing through the fabric of her jeans.
He dragged Julie bodily over to the bed and threw her down on it, leaping immediately on top of her and pinning her beneath him. His hands feverishly roamed over Julie's body, ripping open the shirt at last, pulling it roughly from Julie's shoulders.
Julie's every attempt to free herself was thwarted. She was no match for this strong, angry young man. She sensed that to fight more would simply enrage Cornell further, and could be physically dangerous. So she lay still at last, letting Cornell have free rein of her body.
Cornell finished pulling off Julie's clothes and quickly stripped off his own. He wondered at the woman's sudden passivity, but didn't mind it in the least. No shrinking virgin here, he thought.
His hands moved roughly over Julie's body, stroking and pinching. Julie tried to keep still, but the hands probed intimately, making her gasp. A finger slid into her anus, then another one into her twat.
Cornell was on his knees above Julie now. He grasped a handful of hair and pulled Julie's head forward, thrusting his penis into Julie's face. Julie unwillingly opened her mouth, and the length of Cornell's hard shaft slid in, his hard, huge head banging against Julie's tonsils.
Julie gagged as the head slid past her tonsils and down her throat. She brought her hands up and cupped Cornell's ass, manipulating the African so as to get a better grip on the cock ravaging her mouth.
Cornell delighted in the feeling of Julie's hands on his ass. He buried more of his cock in her throat and his finger, which had slipped out of Julie's ass, now returned, although at a slightly more difficult angle.
Julie felt the fingers sliding around deep inside her anus and pussy, felt the cock in her mouth, and felt her own tiny nub beginning to rise. Her body grew hotter and sweat began to drip down her sides as she concentrated on blowing Cornell. The fingers in her private parts made concentration more difficult, of course. She tried to push them out, but Cornell simply drove them deeper in, especially in her ass.
Cornell now decided the time was right. He abruptly withdrew his fingers and pulled his cock out of Julie's mouth, making the young woman moan. Julie's clit was hard now, and the finger in her ass had begun to feel good.
Cornell rolled Julie onto her belly and parted the girl's ass-cheeks with both hands. He poised himself at Julie's bum hole, and, grasping his throbbing shaft in one hand, aimed the head of his cock at the tiny hole. He forced his head in and felt the anal ring resisting him. Slapping a hand down on Julie's ass, he pushed harder, and felt the resistance suddenly give way. He slid in with a contented sigh and began fucking steadily.
Julie bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her ass felt split asunder. She'd only done this once before, and then her lover had been considerably smaller and gentler than Cornell.
Now, she clutched the blanket beneath her and turned her face to the wall. Her body began responding, despite the pain of the hard fucking Cornell was giving her. Her steaming love tunnel was juicing up as her clit hardened even more, pressed tight against the mattress. The movements of their two bodies rubbed her clit against the rough blanket, making her moan. The feeling of the hard cock invading her bowels was incredible.
Cornell grunted and sweated above Julie. His experience fucking women up the ass was not vast (the front door was more what they usually wanted), but he knew he'd never felt an ass as tight or hot as this one. His thrusts became deeper, more frantic, as the lustful feelings inside him increased.
Julie was squirming now, trying to get her body into a more comfortable position, seeking to gain some leverage so as to either push that monstrous cock out or pull it in further. She wanted, in her heart, to feel all of Cornell's hard cock imbedded deep in her ass. Her body began jerking as the cum inside her heated to the boiling point and began spilling out of her throbbing pussy.
Cornell felt the girl jolting under him and knew what had happened. In the darkness above Julie, he grinned, and slammed his cock all the way up Julie's anal canal.
Julie screamed into the blanket as Cornell fulfilled her dearest wish, hurting her tender ass-hole and making her release more juice. Cornell had both hands on Julie's hips now, and was using this grip to hold the girl steady as he pumped all his hard man-meat up inside that throbbing, hot ass.
His head was swimming; he could feel the blood pounding through his veins. His cock was swelling inside Julie, and he knew his own coming was imminent. Clutching Julie's hips tightly, he threw back his head and uttered a wild yell of abandon as he pumped buckets of cum deep inside the anal tract of the woman lying so passively now beneath him.
Julie felt an indescribable sense of loss as Cornell pulled out and sat up. She, too, sat up, regarding Cornell with a shaky smile.
Cornell ruffled Julie's hair, something he'd never done with anyone else after sex. Usually, he just put his clothes back on and left without a backwards glance (impossible in this situation). However, even if he'd not been locked up with Julie, he knew that he would not have simply walked away. There was something about this beautiful young woman that inspired a new feeling inside the savage young African. He wondered briefly about it.
Julie groaned slightly. She leaned against Cornell, her feelings corresponding with the feelings the man was having, but unable to communicate them. She realized that she'd enjoyed tremendously the treatment she'd received at Cornell's hands, and knew that placed her possibly in the uneasy category of masochist.
Cornell lay back down on the bunk, pulling Julie down beside him. It was a tight fit, for the bunk was extremely narrow, but they managed. Cornell felt around and pulled the blanket out from under their bodies. He covered them both with it and, pillowing Julie's head on his shoulder, drifted off to sleep.
Julie lay awake a long time, listening to Cornell's easy, even breathing. She thought of other men she'd known, her father, her brother, the one man she'd ever made love with before Cornell. Her thoughts drifted uneasily to Scott, the new bogie in her life. What had the sadistic colonel in mind for her, and for Tara?
Tara. She'd completely forgotten about Tara. She wondered how Tara was faring this night. She angrily blinked back the sudden tears that had sprung to her eyes. For whom? A herself? For Tara? She didn't know. For some reason, she felt protective towards Tara. Perhaps she sensed there was a helplessness in Tara, despite her easy, carefree attitude.
Her thoughts confusedly chasing each other down the labyrinthine corridors of her mind, Julie at last slept.
"She sure does look pretty all trussed up like that." Collings laughed richly, looking down at the helpless Tara on Co ram's bed. Tara, lying face-down, felt her whole body blushing at the thought of her exposure, and these men gazing down at her. Her cunt involuntarily throbbed, pulsing gently against the sheets under her.
A hand was caressing her ass-cheeks now. She moaned softly into the pillows. The hand slid further down, under her, and touched her gently throbbing pussy. It probed inside, stroking and touching, parting her lips and rubbing her clit with a rough finger.
Collings straightened up with a laugh.
"That girl's got a hard-on," he told Coram. Coram gazed down at Tara, his eyes narrowed.
"Is that right?" he said softly. He crossed quickly to the closet and got out the thick, black leather belt that Tara had come to dread.
"Did I say you could enjoy this?" he whispered in her ear. Tara shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. Coram raised the belt above Tara's ass, and brought it down with a satisfying crack. The girl jumped, straining against her bonds, and let out a loud cry.
Collings looked hungrily on. He wanted to plow into that tight pussy, to maul those creamy buttocks. He wished he'd been the one who'd had the balls to ask about bringing this one home. Now, technically, although Tara was no one's property, she was here in Coram's house, and Collings had to follow Coram's rules in his treatment of the girl. Left to himself, he'd have fucked that bitch raw, and then again.
Coram slapped Tara's ass again with the belt, and the girl bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. She grimaced at the taste in her mouth. She tensed up for another blow, but it didn't fall.
Instead, hands were again on her ass, parting her cheeks. She moaned again and buried her face in the pillows as hard fingers probed her crack, finding her opening and sliding deep inside. She trembled, feeling knees pressing against the inside of her thighs. The fingers were withdrawn, and she held her breath.
A hard, huge cock abruptly invaded her bowels, not her cunt, causing her to cry out and bite the pillow. Her hands, useless to her, nonetheless twisted in the handcuffs, seeking liberation, as her body writhed beneath the hard body of the man on top of her, penetrating her very being with his throbbing masculinity.
Tara's eyes widened as the cock rammed against her anal walls, and fingers slid under her body to cup themselves around her clit. She began moving with the steady rhythm of the fucking, rubbing her cunt against the calloused fingers and palm. Her loins began throbbing with heat and desire.
Collings, for it was he who had climbed on top of Tara, now wrapped his whole hand around Tara's swollen cunt. He paused in his fucking to jerk Tara off, loving the feeling of the tiny nub in his hand growing larger, harder, as the cum began building inside the girl's hot twat. He loved the feeling of power he had on top of this girl, reaming out her ass, making her come almost on command.
He pushed hard against Tara's pussy, and was almost instantly rewarded with a gush of hot juice. It spurted out of Tara's pussy, mixed with a little urine, flowing over Collings hand and smearing onto the sheets. Collings laughed joyously and began fucking Tara with renewed vigor.
Coram watched sourly from beside the bed. Collings was having too good a time, he thought, but didn't dare interrupt. Despite the fact that the girl was in his bed, he knew Collings was his superior, and didn't quite have the nerve to demand his rights. Had he but known, he could have, but his natural deference to the older man's position held him back.
He now knelt on the bed beside Tara's face and gently took a handful of hair, turning Tara towards him. He held his heavy cock in one hand, and began slapping it against Tara's face. Tara closed her eyes, trying to turn her head away. Coram pulled her closer and rubbed the head of his cock against the girl's lips.
Tara, sensing the inevitable, opened her mouth. The hard, huge cock slid in. Tara opened her mouth and throat wider, feeling the length of the cock sliding into her mouth and down her throat.
Coram closed his eyes as the girl's mouth and tongue took over, sucking and licking his head and shaft. He felt the stirrings of cum in his testicles, and pulled back slightly. He wanted this to last a long time.
Collings looked at the two of them. The sight of Coram's hard meat disappearing into the girl's mouth was so erotic he thought he was going to lose it. He slowed down his strokes and concentrated on keeping control.
Tara's clit, to her own amazement, was again rising, growing harder and puffier. The cock sliding down her throat was choking her, making her gag, but the feelings of the two penises invading her orifices made her feel slutty and excited.
Collings put his hands on Tara's shoulders and began slamming his cock hard into the woman's tender bum hole, making Tara moan around her huge mouthful of throbbing cock. She began thrusting her hips back at Collings, her sphincter muscles closing spasmodically around the hard shaft, causing Collings to groan and sweat as the pressure made his cum boil to the surface. With a loud shout, he fell forward over Tara's back, filling the hot ass with his sweet cum.
Coram, seeing his partner in crime so blissfully filling the girl's ass, shot a load of cum directly down Tara's throat. The girl swallowed it all, blinking in surprise as another jolt followed on the heels of the first, filling her mouth and throat again. This time, she could not stop some from dribbling out. It ran down her face, staining the pillows beneath her head.
Collings withdrew his cock and leaned back. His big hand still caressed Tara's gleaming ass-cheeks. He loved the feeling of the tender, young flesh under his fingers. He smiled gently.
Coram pulled out and turned to Collings in time to see the older man's fond smile. His expression turned sour, but he said nothing. He rose to his feet and left the bedroom.
Collings unlocked the handcuffs on Tara's wrists and ankles, and helped her sit up. Tara leaned gratefully against the sergeant's side, catching her breath in a series of gasps.
Looking down, Collings observed the girl's pussy glistening with juice. He chuckled. He took Tara's right hand and placed it on her swollen pussy.
"Jerk off," he said. Tara groaned.
"I can't," she protested, her voice a whisper. Collings shook her roughly by the shoulder.
"I said, jerk off," he told the girl again. Tara, her eyes filled with tears, began stroking her clit, hesitantly at first, then with more vigor and pressure as the feelings of lust grew.
Collings bent his head and took one of Tara's tiny, tender nipples in his mouth. He gently bit down, and felt Tara stiffen beside him. The girl's hands began moving more urgently over her swollen clit, coaxing her pussy to spurt.
Coram came back into the room and stood watching in undisguised lust and admiration as the girl stroked her own clit, her head thrown back against Collings' chest, her hand moving furiously over her cunt. The other officer lounged in the doorway, observing Tara's intent, passionate expression. His hand slid surreptitiously down to his cock, which was getting hard from the sight of Tara's masturbation.
Tara began crying out loudly as her cum flowed out of her cunt and down her thighs. She slumped back against Collings, who gently laid her back down on the bed and stood up.
Coram, who'd been still stroking his own member, now approached the bed again. Collings stood aside with a wicked grin as Coram knelt on the bed. Tara looked up at him pleadingly, but Coram ignored her. Grasping her ankles, he heaved the slender legs over his shoulders and plunged his massive prick deep into Tara's twat.
Tara yelled wildly. Her fists beat ineffectually at Coram. Coram caught them and held them at the girl's sides. His hips continued moving, thrusting his penis painfully again and again into Tara's sore, throbbing pussy.
She was sobbing. Her head thrashed wildly from side to side as the fucking went on. Her legs kicked, but were held prisoner over Coram's muscled shoulders. Her wrists were being bruised by the hard fingers holding them against her flanks.
Coram looked down at the girl and grinned. He loved seeing Tara like this, helpless in his grasp, her face contorted with pain, fear and lust. He knew that, despite her protestations, this girl loved it. She was a natural-born submissive, who'd stumbled into a nest of dominant, sadistic males.
Tara, although her thoughts were not as coherent, would have, in her heart, agreed. She felt these men's power over her, and it made her feel weak with lust and desire. She wanted nothing more, had indeed almost all her life wanted nothing more, than to be possessed by a strong man, a man who would treat her exactly as these two big bullies were treating her now. Her pussy, though tired and sore, was again throbbing. She thought she might come without any outside stimulation at all, and felt unbearably slurry.
Coram, feeling Tara's cunt again throbbing and juicing around his swollen member, felt an undeniable surge of lust coursing through his body. With a loud shout, he let go the cum that had begun making his testicles throb, shooting it deep inside the girl lying so helplessly beneath him.
Tara's muscles squeezed tightly around Coram's shaft as the hot cum filled her cunt. The pressure caused Coram to shoot again, and Tara's pussy once more overflowed with hot, white cum.
Abruptly pulling his rapidly deflating penis out of Tara, Coram slumped forward over the girl, crushing her down into the sheets. Tara uttered a strangled, muffled yell as the man's big body bore down on hers. However, her legs were released, as were her wrists, and she breathed a sigh of relief for that.
Collings began pulling his clothing back on. He regarded Tara tenderly for a few minutes, then bade both parties goodbye. Coram listened to him go without regret, but Tara felt an inexplicable pang. Maybe she sensed that, of the two, Collings was gentler, kinder.
Coram rolled onto his back, pulling Tara into his arms. He gently caressed the girl, stroking her back and sides, as he fell asleep, forgetting Scott's warnings about keeping an eye on her. Within minutes, his breathing was deep and even.
Tara listened to him, and then cautiously eased herself off the bed. She had a moment of panic when Coram rolled over, muttering to himself, but then the captain began snoring. Tiptoeing, Tara made her way to the bathroom and gratefully relieved her clamoring bladder.
She was halfway back to the bed and Coram when she stopped and wondered what the hell she was doing. Her clothes lay on a chair near the bed. Coram was deep asleep and she was, for the first time in two days, unfettered and uncaged.
The feelings she'd had while in bondage to the two men faded fast. Yeah, sex was great, and B&D was great, but she'd been on her way to New York City. Home of some of the best sex in the world. She must be crazy to contemplate getting back into that bed.
Darting furtive, scared looks at the sleeping man, Tara picked up her clothes and dressed speedily. Her shoes were there, but her socks and underwear had disappeared. Oh well. Now, the only things missing were her wallet and the keys to her car. Her car!
She'd have to go back to that slimy army camp to get her convertible. She'd seen it parked in back of the stockade when Coram'd brought her out to the car the night before. Somehow, she'd have to sneak out and get it, without that nosy colonel spotting her.
Realizing the way her thoughts were running, Tara straightened up. She'd done nothing wrong. They'd not even read her her rights. She was going to kick some ass when she got out of here, alright. Held without bail, sexually abused, her car impounded, and all over a trumped-up charge of trespassing? Her lips narrowed into a thin line. Yes, she'd make them pay.
She crept out of the house and sprinted down the road. She remembered the way to the barracks, and headed there cautiously, her eye out for any roving trucks or jeeps.
She met no one. No one was out for a late night stroll. This town really went to bed early. There wasn't even a proper bar, just some tavern where a lot of blacks were hanging out. She recognized them as the Africans Coram and Collings had complained about earlier, and avoided the bar completely (none of that scene, thank you very much), going down the next street, and making her way circuitously to the army post.
There was her car, her pride and joy. Now, how did she get into that fucking army jail and get her wallet and keys?
As she stood there pondering, she became aware of noise to her left. There were a lot of raised voices, and much singing and laughter. The tavern must have closed down, and the Africans were on their way home. Tara pressed closer to the house she was hiding beside.
There were about ten or twelve of them, she decided. She watched in fascination as they climbed over the fence and then stood directly in front of the stockade and began chanting something. Where, she wondered, were the guards? How was it they were allowed in, and no one was shooting at them?
The door to the army stockade opened, and Scott stood there, outlined in the pale light. He said something, but his voice was inaudible to Tara, standing across the road.
"No!" A voice rose strongly from the middle of the group, and a tall, breathtakingly handsome African stepped forward.
"No," he repeated, but quieter. His accent was a cross between Raul Julia and Oliver Reed. "You are holding Cornell T'ganiki, and that is illegal. His bail was paid yesterday. Let him go, Scott."
"Cornell T'gankiki is guilty of a serious crime," Scott said.
"Prove it," said the first man. "His court date has been set, his bail has been paid. You have no business holding him. He is free."
"He's guilty," growled Scott, losing his temper for the first time. "He's guilty, and he's got to pay. As anyone has to pay for his crimes. So, you boys'd better just run along home, before I haul you in for disturbing the peace."
"White man, you play a dangerous game," hissed one of the other men suddenly. "We'll make you pay yet."
"Are you threatening me?" Scott asked, coming down the first two steps of the jail. The Africans stood, immovable, as Scott descended to street level.
"Enough," a new voice suddenly shouted. All eyes turned to the barred window where Cornell now stood. His eyes were on the handsome African alone, however. Tara noticed a startling similarity between them, though the one had long, black hair and the other flowing blonde hair.
The blonde said something in Indian or African, and the other man began to smile. Scott saw that smile, and grew uneasy, but held his ground.
The first African turned to Scott.
"Cornell is my brother, and I will respect his wishes," he said. He held up his hand, and the rest of the Africans mysteriously melted away into the shadows.
"But some day, Scott," the man continued, "someday, you will be out riding alone, and our paths will cross, and then we will settle this, once and for all." He turned on his heel and stalked out of sight.
Scott stood watching him until he was nothing but a shadow, then returned to the stockade. Tara slumped back against the wall. How was she supposed to get her keys now?
A strong hand suddenly clamped itself over her mouth. An equally strong arm wrapped itself around her body, and she was dragged backwards, away from the house. She struggled, but was no match for whoever this was. Coram, she thought dimly.
A few moments later, she was dragged into a small circle of muttering men and released.
"What's this?" asked a voice he recognized as the voice of the defiant young African who'd faced down Scott.
"I found her over by the houses near the army base," answered a deep, guttural voice. The first one struck a match, and Tara blinked in the sudden, small flare of light.
Her captors ranged in age from about eighteen to possibly thirty, and were for the most part, extraordinarily handsome. None, however, could compete with the looks of the young brother of Cornell. His long, straight nose and large, blue eyes, complete with long, almost girlish, black lashes; his long, wavy black hair fell to his shoulders; his cheekbones were very high and the planes of his face smooth, hard and chiseled.
His shoulders were broad and well-muscled, and his torso tapered down to a slender waist and hips. His belly was flat and smooth. He wore jeans and a leather vest, and Tara gaped at the masculine beauty of this man.
The African looked Tara over insolently, his eyes snapping with hatred.
"What were you doing over there?" he asked. Tara bridled slightly.
"None of your business," she retorted, and earned herself a slap to the face. She reeled back, and someone caught her. Her hair was caught in someone's hand, and her head pulled back so that she looked into the African god's face.
"What were you doing over there?" the young man repeated, his eyes boring into Tara's. Tara tried to shake her head, but fingers dug into her scalp.
"Nothing," she choked out. "Trying to get my car back."
The African youth jerked his head, and strong hands grasped Tara.
"Bring her," he said, and strode away. Tara opened her mouth to protest, but someone clapped a hand over it. She was led away.
* * * * *
Somewhere, a dog, or a coyote perhaps, was howling at the moon. Sitting shivering on the ground, her teeth chattering, Tara'd never felt so alone in all her life. Except for bringing her here and dumping her on the ground, her captors ignored her. Her hands had been bound behind her back, and a gag of some sort thrust into her mouth. Between the cavalry and the savages, she thought, I'm not really making out too well in the wild, wild west. Why did I ever leave L.A. ?
They had built a small fire, and had gathered around it, leaving Tara on the outskirts. Why she'd been brought here was hazy to her, and she suspected hazy to them as well. They were all awaiting the arrival of the African youth who'd ordered her brought along.
Thinking about him, his hard, handsome face and hard, lithe body, made Tara shiver more. If she'd read the light in the young man's eyes correctly, she was here for more than a little light interrogation.
Idly, she wondered what the trouble was between these people and the unlawful army officers. She had read that many people in the West were prejudiced, mostly against Indians, but she'd not realized how prejudiced the whites and blacks in the desert states were toward each other.
The other men were looking towards the road now, and Tara saw a low, dark car racing towards them. It stopped abruptly and the fierce young African climbed out of it. He ignored the other men and strode to where Tara sat uncomfortably on the ground. He reached down and pulled Tara to her feet.
"In the morning," he said to the men gathered around, and forced Tara into the car. Getting in beside her, he started the engine, and they shot off down the road.
The African reached over and removed Tara's gag.
"What's your name, woman?" he asked.
"None of your business," Tara answered. She shrieked as a hard hand grasped a handful of hair and shook her head. "Okay, okay. My friends call me Tara."
"What shall I call you, then?" asked the African, with a slight grin.
"Nothing," said Tara, gazing out the window. She turned back to the man.
"You talk a good game of legal and illegal," she said, nodding towards the car and the scenery dashing by. "What do you think kidnapping is?"
"I'm not kidnapping you," said the African, his voice amused. "I'm removing you from danger."
"Danger," scoffed Tara.
"You know two officers named Coram and Collings?" Tara stiffened.
"They're out looking for you this very minute," the African youth continued calmly. "I'm going to see to it they don't find you, until I'm good and ready."
"Why?" Tara burst out passionately. "Why, why, why? We were just driving through, meaning no harm to anyone-" she stopped abruptly, but it was too late.
"We?" asked the African softly. "Who's we?" Tara shook her head stubbornly. Bad enough she'd forgotten about Julie earlier tonight; she wasn't about to drag her into whatever weirdness she was suddenly involved in.
"You may as well tell me," the African said, indifferently. "I'll find out, anyway."
"It makes no sense," said Tara. "What does it matter to you, one way or the other? You sure as hell can't get any ransom from my family." She gave a snort of laughter. "They haven't got any money, anyway."
"I don't want money," the other said, softly. "I just want Cornell back." They drove on in silence.
"I'll call you Tara," the African said at last. "My name is Duker. Duker T'ganiki. My friends just call me Duke."
"How do you do?" Tara said bitterly. "I'd love to shake your hand."
Duke smiled into the darkness.
"Oh, I think you'll do more than that, little Tara."
A few minutes later, they turned down a dirt road. Tara began smelling water through her open window. The road led down-hill to a small lake. On the lake she could see a small, log cabin. They pulled up in front of it. There were no lights burning. Duke got out of the car and came around the other side to get Tara. He helped her out of the car and into the cabin.
It was cold inside. Duke hit a switch and suddenly warm light flooded the small room. Tara looked around. The room, though small, was quite comfortable, with two large, leather sofas, and groups of chairs around a massive, fieldstone fireplace. Paintings hung on the walls, some exquisite, some soso, but all of them works of art. Tara recognized a work by new artist, Griffin Jones, with a start of surprise. His works were almost unobtainable. She looked at Duke, but Duke was lighting a fire in the large fireplace and had his back to Tara. Tara continued looking around.
A room off to one side revealed itself to be a kitchen, with a smaller room leading off it. This was the bathroom. Stairs from the living room led up to a loft and perhaps something behind that. Tara couldn't really tell.
When the fire was going, Duke untied Tara's hands and led her to one of the chairs.
"Drink?" he asked. Tara nodded, hesitantly.
Duke returned with two snifters of brandy. He held one out to Tara, who sipped her cognac slowly, feeling warmth returning to her frozen limbs.
Duke downed his brandy in one swallow, which made Tara wince. The African refilled his glass and sat staring into the fire, not speaking, for a long time. Tara remained silent, enjoying the sudden peace that had descended.
Her head lowered. Her eyes closed. She put her glass down on a table beside her chair and leaned back, her head falling back against the top of the chair. Her pouting, vulnerable mouth fell open slightly and she began to snore.
Duke watched her, a smile on his lips. He tenderly picked Tara up and carried her up the stairs to the loft overlooking the living room. Slowly and gently, so as not to wake the girl, he undressed her, then slid her under the blankets on the king-sized bed and covered her completely. Then he went back downstairs and lay down on the sofa, listening to the fire and the small night sounds around the cabin.
IV
Cornell was gone! Julie knew it the instant she awoke. Probably a detached part of her mind had known it the moment it had happened. She felt an aching sense of loss as she looked around the empty cell.
The door to the other rooms opened. Scott stood there, rubbing his jaw and regarding Julie silently. Julie lay, hands behind her head, returning Scott's unwavering stare.
"Have a pleasant night?" Scott asked in his rasping, gravelly voice.
"Yes, thanks," answered Julie, a polite smile on her lips. "And yourself?"
Scott didn't answer. His lips had narrowed into a grim line as he gazed down at Julie. After the scene last night, he'd moved Cornell to another cell, noting at the time that the two had been anything but idle in the dark.
He unlocked the door of the cell and stepped in. Julie didn't move, but watched the colonel's approach warily. Her body, under the blanket, tensed.
Scott sat on the edge of the cot and put a hand on Julie's thigh, through the rough wool of the blanket. He began rubbing it. Julie lay unflinching, never taking her eyes off the colonel's face.
The colonel suddenly reached up and yanked the blanket away from Julie's body, exposing her nakedness. Julie closed her eyes at this, not wanting to observe the open lust on Scott's face.
Scott's hand descended on Julie's bare chest and began moving slowly. He rubbed and squeezed both tits, one at a time. His fingers caressed Julie's nipples, which hardened into erect nubs in no time at all. Julie gritted her teeth and forced her hands to remain still, although she wanted with all her might to push the man away and run.
Scott bent and kissed Julie's right nipple. His lips closed around it and he began sucking, licking, biting. Julie's breath hissed through tightly compressed lips.
She felt Scott's hand moving lower, stroking and caressing her taut belly. The hand began moving in lazy circles, causing Julie's hair to stand up.
Scott now touched Julie's cunt. His fingers stroked along the hair and outer lips, causing her clit to swell and start to rise. He laughed gently and rubbed one finger gently over Julie's rapidly stiffening clitoris. He began stroking harder.
Julie moaned behind her closed lips. Her hands clutched each other tightly as she tried to maintain her semblance of indifference. Her legs began to move ever so slightly as her pussy tightened and juiced, as the pressure on her love button increased.
Scott's mouth left Julie's nipple and traveled up her chest, up her neck, to her lips. Brutally, he forced the girl's mouth open and thrust his tongue inside. Julie opened her mouth, muttering against Scott's lips as her legs involuntarily spread.
Scott felt the girl's hips moving and pressed harder on the flesh under his hand. He could feel the girl's desire as he crushed his lips down on Julie's and held her sex in his hands. His penis was throbbing now inside his trousers and it took all his willpower to keep from pulling it out and plunging it into that tight, hot twat. But he would wait. He wanted to own this woman, to make her want it, make her beg for it. Scott knew she would, eventually. Julie couldn't hold out forever.
Julie, now thrashing under Scott's rough handling of her pussy, soundlessly pleaded with the colonel to wrap his strong arms around her and thrust his hard member into Julie's aching hole. Her desire for Scott was so strong it astonished her.
Outwardly, she gave no sign of this. Her hands remained under her head, her hips strained upward as she sought relief from the pounding of the blood through her loins. Even her mouth never betrayed her, although she fervently returned Scott's kisses.
Scott leaned back on one elbow, releasing Julie's mouth. His left hand buried itself in the boy's hair, and his right began mercilessly tugging on the hair between his fingers. He rubbed the tiny clit as he pulled Julie's pussy hair. With a cry, Julie shot off suddenly, sending cum flowing across Scott's hand.
Smiling contentedly, Scott wiped his hand off on Julie's belly and rose to his feet. Julie watched him leave with despair and hatred in her eyes.
Banging the cell door shut behind him, Scott turned to Julie.
"By the way, we moved your friend. She's staying with Captain Coram now. I believe their having a lot of fun. Sergeant Collings visits a lot." Laughing at the expression on Julie's face, Scott left the cell block.
Julie gazed for a long time at the ceiling, not bothering to cover up her body. For one thing, it was too hot. The desert sun pounded down on the roof of the one-story building, quickly heating up every room. For another, she no longer gave a good, goddamn. She was slowly coming to the realization that Scott intended to keep her here, for as long as she suited his needs, and then would get rid of her.
Julie shivered. Just what would that entail? For she had no doubt that they did not intend for her to return to civilization, to tell the outside world just what they did here in their one-horse town, away from prying eyes.
She had to keep Scott sweet until she found a way out. And she suspected the longer she resisted, the longer she'd survive. Scott wanted the challenge of possessing her. Once he had that possession, Julie would become boring, just another piece of ass. Julie did not intend to allow that to happen.
Her very indifference was what was going to save her. Once let her guard down, and she was lost. So thinking, she drifted off once more to sleep, but her sleep was restless. She could not stop thinking about Cornell, even in her dreams.
* * * * *
Cornell was not afraid of Scott. His experiences in the white man's world had taught him much. He was, however, afraid of what his impetuous, younger brother might do, so he had sent him away.
After his words to Duke, the colonel and one of his officers had removed Cornell from the cell he'd been sharing with Julie. Cornell left without a fuss, for he didn't want to harm Julie, an innocent witness to all the enmity between the Africans and Colonel Scott.
Cornell sat on a piece of sacking in a cell in another part of the jail. No bunk for him, he thought in quiet amusement. Scott was having a field day with him. However, it couldn't last forever. Cornell's lawyer was one of the top men in the state, and a white man, and they wouldn't be able to deny him access to his client. And then, what a story there would be to tell. Cornell leaned his head against the wall and daydreamed about Scott's downfall.
Into his pleasant daydreams drifted thoughts of the girl he'd had last night. Julie. What a sweet name, and what a sweet body. Cornell suspected when one got beyond that iron reserve there was a real wildcat waiting. The quiet ones were usually the most passionate.
He shifted, and his hand unconsciously went to his crotch. He rubbed his big penis while thinking about Julie. He wanted her again, wanted to feel that wet, warm mouth, those soft round tits, and that hot, tight box. He groaned in frustration.
Cornell's ever alert ears heard Scott before he saw him. His hand dropped away from his loins, but he remained where he was, not looking up when the colonel stopped outside his cell door.
"Well," said Scott, softly. "Have we cowed the yellow-bellied half-breed yet?"
Cornell shot him a look from half closed eyes, but said nothing. Scott laughed.
"Sounded like you had yourself a real good time last night," he continued. Still, Cornell said nothing, but his heart began beating faster. Scott watched him. Neither spoke, but there was a world of things unsaid.
"Cornell," said Scott at last, "it appears we have to move you yet again."
"Oh?" inquired Cornell, though he couldn't have cared less.
"Yes, indeedy. Can't have what happened last night happening again. It's immoral, and, it's illegal." Scott laughed.
"Has my lawyer called you yet?" Cornell asked.
"No, nobody's come looking for you, half-breed. If you want my opinion-not that you probably do-they aren't going to come looking for you." Now Scott glared at Cornell venomously.
Cornell said nothing more, and after a few minutes, Scott left again. Why they were going to move him again, Cornell could only speculate.
He supposed that his little brother may have stirred up more trouble after he left last night, or that Scott was afraid of potential trouble from that quarter. But he thought the real reason lay in what he and the beautiful girl had done last night. Scott wanted Julie for himself, and things had not worked out the way he'd expected. Julie had not been appalled by Cornell's actions; she'd been wildly excited and a very willing partner once all was said and done.
No, mused Cornell, Scott was probably not at all pleased with the way things had worked out. Serve him right, the bastard. Cornell grinned. He threw his head back and emitted a long, drawn-out howl of laughter.
* * * * *
Julie's lips were drawn back in a snarl. She stood, spread-eagle, hands above her head, legs wide apart. Collings had come in and handcuffed the girl again, attaching the other half of each pair to one of the bars of Julie's cell. He had lingered for a few moments, running his hands over Julie's once again naked body. Julie trembled, but said nothing, forcing her eyes to remain open and her face impassive.
Scott now stood before her, smiling faintly. He'd pulled Julie forward for better access and now reached between the bars, gently stroking her pussy lips between his fingers. Unfortunately unable to control that part of her body, no matter how hard she tried, Julie was getting quite excited. Scott stroked harder.
Julie moaned. Her body began moving as her pussy thrust itself against Scott's hand. Scott cupped Julie's left breast in his other hand and squeezed gently. Sweat broke out on Julie's brow.
Scott jerked his head. Out of the shadows stepped a blond youth, eighteen years old at most, a vacant look on his otherwise pretty face. At a nod from Scott, this boy dropped to his knees in front of Julie.
Julie gasped. A pair of soft lips wrapped themselves around the head of her clit and began sucking. She moaned and tried to pull back, but the boy caught hold of Julie's pubic hair and held her in place. He took the tip of Julie's clit into his mouth and began licking his tongue up and down the shaft and over the head.
The boy's other hand crept around behind Julie and began stroking her ass. Julie's breath came quicker as the boy's fingers probed her asscrack. The mouth and tongue never stopped, and soon Julie's mini-cock was hard as a rock inside that wet, velvety mouth.
"Good boy, Fergus," Scott said approvingly. The boy wriggled all over, like a puppy that hears a word of praise from its master, and opened his mouth wider. Most of Julie's cunt felt like it was being engulfed, and Julie groaned.
She was pressed tightly against the bars now, her nipples hard and erect, her cunt and tits throbbing. Festus chose this time to slide one finger up Julie's ass-hole. Julie yelped and rubbed her pussy wildly against the willing, waiting mouth.
Festus tickled and stroked Julie's outer lips, licking his tongue along the length of Julie's hard clitoral shaft. The tip of his tongue probed into the opening of her throbbing pussy, causing the young woman above him to moan louder.
Scott watched all this, a satisfied smile on his face. He reached forward idly and pinched one of Julie's nipples between his fingers. Julie, who had closed her eyes, opened them again and regarded the colonel with loathing. Unperturbed, Scott continued abusing the tender nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it, pinching it, jerking it up and down.
Julie's breath whistled in and out between her clenched teeth. Her hips jerked forward spasmodically with the rhythm of the boy's mouth, and the surprisingly long and thick finger probing her ass-hole.
Scott let go of Julie's nipple. Striding to the door, he opened it and called out to Collings. Immediately, the Sergeant stepped into the corridor. Without a word, Scott jerked his head in Julie's direction. Licking his lips, Collings unlocked the cell door and stepped inside.
He stood directly behind the young woman. Julie heard the sound of Collings' zipper being run down, and her body tensed. However, the mouth around her clit now began moving more frenetically, taking her mind off other things. Her hips moved faster, thrusting all of her cunt against Fergus' mouth, banging her hips against the iron bars.
Fergus removed his finger. Collings positioned himself behind Julie and grasped the young woman's ass-cheeks firmly in either hand. He slowly parted them, and aimed his large, throbbing member at the tender, puckered ass-hole.
Grasping his hard shaft in one hand, Collings pushed his head against Julie's bum hole. It resisted for a moment, then Collings shoved. Julie cried out as the big cock glided in and up her ass.
Collings forced his cock up as far as he could, ignoring Julie's cries of pain and anger. He put his hands on Julie's hips and began thrusting in and out, pulling back almost all the way, and then shoving his penis back up each time.
Julie could not hold back. The hard cock ramming into her ass coupled with the skilled mouth wrapped around her clitoris was too much for her. Her body tensed, and her muscles tightened. She ground her teeth together as her cunt spilled load after load of her sweet nectar into the mouth of the blonde boy on his knees to her.
Scott was grinning broadly now. He stood directly in front of Julie, above Fergus, both hands now on Julie's nipples. He twisted and caressed them, making Julie cry out once again, and send another river of cum into Fergus' willing mouth.
"All right," said Scott, stepping back. Collings, with a disgruntled look, disengaged from the hot ass. He zipped up and left the cell without a backward look.
Fergus backed away, but remained on his knees. Scott looked down at him almost tenderly, then his eyes snapped back up to Julie's face.
Julie returned his look aloofly. Although she was sweating, and juice still dripped from her pussy, she appeared unmoved by the events of the last fifteen minutes. Scott, annoyed, reached forward and slapped the full breasts pushing through the cell bars.
The young woman did not flinch, nor attempt to recoil. She simply continued standing impassively, her gaze directed at a spot somewhere over Scott's shoulder.
"You'll feel something yet, you little bitch," Scott whispered softly. "I'll see to that." He grasped Fergus by the hair and pulled him to his feet. The boy stumbled along behind the colonel, his hands ineffectually trying to release the grip on his long, flowing hair.
Julie, alone, closed her eyes. Her body wanted to sag against the restraints holding it, but she would not allow it. She was learning, slowly but surely, that her body was a weapon, and she would use it to its fullest. So, it must not be allowed to go soft. She remained taut and hard, waiting for one of her captors to come release her.
* * * * *
Hot coffee and bacon. The most delicious smells in the world. Tara opened her eyes cautiously. She lay in the big bed in the loft, alone. For a moment she felt disappointment. She would never admit it to anyone but herself, but she wanted that big African to come make love to her.
The moment passed, and Tara felt relief that nothing had been required of her, after all. Sitting up, she took stock of the situation.
There was no sound from the house, but outside she could hear someone whistling. It must be Duke. Tara clambered out of bed and went to the bathroom.
A long, hot shower made her feel much better. She casually wrapped herself in the long, white terry cloth robe she'd found in the bathroom, and descended the steps from the loft to the living room.
A quick scan of the kitchen revealed that the coffee was not there. Returning to the living room, Tara noticed something she'd been too out of it the night before to pay attention to. A deck ran three-quarters of the way around the outside of the cabin, facing out over the lake which lapped lazily at the shore.
"Boo," said a voice. Tara screamed and jumped. She whirled around. Duke stood behind her, grinning.
"I've always wanted to do that," he continued, ignoring Tara's outraged expression. "But nobody I know is that easy to sneak up on. You, white girl, now you're an easy target."
"Ta, very much," Tara sneered, wrapping the robe tighter around her.
"Coffee's outside, on the deck," Duke said, leading the girl out.
"Why not say thanks?" Duke asked, seating Tara across from him at a big pine table. Mugs of steaming coffee stood there, as well as plates of bacon, eggs and sweet rolls.
"Thanks," said Tara, squinting against the sun into Duke's eyes. Duke nodded gravely.
"Children have got to eat," he said. "I know that. I was one once, myself."
"I'm not a child. I'm twenty. And you?" snorted Tara. "You were born this way, I know it."
Duke grinned.
"I swear. First I was a baby, then I was a little boy, then-" Duke stopped. His face became grim, and a little frightening. Tara said nothing, picking up a roll and biting into it. She concentrated on the coffee (which was as delicious as it had smelled) and on her breakfast. Long moments went by.
"My name's Duke," Duke said, and Tara began laughing. "What's so funny?" the African asked.
"You already told me that," Tara replied. "Did you think I'd forget so soon?"
"I did," answered Duke simply. Tara kept her amused smile, but she was hurt.
"It's Tara," she said, pouring more coffee into her mug and gazing at the trees.
"Tara," said Duke, very softly. "Yeah, that's right. Tara." He was quiet for a few minutes, then suddenly slapped his hand down on the table, making the girl jump.
"Well, Tara, I'm gonna have to trust you," he said. Tara opened her eyes wide, but said nothing.
"I have to go into that one-horse town, and I can't risk taking you along. For one thing, you might slow me down. And for another, if the colonel or one of his trusty officers sees you, we're all in trouble."
"I don't understand," Tara complained. "You keep on talking about me as if I were a pawn in a chess game, or something. What's so special about me?"
"I'd like to find that out, myself," Duke said, his voice soft and low. Tara, blushing, looked away, but she was not displeased.
"There've been rumors about Colonel Scott and his command for a while. Rumors about a sort of white slavery they've got going, or something like that. I think you were next in line for that."
Tara looked fixedly at the trees and told Duke all that Scott and his two officers had done since they first pulled her and Julie in for trespassing. Duke listened in silence, but his face grew black as thunder.
When Tara had finished, silence continued to reign.
"So," Duke said at last, "they've already been having some of their fun."
"I think they were contemplating some more, but you and I between us thwarted that." Tara still would not look at Duke. She hadn't thought too much about what had happened to her before, but telling it to Duke had made her feel dirty and ashamed. The worst of it was that she'd enjoyed most of it while it was going on.
"I was going to use you," Duke continued. "I had a feeling that that was what Scott and company were up to, and I was going to use you to release Cornell. You know, a trade off. And I'd keep my mouth shut about what they did. But," he looked at the girl, who still regarded the pine trees with that deep fascination, "I can't do that, now."
"Why not?" asked Tara, her heart beating more rapidly.
Duke stood up and walked around the table. He pulled Tara to her feet and into his arms. His arms came around the girl and held her tightly while his mouth smothered Tara's in passionate kisses.
Tara opened her mouth, returning Duke's kisses fervently. Her hands frantically moved over Duke's body, caressing and rubbing, as if trying to prove he really was there.
Duke's hands parted the robe. It slid off Tara's shoulders and floated to the deck. Duke bent his head and clamped his lips around a nipple. Tara threw her head back and buried her hands in Duke's hair, holding his head to her breast.
Duke slowly dropped to his knees, kissing his way down the entire length of Tara's body. His mouth gently closed around Tara's clit and licked along her cleft.
Tara's body jolted with surprise and delight. Her hands gripped the edge of the table fiercely, to keep from falling over with astonishment as the African took Tara's clit into his mouth and began sucking it.
Tara wanted to protest, but didn't know how. It did not seem right that Duke was on his knees to Tara. She knew it should be the other way around. But this feeling was so good! Her hips began bucking as Duke's hot mouth gobbled up even more of Tara's flesh.
Duke slid a finger under Tara and began to probe the girl's pussy. Tara spread her legs a little wider. The finger slid into her hole, and Tara gasped. She thrust her cunt more wildly into Duke's mouth.
Another finger invaded her vagina. Tara's mouth was wide open now, and she moaned uncontrollably. Her clit was caught in a vise-grip, and there was no pulling away. One more finger slid into her twat, and she nearly lost her grip on the table as a hot flood of desire washed over her body.
Without warning, cum began spurting out of her cunt, flowing over Duke's hand. Some flowed into his mouth. Duke, without pause, swallowed it down, then gently released the still throbbing piece of flesh from his oral grasp.
Tara stood panting above him, her eyes shining. Duke slowly rose to his feet and turned the girl around. He bent her over the hard pine table, removing his fingers from her pussy. His hands gently parted the girl's pussy lips, and his penis strained against the fabric of his jeans.
Duke unzipped his blue jeans and pulled out his turgid, swollen penis. His fingers tenderly opened the girl's cunthole a little wider. His cockhead probed the tight opening then, without a word of warning, slid deep inside.
Tara cried out slightly, but began pushing her hips back at Duke, loving the feeling of the African's hard cock invading her cunt. Duke placed both hands on Tara's shoulders, and began thrusting deeply, with firm, steady strokes.
They fucked like that for a while, Tara grimacing as her lower body was rubbed against the rough planking of the pine table. Duke, sensing what was troubling her, paused, then pulled out. Tara made a sound, half of relief, half of regret. Duke grasped her and pulled her upright, then turned her around. Gently, he hoisted Tara onto the table, and began removing his clothing.
Duke ordered the girl to lie on her back and put her legs in the air. Protesting, Tara nonetheless did as she was told, a gleam in her eye.
Duke knelt between the girl's legs and grasped hold of his shaft. He guided it between Tara's pussy lips, holding them apart with one hand while he probed the tight hole with the head of his cock.
Tara gasped as the head slid in. She grasped her ankles and held her legs above her head to give Duke better access.
Hands on those sweet thighs, Duke slid his hard cock all the way in. Tara gave a gasping cry of pain and pleasure as the penis slid home. Duke had used no lubrication, but Tara didn't mind all that much. She loved the feeling of the big man holding her down, using her body. A tingling sensation started at the base of her spine, spreading all through her body. She moaned and let go of her legs.
Duke grasped Tara's legs and threw them over his shoulders. He began pumping into the tight space, grunting as Tara squeezed her vaginal muscles around Duke's hard shaft.
Duke loomed over Tara, his hands firmly grasping the girl's hips. Tara's hands rested lightly on her African god's shoulders, neither hindering nor helping, just stroking.
They fell into a natural rhythm, Tara's hips rising and falling with Duke's strokes. Duke was grunting and gasping with pleasure at the touch of Tara's hands. Each time the girl touched him, his penis seemed to respond by swelling a little larger.
Duke slowed down and looked at Tara's clit, visible in the nest of hair because of its swelling.
He now began stroking it while still fucking the girl under him, his hips moving forward and back of their own volition, continuing to fuck Tara, but without the ferocity of before.
Tara cried out as the feeling from her vaginal tract seemed to spread out to encompass the rest of her body as well. She gasped as Duke continued pumping his hard penis, bringing her to the edge of orgasm.
As abruptly as he had started, Duke left off, leaving Tara gasping and moaning in dismay. With renewed vigor, Duke again began pounding his hard cock up inside Tara's love canal.
"Oh, Christ," moaned Tara, as she felt Duke's cock swell ever larger. Duke's face was red, and sweat dripped from his body onto Tara's. Hands under Tara's body, he rammed furiously against the girl's uterus, feeling his balls drawing up in preparation to shoot a huge load of cum into the hot twat he was fucking.
"Ah, ah, ah!" cried Duke, as the cum burst out of his penis. Tara too cried out, feeling the hot jism filling her pussy and flowing out again.
With a groan, Duke collapsed on top of Tara, kissing the young woman fervently.
"Great," gasped Tara. "Even better when I can breathe."
"I'm so sorry," said Duke, rolling off Tara to sit beside her on the table. His hands continued to roam over Tara's body, stroking and playing, teasing her taut nipples and toying with her pubic hair.
"You know what I want," he whispered to Tara.
"I don't want to," Tara whispered back, her eyes closed. She felt the large, hairy hand come down on her thigh. Her tender flesh was squeezed between Duke's fingers.
Hesitantly, Tara put her hand on her clit and began rubbing up and down.
"With feeling," whispered Duke, menacingly.
Tara began stroking harder, her eyes still closed.
Duke bent his head and took Tara's left nipple in his mouth. Gently, he bit down, hearing the girl's indrawn gasp of pain. He began sucking on the hard nipple, enjoying the sounds Tara was making.
Tara's hand moved more quickly over her clit. What she wanted above all at this point was Duke's hard cock inside her again, but she knew that was not possible. Fingers would do. She opened one eye and looked at Duke.
Grinning as he sensed what it was she wanted, Duke stroked his hand down between Tara's thighs. His fingers probed her pussy and then slid past to probe into the tight bum hole. He felt the cum still oozing out of Tara's cunt. That made it easier for him to slide two of his fingers in her ass.
Tara grunted as the fingers slid into her ass. She pulled more furiously at her clit. The fingers of her other hand moved over her own chest, stroking first one nipple then the other, pinching them into very hard, erect nubs.
Duke's other hand cupped Tara's pussy, pushing against the girl's pelvis. Moaning, Tara rubbed her clitoris, hard.
Her eyes flew open as the force of her orgasm hit her. She sent a stream of clear juice into the air, from whence it fell back onto her pussy and legs.
Laughing, Duke lay back down, using the corner of Tara's robe to wipe off her thighs, where most of the cum had splashed down.
"I'm sorry," Tara said in a subdued voice.
"Don't be. I'm not," chuckled Duke. "I like to see my girl enjoy herself."
They relaxed, Tara lying in Duke's arms. She felt so safe and warm. She murmured and sat up, facing Duke. Her hands moved tenderly over Duke's face, the fingers memorizing his features.
"Okay, baby, I need a shower, then I need to run into town, and see how Cornell's doing. You'll be alright by yourself?" Duke's concern touched Tara deeply. She'd not had anyone care about her in such a long time. She grinned shyly.
"I'll only open the door to red men," she replied.
"Oh no, half the tribe will be here." Duke grinned and got up off the table.
"You know," said Tara, "I didn't think Africans or Indians were ever gay."
"It's not wildly popular," Duke admitted, with a bitter smile. "Sometimes, you have to shove it down people's throats."
"Sounds good to me," Tara said, her smile broad.
"Slut," Duke said, but he was smiling back. He went into the cabin to get clean and dressed, and Tara sat on the deck, smiling bemusedly to herself, mentally rubbing her sore parts.
V
"What do you mean he's not here?" Duke's eyes snapped with anger. Scott leaned back in his chair easily and regarded the African youth with a sneer.
"We had to move him, this morning. He was getting extremely hard to handle, too much for our poor facilities here."
Duke moved closer, till he stood a mere foot from Scott's chair.
"I'm warning you, Scott," he hissed. "Get my brother out here, now."
Scott shot up out his chair so abruptly that it fell over backwards. Duke held his ground, and the two men stood inches away from each other.
"Are you threatening me, nigger?" Scott asked, his eyes narrowed. Fire flashed in the young African's eyes.
"Call it what you like," Duke growled back. "You have no right to keep my brother here, like this. His bail was paid yesterday; he's a free man."
"Not until I see justice done!" Scott shouted. He and Duke glared at each other: Impasse. Then Scott began laughing.
The laugh did it. Duke swung at Scott, who ducked, and in a moment they were rolling on the floor, punching and grappling with each other. Collings and Coram, who'd listened to the exchange with sneers identical to their boss's, now rose to their feet and regarded the battling men uncertainly.
Duke might have won out, but Coram and Collings took decisive action, stepping between the two men rolling in the dust and grasping the African youth by the arms. They pulled him, struggling valiantly, to his feet, and Scott drove his fist into Duke's face with some force. Duke slumped between the two officers.
"Throw him in a cell," Scott said, disgustedly. He wiped the back of his hand across his face. His lip was cut. He went to the small sink in the back of the office and washed his face. Then, his composure regained, he went to visit the object of his fascination, Julie.
Julie stood at the door of her cell, watching Collings and Coram handle Duke. Collings had released Julie from her bondage some hours earlier, and she had spent the intervening time honing her plans.
She'd decided that this was fruitless, all this playing along with Scott. She had to somehow get the colonel to release her, so that she could get out of this dump, find Tara, and get them back on their way.
However, some playacting would still have to be done, if she was to get out of this cell. She would have to convince the colonel that she was dying for an opportunity to be alone with him, outside of this stifling prison atmosphere. She didn't think it would be too hard. Scott seemed to be waiting for Julie to break down and beg to be fucked. So, give him what he wanted, and she'd get out. The rest would be up to her.
Scott stood beside Julie's cell, ostensibly watching Collings and Coram, but eying the girl with concealed interest. There was something different about Julie this afternoon. He couldn't figure it out, but something had changed.
"So, you found another one," Julie suddenly commented, voluntarily breaking the silence. Her look at Scott was almost friendly, and Scott found himself wondering if she was feeling lonely.
"They like to disturb the peace, fucking Africans," Scott said, more to bother Duke than in answer to Julie's question. But Julie didn't mind. She didn't really care who Duke was or why he was there. Her objective now was her own release.
It wouldn't do to be too obvious. So she turned away and sat on her bunk again, contemplating the blue sky outside her barred window.
Scott leaned against the bars and looked into Julie's cell. Yes, the girl definitely looked lonely. Scott began to smile. Tonight was the night.
"Well, Running River, or whatever the hell they call you, maybe Run-on Mouth, I hope you find the accommodations quite pleasant," Scott called to Duke. Duke, still muzzy, shook his head and stared around.
"I want my lawyer," he said in a low voice.
"What lawyer might that be?" asked Scott.
Duke turned away and went to the window. Scott watched him, an amused smile on his lips. He turned back to Julie.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Yes," replied the girl, a bit surprised. Scott never seemed to bother himself about Julie's creature comforts; he must have something in mind.
Julie rose to her feet and approached the cell door again.
"May I ask you something?" she enquired of Scott. Scott raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.
"Can you really get into trouble if you don't let him call his lawyer?" Scott frowned, angrily.
"He's got nothing to do with you," he muttered. "What do you care?" Now Julie smiled.
"I wouldn't want you to get in trouble, that's all." She dropped her eyes embarrassedly, and cleared her throat. One hand reached through the bars and lightly caressed Scott's shirt sleeve.
Scott started, but he was not proof against such a display of affection and longing. His hand closed over the hand on his arm, and he smiled. His lustful eyes roamed over Julie's body, and Julie tried to draw away, but not very hard.
"I think you should have dinner with me tonight," Scott said. "We need to talk over your situation here."
Julie nodded, shyly. She pulled her hand free and walked over to the window again, not looking at Scott. Scott grinned and left, taunting Duke as he went.
"You must be Tara's friend." A voice behind her made Julie turn around. The young African, handsome despite his swollen jaw, was looking at her quite fiercely.
"Perhaps," Julie said, cautiously.
Duke grinned, without mirth.
"You are. You wouldn't be here, otherwise. Tara told me about your arrest and the subsequent results." The African stopped speaking abruptly.
"Is Tara alright?" Julie asked, her voice low. Duke nodded.
"She was when I left this morning. Now, here I am, just as Cornell predicted. Too hot-headed, he's always said." Duke looked despairingly around his jail cell.
Julie's heart went out to him, but there wasn't much she could do. Something the African lad had said, though, triggered sudden, powerful, painful memories.
"Cornell?" she asked, holding her breath.
"My brother. They held him here for a day, and I came to get him, but they've already moved him. I lost my temper, and here I am."
So this was Cornell's brother. Julie regarded him with new interest. He was younger, and more handsome, but without Cornell's depth. Still, Julie felt herself drawn to this young African.
They introduced themselves. Duke still regarded Julie somewhat suspiciously, but that didn't stop them from talking. Julie told Duke that Cornell had been well when she'd last seen her, but omitted the fact that they'd slept together.
Hours went by. Duke grew silent and morose, and withdrew to himself. Sighing, Julie sat once more on her bunk and prepared herself for this evening's encounter. One-on-one with Scott. The prospect filled her with dismay and dread, but it could not be helped.
Now, anyway, she knew where Tara was. Duke had told her, urging her, if she got out, to get Tara at once. He himself had no idea how long he'd be incarcerated, but when he got out of here, there was going to be war.
Julie got to her feet as the corridor door opened. Scott stood there, limned against the light from the corridor beyond.
He slowly approached Julie's cell and unlocked the door. He handcuffed Julie's wrists behind her back and marched her out of the cell, outside to his Land Rover which was waiting in the back.
* * * * *
Tara shrieked with fright as a large hand descended on her bare buttocks. She rolled quickly over and regarded the interloper with fear changing to puzzlement as she looked into Cornell's face.
"Who are you?" Cornell asked, breaking the silence first. Tara shook her head, momentarily unable to speak.
"You're not?" Cornell went on. "Not what? Not who?"
"I'm Tara," the girl gasped, defensively clutching her knees to her chest. Cornell gazed at him, then his eyes traveled down the slender body, coming to rest on Tara's pussy, exposed to his gaze. Tara reached for the sheet, but Cornell pulled it gently out of her grasp.
"No, please don't," Tara begged, as Cornell put a hard hand on her thigh. "I-I belong to someone."
"Oh yes?" Cornell said, laughter in his voice. "Who?"
"Your brother," Tara answered, and cringed away from the sudden roar of laughter that followed her words.
"Indeed," said Cornell, his hand returning to Tara's thigh. "Well then, he won't mind. We share everything."
"No, don't," pleaded Tara, but she may as well have held her breath. Her legs were thrown over Cornell's shoulders, her wrists captured in one large hand and held above her head. Cornell unzipped his jeans quickly and pulled out his penis.
Even in her dismay and fear, Tara could see that this penis was even bigger than Duke's. She struggled wildly against the hand that held her and the legs that pressed her body to the bed, but to no avail.
Her ankles were firmly grasped, Cornell having let go of her wrists to do so. Her legs were spread far apart, and she felt the tip of Cornell's cock probing her ass-hole. NO! she screamed silently, then gave a wild yelp of pain and terror as the penis entered her ass.
Cornell let go of her ankles and put his hands on Tara's ass-cheeks, pulling them wider apart so as to force more of his massive prick up inside the girl's ass.
Tara moaned, sweat breaking out all over her body. Her hands came up to beat against Cornell, and instead clasped themselves around the African's neck, drawing Cornell down on top of her. Her legs came up around Cornell's waist and locked together. Tara began grinding her pelvis up against Cornell's.
It was Cornell's turn to sweat and groan. What had started out as rape was rapidly turning into his own downfall as the girl maneuvered Cornell's cock with her well-skilled body. Cornell's hands began pinching Tara's ass, seeking to punish her for her boldness.
Tara cried and squirmed as Cornell pinched her. Cornell, lost in lust, placed both hands on Tara's slender hips and thrust deeply in. Tara clutched Cornell closer and pumped against him.
Their bodies moved together, like two well-oiled machines. Tara matched her thrusts with Cornell's, rising up to meet the throbbing penis as it forced its way further into her tight ass-hole.
Cornell's body dripped its sweat down onto Tara. Tara breathed in the pungent man-scent and her clit started to harden. Soon, it rubbed between their bodies. Cornell, becoming aware of the tiny lump of flesh swelling, slowed down to put a hand on it.
He wrapped his fingers around it. His cock plunged deeper into Tara as he began pumping the little love button under his hand.
Tara gave a faint cry and fell back as cum gushed out over Cornell's hand. It ran down over Tara's ass-cheeks. Cornell let go of Tara's clit and once again grasped the slender hips in his hands. He began thrusting deeply in, his face a mask of concentrated lust.
Tara's sphincter muscles closed spasmodically around the huge penis invading her. Her hands clutched at Cornell's hair as the African fucked her harder. She gasped as Cornell delivered two more deep, painful thrusts, and felt the sudden spurt of cum deep inside her bowels. Despite her pain and tears, Tara smiled.
Cornell saw the smile and collapsed, groaning, on top of the girl's body. His cock slowly deflated and slid out of Tara's anus, and Cornell rolled over to lie beside her on the big bed.
"What was your name?" he asked.
"Tara," she whispered.
"Tara. You've got a great body, Tara. A great ass. Very intelligent." Tara saw that Cornell was drifting off to sleep and started to close her own eyes. A thought made her sit up again.
"Where's Duke?" she asked, her voice suddenly tight with concern.
"I thought you'd tell me." Cornell opened one eye and regarded the girl. There was real tension there now.
"He went to get you," Tara said, beginning to tremble. "Why isn't he with you?"
"I didn't see him," Cornell said slowly. "My lawyer came and got me at ten o'clock this morning. Against all odds, I must say. When did Duke go into town?"
"Around eleven," Tara said, her voice shaking.
Cornell rose without another word and pulled back on the clothing he'd divested himself of after their fuck-fest. Tara watched him for a moment, then also began dressing.
"What do you think you're doing?" Cornell asked, watching her.
"I'm going with you,"Tara told him, ignoring the man's frown. "If Duke's in some kind of trouble, I want to help."
"Touching, but impractical," Cornell said. "I can't take you with me, and if you go alone, you'll get in trouble. No, Tara, stay here."
"I can't," Tara pleaded. "I'll go crazy. I won't get in your way, I promise. But I've got to be with Duke."
Cornell regarded her in silence for a few minutes, then shrugged. If she was determined to come, then his trying to stop her would only lead to more trouble, and more time lost.
They finished dressing in silence, and Cornell led the way out of the house. Tara looked around for a car.
"How do we get there?" she asked.
"We walk."
"Walk ? " Tara's voice squeaked up another note.
"Yes, woman, we walk." Cornell's voice was amused, but taut with tension. He set off, not up the road, but through the trees. Tara had no choice but to follow.
It was not a noiseless progression, although Tara was as careful as she knew how to be. Cornell many times stopped and shook his head at the girl. Tara didn't care; she thought it was all so much melodrama anyway. Since Cornell was now free, why didn't he just walk into that stockade and demand his brother back? That's what Duke had done, after all.
Duke. Just thinking about him made Tara tingle. She hoped Duke would never have to know about what she and Cornell had done. Tara had fallen for Duke in a big way, and didn't want to hurt him. More than that, she didn't want Duke to dismiss her. Tara wanted to curl up in those big, strong arms and stay there for eternity.
* * * * *
Julie was crouched on her knees beside a big, mahogany dining table. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back. Her ankles had been shackled, and the handcuffs attached to these.
Colonel Scott came back into the dining room, carrying a bottle of beer. He sat down on the chair near Julie and took a swallow of the beer, then offered it to Julie. Julie turned her head away, but Scott grasped a handful of hair and turned the girl back to face him. He placed the bottle against Julie's lips and tilted her blonde head back. He tipped the bottle up, pouring the golden liquid into Julie's mouth. Julie swallowed convulsively, choking and grimacing. She hated beer.
Scott laughed and drank down the rest of the beer. He looked at Julie, then contemplated the beer bottle. A wicked smile illuminated his hard face.
Julie was bent forward, her head almost touching the floor. She had no support in front of her, and had to tighten all her muscles to keep from falling on her face. She felt hands spreading her vaginal lips and her body tensed more.
The smooth top of the beer bottle slid into Julie's pussy. Scott grasped the bottom of the bottle and shoved it home, making the girl cry out.
Scott took hold of one of Julie's hands and forced it to grasp hold of the beer bottle. Julie groaned when she felt how much of it was up inside her twat. Scott began moving Julie's hand, forcing the girl to fuck herself with the beer bottle.
Julie gritted her teeth. The pain of the bottle was intense, but no longer unbearable. Her hand moved as little as possible. However, her pussy throbbed more as the bottle invaded her private recesses.
Scott abruptly let go of Julie and rose to his feet. He went to the kitchen to get dinner. Returning to the dining room, he placed a large plate on the table and sat down again. He'd also brought a bottle of wine and a glass with him. Opening the wine, he poured it out and held the glass to Julie's lips.
Not wishing to have to choke again, Julie sipped the wine, and felt a little better. The beer bottle slid out of her pussy with a little manuevering on her part, but Scott never noticed. He began slicing his steak.
He offered a bite to Julie, then took a piece himself. And so dinner went, Scott taking several mouthfuls, then feeding Julie from his plate. Julie writhed at the humiliation of it.
Interspersed with bites of food, Scott gave Julie wine. Julie greedily drank as much as she could, forgetting in the process all her plans for escape. Now she just wanted oblivion.
Dinner was finished. Scott tossed off the rest of the wine and again rose from the table. He grabbed Julie by the arm and dragged her into the next room. Julie yelled as the carpets rubbed her knees raw, but Scott paid no attention.
The colonel sat on a sofa, Julie on the floor in front of him. Slowly, he unzipped his uniform trousers. His hard cock popped free, waving in front of Julie's face.
Julie leaned forward and took the cock in her mouth. Scott grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the girl forward. Julie took in more cock, feeling Scott's head already banging against the back of her throat. Her head began moving with a rhythmic bobbing motion.
Scott let go of Julie's hair and leaned back, hands behind his head. He'd been right. The girl was a dick-slut. A dick-pig. He'd suspected it, despite the holier-than-thou, touch me not appearance that Julie always had.
Julie, hands behind her back, cunt throbbing with pent-up blood desire, felt a flush of heat wash over her body. She'd never felt so slutty, so submissive. This man was in a position to do anything to her body, and while the thought excited some fear, it also drove Julie wild with lust. Her nipples were hard, her clit was hard, her whole body quivered with anticipation. Her head moved faster, and her throat opened up to take down more of Scott's penis.
Scott thought about stopping Julie; he wanted so much more than just a blow-job. Then he shrugged. The night was young, the girl was his. He had a lot of time. He began thrusting his penis into Julie's mouth, feeling his balls drawing up against his body, filling with their burden of hot cum.
He looked down at the girl on her knees in front of him, and the pent-up cum gushed from his swollen cock, bathing Julie's tonsils and throat in a hot, creamy liquid. His body jerked as the cum jolted from his body, again and again.
At last, Scott pushed her away, gasping. Julie sat back on her heels, head bowed submissively.
Scott fished in his pocket for keys and unlocked both sets of cuffs. Julie rubbed her sore wrists and ankles, looking up at Scott with surprise and suspicion.
"Bring yourself off," Scott suddenly commanded. Startled, Julie put a hand on her throbbing pussy and began rubbing. Her humiliation was intense. Bad enough to come in front of anyone, but to have to make herself do it was the ultimate embarrassment.
Scott again grasped a handful of hair and pulled Julie into his lap.
"Jerk off, slut," he whispered harshly into the girl's ear. Julie's eyes closed and her hand began moving more quickly over her pussy and clit. Her left hand slid down and cupped her own cunt lips.
"Come on, you slut," Scott was saying. Whimpering now, Julie rubbed harder, her hand sliding ever faster up and down.
Scott slapped a hand against Julie's thigh. The girl jumped and stroked harder. Scott pushed Julie's hand away abruptly and slapped her pussy, hard.
Julie shouted in surprise and pain, and Scott began jerking her off furiously, his hand relentlessly stroking her clit with fast, hard movements.
Julie gave a cry and fell back against Scott's chest as juice spurted from her cunt, flowing onto Scott's thighs and his uniform.
"Bad girl," whispered Scott. He quickly rolled Julie onto her belly across his lap.
"What do you mean?" asked Julie frantically. She struggled to no avail.
"Bad girl," whispered Scott again. "Ruining Daddy's uniform. You need to be punished."
"No," protested Julie, kicking her feet and slapping at Scott with her hands. Scott caught the girl's hands in one of his and suddenly brought the other hand down hard across Julie's ass.
A yelp of pain broke from Julie's lips. The hand came down again. Julie cried out again and struggled harder. But the harder she struggled, the harder the hand came down, punishing her every cry with a stinging spank.
Julie gave up fighting and lay still across Scott's lap, and still the hand came down. Only when Julie's ass was a bright red, and the girl was quietly crying, did Scott stop.
He felt her pusst throbbing against his thigh again and grinned. Well, well. Wetting the index finger of his right hand, he slid it into her tight ass.
Julie again cried out, this time with surprise and joy. Her muscles closed tightly around the finger and began squeezing it while her cunt pressed hard against Scott's thigh.
Scott slid another finger into Julie's tight ass-hole. He let go of Julie's wrists and, sliding his hand under her body, closed its fingers around the hard, pea-shaped nub of flesh throbbing against his leg.
Julie pushed back with her hips, trying to get more of the fingers inside her. Her pussy rubbed against Scott's leg as Scott moved his hand back and forth along the shaft.
"You're a slut," Scott whispered in Julie's ear. In answer, Julie raised her ass slightly. Scott grinned and thrust his fingers in deeper.
"I want you to come, little girl. Come for Daddy."
"Oh, ah, oh Christ," gasped Julie. Her pussy throbbed and pounded, and orgasm was near. Scott's fingers thrust repeatedly into the tight ass-hole they were buried deep in, and his hand moved quickly and fiercely over the girl's hard clitoris.
"Oh God, I'm gonna come," howled Julie. Scott stopped what he was doing immediately.
"Oh Christ. Oh Scott, please," begged Julie, forgetting that she hated and feared this man. Her hips bucked back and forth frantically, and her clit pressed into Scott's palm.
"What do you say?" Scott whispered.
"Please may I?" panted Julie.
"Please may I what?" asked Scott.
"Please may I come?"
"Please may I come, what?"
"Please may I come, sir?"
"Nope. Wrong. Try again."
"Scott, for Christ's sake, I've got to come."
"Say the right words," Scott said roughly. One finger moved abruptly, painfully, to give emphasis to his words.
Julie thought frantically. It was so hard to concentrate. Her clit was crying out for attention; all it would take to push her over the edge was just another slight stroke or two. She tried to rub against Scott's hand, but Scott pulled slightly away.
"Daddy!" Julie suddenly shouted. "Please may I come, Daddy?"
Scott stroked the girl's clit furiously, plunging his fingers deeper into her ass. With a shout of joy and release, Julie came.
Afterwards, Scott helped Julie stand up and escorted her to the bathroom. He insisted on staying and watching Julie pee. Watching her, Scott had an idea.
He pulled Julie back and himself sat on the toilet, first unzipping and pushing his pants down to his ankles. Julie, grasping without too much trouble what he was after, leaned forward. Her mouth opened, and she took Scott's cock in his mouth.
"Aah, God," sighed Scott. He leaned back, propping one leg up on the tub.
Julie licked and sucked, her tongue and teeth grazing over the long, thick shaft. Scott slid his ass a little further forward. This gave Julie access she didn't anticipate.
She slowly licked down the shaft and sucked Scott's balls into her mouth. She nibbled on them a little, then licked along under them and along the crack of Scott's ass. Her tongue suddenly darted into Scott's ass-hole, and the colonel gasped.
Scott reached for Julie and pulled her head closer. Julie grasped Scott's hard shaft in her hand and began jerking him off as she probed the musky ass-hole with her tongue.
The colonel wanted more, but he wanted it on his terms. He pushed Julie away and stood up, pulling his pants over his raging hard-on. Then he led Julie to the bedroom and told her to lie face down on the bed.
Julie nervously complied with this order. Her ass-hole was throbbing, as well as her cunt.
Scott slowly removed his clothing. He knelt on the bed beside Julie.
"Get me harder," he whispered. Julie reached out a hand and began stroking. Scott moved closer. Julie leaned up on one elbow and began licking the hard shaft near her mouth. Scott moaned and his penis began to pound even more.
He put his hand on Julie's swollen clit and began rubbing. Julie longed to push the hand away, but did not dare. What the punishment would be for refusal of that sort she didn't want to speculate on.
Scott now rubbed his hand over Julie's ass, his fingers again probing that tight ass-hole. Despite her feelings, Julie began rubbing her pussy against the rough blanket on the bed.
"Whafcdo you want, Julie?" Scott whispered, his face close to Julie's. Julie shook her head, but Scott pressed for an answer.
"You want my hard prick in you, don't you, fuckpiece?" the colonel went on. Julie turned her face away, but her hips moved involuntarily against the mattress.
Scott pulled Julie's face back toward him by gripping a handful of hair. He slapped his turgid penis across Julie's face, delighting in the girl's expression and sudden gasp of rage.
"Yes, that's what baby girl wants. She wants Daddy to fuck her. But she has to say so. What do you say, cunt?"
"Go to hell," Julie said, slowly and distinctly, summoning up her courage.
Scott smiled unpleasantly and backed away slightly.
"Have you ever had a fist up your ass?" he asked.
Julie suddenly gulped and shook her head.
"Good. I like first times, too. You're gonna really enjoy this, slut." Scott disappeared into the bathroom, giving Julie time to think about grabbing some clothes, any clothes, and lighting out. Before she could suit the thought to actions, Scott was back.
He carried a tube of something, K-Y jelly was Julie's guess. He also had a towel draped over his arm, and something smaller. A washcloth.
"Put this under your ass, and put this in your mouth." Scott handed over first the towel and then the washcloth. He looked down at Julie.
"On second thought, roll over onto your belly."
Julie did, trembling with fear and anticipation. Scott placed the towel where he wanted it, then, reaching under Julie, pulled her ass higher into the air.
His hand on Julie's thigh, Scott parted the girl's ass-cheeks. He smeared a gob of the K-Y jelly around Julie's ass-hole and inserted a finger. Julie gasped.
Scott had big fingers, as she'd already discovered.
Scott applied the jelly to his whole hand, then slid another finger into Julie's ass. His third finger slid in, and Julie bit down on the washcloth. How was it going to be when the whole fist went in? Her mind refused to think about it, but her body began to heat up again.
The fourth finger slid in, stretching the hole. Scott withdrew all four fingers and made a fist. Holding Julie's ass-hole open with the fingers of his left hand, he slid his right fist and wrist into the tight opening.
Julie shouted into the washcloth between her teeth. Her ass was being torn apart, she knew it. The feeling intensified, then suddenly subsided. The fist had slid past the sphincter muscles and now lay buried in Julie's rectum.
Scott began moving his arm back and forth. His fist moved very little inside Julie's ass, but Julie felt each tiny change. Her whole body felt flushed and hot. Her pussy was growing wetter and hotter, and her nipples stood erect, pressing stiffly against the blanket she lay on, rubbing against it.
Grinning, Scott now began moving his fist inside Julie. Back and forth it slid, drawing gasps and moans from the girl. Scott pushed in a little further.
"No, no, oh God, no," cried Julie.
"Big baby. I've only got, let's see," Scott paused, then reached for one of Julie's hands. "Here, feel how much."
Julie gingerly slid her hand back to her ass and tried to feel for Scott's wrist. Her hand moved along her own ass, finally bumping into-oh God, Scott had half his forearm buried inside her!
Julie's face was buried in the pillows. She felt her cunt swelling puffier at the feeling of the fist probing ever deeper into her rectum. Pinned as she was, it was impossible for her to move, yet her hips were jerked back and forth by the movement of the fist in her ass.
Scott now began fist-fucking the girl in earnest. His face was a mask of concentration as he felt his way along the tight anal tract. His penis was rock-hard, and he clasped his other hand around it.
Julie let out a slight screech as Scott's fist moved deeper inside. Her pussy ached, and she longed to fill it with something, but Scott, divining her need, grabbed a fistful of hair and said she could only come when told to. No fulfillment for her until he was ready to grant it. Julie began to tingle all over. She felt, at this moment, that she needed someone like Scott in her life.
The fist now moved faster, and Julie felt herself coming close to the edge. She spat the washcloth out of her mouth.
"Please, may I come?" she gasped.
Scott abruptly stopped what he was doing. Julie moaned. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily.
"Did I say you could?" growled Scott.
"No, sir," answered Julie. Her voice trembled.
"Then you'd better not," Scott told her, and began fist-fucking her again. Julie groaned and ground her teeth. Her pussy was insistent. If something wasn't done, she was going to come anyway.
Too late! Her nectar poured out of his pussy, spilling onto the towel beneath her. She bit her lip and tried not to cry as the fist punished her, thrusting harder and faster into her bowels.
"Fuck-cunt. I'll teach you to come without permission," Scott growled through tightly clenched teeth. His arm drove his fist with new fury, drawing cries from Julie.
Julie felt something give inside her. Her legs trembled and she knew they would collapse soon. Her heart and mind were in a whirl. Julie was in lust.
Scott delivered a few last, wild thrusts, then knelt, panting, behind Julie. Slowly, he withdrew his fist from Julie's ass. A little blood was mixed with the jelly still coating Scott's fist.
He rose and went to the bathroom to wash his hand and arm. Returning, he knelt directly behind Julie, placing his hands on the girl's ass-cheeks.
"Well?" he asked. But Julie, still writhing from the devastating fist-fucking, was incapable of answering. Scott chuckled.
"Do you want me? he asked. He bent forward.
"Yes," he heard, the slightest whisper.
"Then what do you say?"
"Please," said the tiny voice.
I'll
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, Daddy."
"Up the ass?"
"Yes, Daddy, up the ass."
"Louder."
"Please fuck me up the ass, Daddy!"
Scott reared up and, without warning, plunged his hard cock into Julie's ass.
Julie yelped in surprise. Her fingers dug into the blanket and pillows. Her ass-hole clenched tightly around the entering penis, causing Scott to gasp in pain and surprise.
Scott reached around and pinched Julie's nipples. Julie lay, helpless to resist, as waves of pleasure washed over her body. Without touching herself, she knew she was going to come again. She gave herself up to it, and didn't even mind Scott's dire threats of what he would do when he'd finished fucking her.
His breath was hot on Julie's neck. Julie's legs had not been able to support them and she lay flat on her stomach. Scott slammed into her with force as his thrusts carried him deeper and deeper into the tight ass under him.
Julie groaned. Scott still had his fingers on the girl's nipples and alternated between caressing and pinching them. Julie felt one of Scott's hands trying to slide down to her cunt, and pressed her body even tighter against the bed.
Undeterred, Scott grasped her pubic hair in his hand. It was an awkward position, but he didn't mind. He was determined to have his fun. He sensed that Julie liked having her little clitoris played with, but would rather die than have to say so.
His finger pressed against Julie's clit, Scott began fucking with great, hard thrusts. He felt tension building in his loins. His testicles had drawn up and were now almost as hard as his cock. He would come deep inside this tight ass, and he was going to do it soon.
Julie squeezed her muscles hard, drawing another gasp from Scott. The pace quickened, and the hand on her clit grew rougher, more insistent. Julie groaned as Scott stroked her to the edge of coming, and left her there.
Grunting, Scott thrust one long, hard thrust deep inside Julie's bowels, and let loose his pent-up come. Julie felt it flow into her, and her pussy once more let a gush of juice flow.
Scott felt Julie come again and grinned in the darkness above him. He remained where he was until his cock had again returned to its normal size and could be withdrawn without great aggravation for himself.
When his limp cock was ready to be withdrawn, Scott rolled over with a sigh. He pulled Julie into his arms and held her close. Part of him knew that he ought to chain this girl to the bed; after all, carelessness was how Coram'd lost Tara. He was so tired and spent with lust, however, that it was all he could do to keep his eyes open.
He listened to the girl's breathing. Julie had drifted off to sleep, her arms loosely draped around the colonel's shoulders. Scott felt an illogical happiness at the feel of Julie's arms around him. Could it be he actually cared about this little bitch? Impossible. She was just a new plaything. He closed his eyes and pretended for a little while that Julie loved him, that in the morning she would not look at him with hate and loathing. His breathing slowed.
VI
Tara shivered in the cold desert night air. She'd been bidden by Cornell to stand beside the house across from the jail, and here she would stay until they came for her. In spite of her concern and love for Duke, she'd agreed with Cornell that going into the jail was probably not the wisest thing.
She still had no idea how Cornell intended to spring his baby brother. She suspected that it didn't really require as much stealth as Cornell liked to pretend, but who was she to argue? She didn't really care, as long as she was with Duke again.
Tara heard shouts and laughter from the bar where the Africans hung out, then suddenly screams and a shot. She hunched closer to the building and saw Collings suddenly run out of the jail, closely followed by Coram. So that was Cornell's game. Tara almost laughed. Some stealth. And some doing it alone. He'd gotten his friends to cover for him. Still, what did it matter? Soon, Duke would be by her side again. Tara trembled.
She watched the doorway but saw nothing move, and was thus more than shocked to find Cornell suddenly standing in front of her. She opened her mouth, and a hard hand, a hand she recognized, clapped itself across her lips. She was whirled around, and gazed lovingly up at Duke.
Duke smiled down at her, then put a finger to his lips. They all three drew back into the shadows as the two officers came trudging back into view, Coram dragging his feet reluctantly.
"I still say we should have run him in," he was saying to Collings, who shook his head.
"Uh uh. I don't want no half-breed niggers on the warpath for my scalp."
Cornell's and Duke's mouth both drew down, lips flat and straight, but neither said a word. Duke abruptly turned, his hand firm on Tara's arm, and slipped away from the building. Cornell followed.
Once clear of the town, the brothers began speaking in normal tones.
"We'll have to go to Kami's," Cornell was saying.
"Once they discover you're gone, they're going to be all over the cabin."
"Okay," said Duke. He was still holding tightly to Tara, and occasionally stroked her ass. "But they have no right to arrest me."
"I know, but I can't get hold of our lawyer tonight, so we'll have to hole up until morning. One night, brother. I'm sure it will pass enjoyably." He looked meaningfully at Tara, who tried to disregard the older African's gaze.
* * * * *
Kami's was an even more secluded house, tucked high in the hills. It took them over two hours to reach it, by which time Tara's feet were dragging and her head swimming with exhaustion. She wanted to ask Duke to carry her, but knew it was not reasonable. Still, she didn't know how much further she could go.
Just when she was going to break down and admit her weariness, the house hove into view. And what a house! Huge, overlooking the lake on a cliff above the water, the house seemed to float in space. It was dark and looked deserted. Cornell hurried on ahead, cautiously opening the door and ushering the others in.
Tara looked around delightedly. A large living room led to a smaller bedroom on the ground floor. Curving stairs led the way to the upper level. A magnificent kitchen lay in the back, with a bathroom off of it. Tara took time to relieve herself, and wandered back into the living room, where Cornell was pouring out drinks.
Cornell handed the girl a glass filled with some strange sort of concoction. Tara sniffed it suspiciously.
"I guess you were never a bartender," she said. Cornell cuffed her lightly on the shoulder.
"Respect, my dear. Duke, you should teach her respect."
"Why? You were always a better teacher," Duke said from his position on the sofa.
Tara looked from one to the other.
"Uh uh," she said. "I don't need any teacher. Especially not for what you boys have got in mind."
"You don't even know what we have in mind," said Cornell, lightly. He sat down in the chair across from Duke. Duke pulled Tara into his lap and set his drink down. He began kissing the young woman.
Tara squirmed, embarrassed. She knew Cornell was watching them, and couldn't believe that Duke would do this in front of him. But, there it was, and there they were, and Duke was now pulling off her jacket.
The shirt followed. Duke unbuttoned it slowly and pulled it down over Tara's shoulders, leaving it half-on, exposing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were already hardening.
"Mmmmm," murmured Cornell. Duke began caressing Tara's nipples, causing them to become erect almost immediately.
"Duke," protested Tara. "I don't want-" she stopped as Duke pushed her to her feet. Duke began unbuttoning Tara's jeans.
"No," said Tara, trying to push Duke's hand away. Duke ignored her and unzipped the jeans with one hand, pulling them down to Tara's knees with the other.
Cornell stood up. He handed Tara his glass and urged the girl to drink. Tara, shivering and naked, did, feeling the warmth of the brandy spreading through her body. She relaxed somewhat.
Cornell took the glass out of Tara's hand and kissed her full on the mouth. Tara's eyes flew wide open in surprise, and she tried to back away. Her legs were tangled in her jeans, which were now around her ankles. She stared down blankly at her naked genitals.
Duke pulled the girl back into his lap and began running his hands over Tara's body, caressing and teasing the little rosebud nipples, cupping Tara's breasts in his hand and gently squeezing them.
Tara looked up to see Cornell unzipping his pants. She turned her face away, and Duke began kissing her. His tongue probed deep into Tara's mouth as the girl felt Cornell pulling on her shirt. Cornell bent down and removed the rest of Tara's clothing, leaving the girl completely nude before the two men.
Cornell ran his hands over Tara's bare chest. Moaning, Tara leaned back against him, breaking her contact with Duke.
Duke looked up at Cornell with a smile.
"I promise never to leave her alone with you," he said. Cornell grinned.
"So, don't leave."
"Have you ever been double-teamed, Tara?" Duke asked softly. Groaning, Tara shook her head. She was trembling, partly with fear, partly with anticipation. She couldn't believe it was Duke saying this to her.
The prospect of making love with both of them was almost overwhelmingly alluring. She bit her lip.
Cornell took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet. Duke let out a sudden yelp of surprise.
"What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to Tara's ass. Tara closed her eyes and began to blush. Cornell turned her around.
"Where did you get that?" Duke demanded. "I want to know, and I want to know now. Who did that to you?"
"I can't tell you," Tara whispered. She would not look at Duke. Cornell chuckled.
"Looks like someone's been disciplining your piece for you, old man," he said. Duke glared at him.
"I don't think that's particularly funny."
"So find out where she's been, where she got it." Cornell turned to Tara. "Have you been a bad girl?"
"Not by choice," muttered the young woman.
Duke stood up, towering over her.
"Who did this? Was it those damn army bastards? Well? Answer me!" Duke took her by the arm and marched her to the bedroom.
"It was, it was," Tara cried frantically. She couldn't see how it could possibly be her fault, but these two were acting as if she'd asked Coram to whip her ass.
"Lie down with your hands above your head," Duke ordered. Tara lay on her stomach, face down in the pillows. Despite her embarrassment, despite Duke's and Cornell's obvious anger, Tara was excited. She could not control the trembling of her limbs.
She felt someone kneeling on the bed beside her. A cloth suddenly covered her eyes. Immediately after, a silken cloth encircled both her wrists, which were in turn tied to the headboard above her. Her pussy and nipples began to throb.
Her legs were gently parted. Pillows were pushed under her, raising her ass into the air. A cord was tied around each ankle and thence to the foot board.
Tara now lay with her legs spread, hands tied above her head, pussy exposed and ass up in the air as an offering to whichever god chose to use it. Her cunt throbbed harder.
Hands caressed her thighs, her buttocks. Fingers probed into her tight bum hole, causing the muscles in there to contract. They probed the cleft between her legs and she trembled harder.
Duke applied plenty of K-Y jelly to Tara's anal opening, then gently eased his big prick into the tight space. He heard Tara's gasp and chuckled. He glanced over at Cornell, who stood at the head of the bed, sliding his thumb over Tara's face.
Cornell opened Tara's mouth with his thumb and slid it inside. Tara's lips closed around it and Cornell grinned.
"I can hardly wait," he told Duke. Duke was intent on forcing his penis deeper into Tara's ass.
Tara squirmed as the hard cock probed further. She was helpless. She wanted to squeeze her legs together and strained uselessly against the bonds that held her. The very feeling of helplessness was exciting her beyond the bounds of her imagination. She began grinding her pelvis against the pillows under her.
"No," said Duke, very loudly. He slapped one large hand against Tara's buttocks. "You come when we tell you to, and not before."
Tara buried her face in the pillow, trying to control the surge of lust she felt.
Cornell unzipped and stepped out of his trousers. He held his hard shaft in one hand. With the other, he tugged at Tara's hair, raising the girl's head off the pillows.
Kneeling on the bed, Cornell forced the head of his cock into Tara's waiting mouth. The girl's lips clamped onto it so hard Cornell almost lost his balance. He leaned a hand on the headboard to steady himself, and began fucking Tara's mouth.
Duke felt a rush of blood into his loins at the sight of Cornell's cock disappearing down Tara's throat. He knew the angle must be hell for her, and grinned. Serve the little brat right!
He began thrusting harder, pounding his meat far up into the recesses of Tara's bowels. The girl's tight walls closed around him, holding him in a hot, firm grip. He thrust deeper and deeper in.
Tara was slobbering around the huge mouthful of man meat. Duke was right, the angle was hell, but Tara didn't care. She was a cock slut, and the feelings she was experiencing right now were beyond her range of expectation.
She pictured himself, naked and spread out on the bed, one huge penis in her ass and another in her mouth, and could not help rubbing her pussy harder against the pillows.
"Bad baby," Cornell whispered above her. "What were you told about that?"
Tara could not reply, nor could she stop the movement of her hips. It was pure reflex. Cornell slapped her lightly across the face and pushed more of his cock into the girl's mouth.
The strain on her neck muscles was becoming almost too much for Tara to bear. She tried to pull away, to change the angle, all to no avail.
Cornell sensed her plight. He pulled his cock out of Tara's mouth and let the girl's head fall back on the pillows. He sat beside Tara and pulled her head into his lap, instead.
Tara again opened her mouth wide as the giant prick forced its way in. Cornell gripped her by the hair and used it to move the girl's head back and forth along his hard shaft.
Tara couldn't take more than half of it in her mouth anyway. It was very long, and thick; she knew from past experience that it was bigger even than Duke's. However, it was too difficult to concentrate on size when she was being filled to capacity at both ends.
Duke's thrusts became more erratic as his cock began to swell with joy juice. His hands were on Tara's ass, and he continued to slap it while he pumped into her.
Tara was moving under him, the action of her hips causing her sphincter muscles to contract even more, squeezing Duke in a vise-like grip. Duke grunted and thrust again into Tara, feeling the sudden rush of cum through his penis.
With a loud cry, he thrust deeply against Tara, remaining still as jolt after jolt of jism coursed through his penis, spurting up into Tara's ass and trickling out again.
Duke pushed away from Tara, watching with a satisfied smile as the cum spilled out of her bum hole onto the bed. He continued to kneel between Tara's thighs, watching Cornell fuck his girl's mouth.
Cornell was holding his shaft in one hand and Tara's hair in the other. He pumped his hand up and down along the shaft, while moving Tara's head up and down.
Duke reached under Tara's body and began stroking the girl's engorged pussy. She was grinding into the pillows, seeking a way to find release. Duke played with her clit, feeling the blood pounding through it.
Cornell held Tara's head still and furiously pulled on his penis, his hand a blur now as it moved along his shaft. Gripping her tightly, he shot a wad of cum into Tara's mouth, Tara's murmur of protest lost in the shout Cornell uttered.
Again and again he filled Tara's mouth, making the girl swallow what he could. Tara's throat worked as the cum flowed into it.
Cornell leaned back, keeping a hand on Tara's head. Duke began untying the girl's legs.
When her legs were free, Duke gently turned Tara over onto her back, pulling the pillows out from under her. Tara lay there, a smile on her face.
Her clit showed, swollen and puffy, through the abundant hair on her pussy. Duke ran his fingers around it and began stroking it. Tara moaned and moved her hips up and down, thrusting her cunt against Duke's palm.
Cornell caressed Tara's nipples as she squirmed around on the bed, her legs beginning to cramp as she strained upwards with her hips, trying to come.
Duke now pumped her furiously, his hand moving rapidly with hard strokes over Tara's clit. Tara arched her back, her hips still, as her pussy exploded with clear, sweet juice and then spilled it over onto Duke's hand.
Duke laughed, smearing the cum on his own body. He lay on top of Tara and removed the blindfold.
"My most beautiful babe," he said, and kissed Tara's lips. He then rolled off and stood up. He went to the bathroom to pee while Cornell finished taking off the rest of his clothes. Cornell used the bathroom when Duke was done.
"What about me?" asked Tara, straining against the silken ropes holding her wrists above her head.
"What about you?" Cornell asked, returning to the bedroom. He lay down beside Tara and began drowsily stroking the young woman's body.
"I need to pee, too, you know," Tara told him earnestly. Duke had gone to the living room to mix a couple of drinks for himself and Cornell.
"What do you think?" Cornell asked Duke as he returned, carrying two glasses.
"What do I think about what?" Duke asked in return.
"Should we let wonder girl pee?"
Duke stood looking down at Tara, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I don't know. What do you think will happen if we don't?"
"I'll wet the bed," Tara replied promptly. "In fact, we're in imminent danger of that happening right now."
"Better not," Cornell warned. "Bad girls who wet the bed get punished."
"Hey, guys, come on," said Tara, worriedly. "This has gone beyond a joke." She looked appealingly at Duke.
"Duke, please?" she pleaded. Duke chuckled and, reaching above Tara's head, undid the ropes that bound her. With a cry of relief, Tara ran to the bathroom.
"Soft," said Cornell, but he was grinning.
"I'm not the only one," Duke said, lightly stroking Cornell's arm. Cornell put his hand up, but Tara ran back into the room at that moment.
She blithely squirmed up between the two men, loving the feeling of lying there, one hunk on either side. She snuggled down and fell asleep.
Cornell and Duke finished their drinks in companionable silence.
"She's good," Cornell said, at last. "I envy you."
"Well, that's a turnaround," Duke replied. "It was for so long the opposite. I guess I'm getting a little of my own back." He leaned across Tara's sleeping body and kissed Cornell on the cheek.
Cornell suddenly gripped his arm. Duke gently released himself.
"We're both too old for that game, and you know it."
"No, little brother, I don't know it. Once you trembled for me the way this little one does for you. I'd like to experience that again."
"That's impossible," said Duke, but drew a little closer. It was true. He did love Cornell completely, and felt a thrill of jealousy whenever Cornell took a new lover. But he was no longer someone's little love slave, and he refused to be used by Cornell anymore. No, let someone else suffer the brutal caresses, the indifference. He turned away.
Cornell's breath was suddenly hot on his neck. Duke turned back in surprise, and felt himself caught in those strong hands. His mouth was covered by Cornell's; the older man slid his tongue past Duke's open lips and into his mouth.
Duke struggled against his brother, feeling Tara's body moving under theirs. She had woken up, and lay staring at the two men wrestling above her.
Cornell pushed Duke down on the bed beside Tara and lay on top of him. He'd always been stronger, and had often imposed his will on his younger brother. Now, in front of Duke's new lover, he intended to do so again, to prove to Duke that he still belonged to Cornell, and to no one but Cornell.
Duke's struggles grew more frenetic as Cornell's weight bore him down. He heard Tara's gasp and felt the girl jump off the bed. He said her name, and Cornell suddenly slapped him.
"No, you slut, call out my name," he whispered hoarsely in his brother's ear. Duke turned his head away, looking for Tara.
She stood in the doorway, looking at the two men with scared eyes. Duke forced himself to stop struggling. He had to reach Tara, had to make her see that he was still a man even though his strength was no match for Cornell's.
Cornell had no compunction about raping his brother. He always got his way. He never let personal considerations, his or other's, get in the way of satisfying his lust.
He drove his knee into Duke's groin, making the younger African's eyes water and momentarily incapacitating him. He used the advantage to get his hands under Duke's legs.
Cornell wasn't even sure he wanted to fuck Duke now, but it had become a contest of wills. How dare this puppy think he could deny Cornell, the greatest warrior the new West had ever seen?
Tara, watching from the doorway, knew this was one fight in which she had no part. She loved Duke; it wouldn't have mattered to her whether or not the two brothers got it on or not. As a matter-of-fact, the sight of the two bronze bodies intertwined on the bed was extremely erotic. But she sensed that it was a matter of pride to Duke, and her heart beat wildly as she watched the struggle go on.
Duke, with a tremendous heave, threw his brother back and scrambled up onto his knees. They faced each other, kneeling on the bed, fists raised.
Cornell's lips drew back in a snarl. Tara saw, for the first time, how this man could be called a lion.
Duke was too used to Cornell's fighting habits to be afraid. He snarled back and heard Tara's involuntary gasp of surprise.
Cornell suddenly dropped his fists and lunged. Duke was too surprised to react in time. Cornell's weight again bore him onto his back on the bed, and this time, Cornell pressed his full weight on top of Duke, pinning his brother's body beneath him.
Duke abruptly stopped struggling. Cornell looked down at him suspiciously. Duke looked back, unblinking, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and hatred. Cornell couldn't return that gaze.
He flung himself back and got quickly off the bed, pushing past the astonished Tara and out of the room. Duke, shakily, sat up and held out his arms to Tara. With a bleat of fright and love, Tara ran and threw herself into them. They lay down, listening to the lion's restless pacing in the next room.
VII
"What have we here?" A soft voice whispered in Julie's ear. Startled, Julie sat up and blinked.
Scott was gone. A slender, grinning black girl sat at the edge of the bed, gazing in undisguised admiration at Julie's naked body.
"Who are you?" Julie asked haughtily, not deigning to draw the sheets up.
"I might ask you the same question, sweet buns," the black girl said. Julie saw she was not as old as she'd first thought, maybe even younger than Julie herself. Her expression was amused, but her eyes were cold.
"I am a guest of Colonel Scott's," Julie said, with much dignity. The black girl threw back her head at that and howled with laughter.
"I'll just bet you are, honey." She rose and began to pace around the room. "And where is the big, bad old colonel?"
"I don't know," Julie confessed. She was feeling confused, but relieved. If Scott was gone, then just maybe she had a good chance of getting out of here. If this girl was not just another one of 'them'.
The young woman stopped her pacing and stared at Julie.
"Lover boy gone off and left baby all alone?" she crooned. She sat on the bed again, and Julie shrank back in apprehension.
"Oh now, come on, baby. Stefanie ain't gonna hurt you none, just want to warm you up a little bit" The girl put a hand on Julie's thigh and began rubbing.
Julie disdainfully removed the hand and swung her legs out of bed. Stefanie looked at her thoughtfully, but made no move to stop her. Julie began hunting for her clothes, and then realized she had none. Scott had brought her here naked. She sat down again on the bed, filled with sudden despair.
"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe your wardrobe?" The black girl laughed as if this were the funniest jest in the world. Maybe it was, to her, Julie reflected.
For the first time, Julie began to speculate as to how she was going to get out of here, and back to San Francisco. She had no clothes, no money, no transportation. She wasn't even sure how to find Tara, who may have gone on to New York by now, if she'd gotten away from Scott and his minions.
Well, the first step was clothes. One could not walk down Main Street in any town without clothes on. Julie rose and went to Scott's closet, Stefanie watching her silently.
Julie wondered about that, too. Did Scott have a full-time lover who just happened to have been out of town and returned so fortuitously? It seemed like one hell of a coincidence.
Maybe this was Scott's way of forcing her out into the open. Then they could shoot her, trying to escape. Julie snorted with laughter. There just was no way she believed any of this fairy tale fantasy.
Nothing in Scott's closet would fit her, but she didn't care. When she was in a town he could trust, she was going to call her mother and ask her to wire some money so that she could come home. The wild West had lost a lot of its charm for her. San Fran had never looked so good.
She finished dressing and looked himself over, suppressing yet another laugh. Scott's jeans threatened to slide right off Julie's hip bones. The shirt bagged around her, and there were no shoes she could have worn without causing her severe blisters within minutes. She turned from the mirror and caught Stefanie looking at her with the oddest expression. For the first time, Julie began to feel really uneasy in this strange, young woman's company.
Without a word to Stefanie, Julie left the bedroom. She'd gotten almost to the front door when the black girl spoke from behind her.
"You'll never get out of here," she said, her voice low and heavy with conviction. "Believe me, it's been tried. They won't let you out." Her voice broke. Julie, turning around, saw that Stefanie was crying. Tears broke from those lustrous brown eyes and flowed down those beautiful brown cheeks. Julie was appalled and amazed to feel a stirring of lust in her loins. She must be losing her mind to be thinking about sex at a time like this.
"I have to try," was all she said. Stefanie shook her head.
"I don't want you to. Stay here with me."
"Come with me," Julie asked, on a sudden impulse, and could have kicked herself. What was she doing, for Christ's sake? This kid meant nothing to her.
"I can't," Stefanie whispered. "I'm afraid. I'm afraid of him, of what he'll do." She looked up, her tear-stained face shining. "And I'm afraid to try to live without him."
Julie shook her head.
"I can't stay," she said again. "I have to go."
Stefanie came closer. Her eyes burned with a strange intensity.
"Go then," she said. "But, if you get out?"
"Yes?" Julie said, cautiously.
"Come back for me." Stefanie broke into fresh sobs and ran to the bedroom.
Julie watched her go, shaking her head in amazement.
"Someone around here is nuts, and I'm afraid it might be me," she muttered. She carefully opened the front door and peered out. Nothing and nobody moved. She stepped out, gently closing the door behind her.
Julie walked down the street, expecting any moment that someone would come rushing up and shoot her, or that cruisers would surround her. Actually, nothing happened. She made it out to the highway without incident, and was picked up by a passing stranger almost immediately.
They made San Antonio by nightfall, and Julie gratefully thanked her new-found friend. The man gave her a friendly smile, and lent her fifty dollars for a hotel room. Julie tried to give it back, but the man waved it away.
"You can mail it to me when you get back home, honey," he said, and gave Julie the address. "I don't want you out on the streets. They're no place for a nice girl like you."
Julie thanked him and walked away before the man could suggest that Julie might offer him more substantial thanks, the way only a nice girl can. She checked into a roadside motel and called her mother.
She, distraught over the sudden disappearance of her baby doll, joyously offered to fly down and get Julie herself. She refused the offer, just asking her for the price of a ticket home and some extra spending money.
"I have to find a friend," she told her mother, who wailed loudly in her ear when she told her she was not immediately returning.
"All right, darling, but if you are not in front of my eyes on Friday morning, I am coming to the Lone Star state myself and personally escorting you home."
"Yes, darling," she agreed, and rang off. She lay down to sleep, her first comfortable night's sleep in more than a week.
VIII
Tara awoke to the sound of idling engines.
She leaned on an elbow and looked out the window. The house appeared to be surrounded by jeeps and cars, every one containing a couple of men in dark suits. Foreboding stirred in her heart. She nudged Duke.
Duke rolled over with a sleepy murmur and tried to pull Tara back down beside him, but the girl impatiently shook him off and whispered urgently in his ear. Duke blinked and leapt out of bed, running to the window.
"Cornell!" he shouted, running stark naked out of the bedroom.
"Yes, I see them," Cornell answered. He was standing at the living room window, calmly gazing out at the assembled vehicles.
"What does it mean?" Tara asked in a hushed voice, standing beside Duke.
"It means that Scott has decided to play dirty. He's sent out the extermination squad."
Tara whimpered, looking out at the implacable men even now getting out of their cars.
"Extermination squad?" she quavered. Duke put an arm around her.
"Never mind," he told the woman. His voice and expression were hard.
"Kami's got some guns, but we won't hold them off for long," Cornell said matter-offactly. He went to the gun cabinet and selected two rifles, after giving Tara a look. He handed one to Duke. Both men loaded their guns without a word.
"Do they want to kill us?" Tara asked. Neither African answered, just continued looking grimly out the window.
The phone rang abruptly, making all three men jump. Duke answered it.
"You are there," a woman's voice relievedly told him.
"Kami?" he asked, in disbelief. He'd heard of her, she was something of a legend, but never seen her in person. Sometimes, he doubted her existence.
"Yes, Duke. Listen, I've sent someone out to help you. Hold on." The woman rang off as abruptly as she'd called.
"Kami. She's sending someone out to help us," Duke told Cornell.
"How nice. Hope we live till they get here."
"But why do they want to kill us?" Tara cried. Her eyes desperately sought Duke's.
"Because we're niggers in their eyes, baby," Cornell answered her. "Bugs to be squashed. Oh, not in your case. But you know too much about dear Colonel Scott, so if you get shot up with us, you can't talk."
One by one, the engines were cut off as the rest of the men quit their cars. Cornell never left the window; his gaze traveled over the well-dressed crew assembled outside and he felt an urge to laugh. What an ending to a brilliant career! And it wouldn't matter what his lawyer did or said, he'd be dead and unable to enjoy whatever punishment was meted out to his murderers. He was sorry about Duke and the girl, though. They were-
His thoughts broke off abruptly. The men out there were shifting. He raised the rifle to his shoulder and squinted along the barre.
There was a helicopter coming in across the lake, a military job by the look of it. Now, what the hell was going on? Had Scott also enlisted the aid of the Air Force?
The suits were all scrambling for their cars now.
Cornell and Duke watched them scramble as the chopper came in low, skirting the lake, and hovered a few feet above the front lawn.
"This assembly is illegal," a voice boomed over a battery-powered megaphone. "You are advised to leave this property at once, or face criminal charges."
Whatever their orders, the men were not about to carry them out in front of witnesses. The cars roared to life and filed singly down the winding driveway. The helicopter landed and a tall, elegant man with silver hair stepped out of it. Cornell began to laugh.
"Who says crime doesn't pay?" he muttered.
The man, Cornell's lawyer, strode unhurriedly across the immaculate lawn and rang the front door bell imperiously. Duke dashed for the bedroom, pulling a bemused Tara along with him.
Cornell greeted his lawyer with easy familiarity. The man smiled and handed Cornell a sheaf of papers.
"What's this?" Cornell asked.
"Depositions from the three deputies you 'roughed up'. You're cleared, Cornell, without ever going to trial. And your brother faces no conviction, either. That was a trumped up charge if I ever did see one." Still smiling, the man shook Cornell's hand fervently.
"Come to my office this afternoon. You won't be bothered again." He left again the way he'd come, and his magnificent machine bore him away.
Duke broke out two bottles of champagne and began pouring it out. The sound of a car made them all freeze. Cornell put down his glass and went to the front door.
"Well, I'll be damned," he said, and began grinning. He ran down the steps and enfolded the young woman stepping out of the car in his arms.
Julie hugged Cornell back, so happy to see him that she was speechless. Her heart was overflowing. She let herself be hugged breathless, fondled and stroked, without protest.
"Julie!" Tara shouted in amazement from the front steps. She could only now admit to herself that she'd never expected to see her friend again. She ran down and also hugged Julie.
It didn't matter to either of these young women that they'd actually known each other again really for only a few days. Separately and together, they'd shared eye-opening experiences that no one else could ever understand or comprehend. So, their very real joy at seeing each other again was easily explained.
Duke, not caring about anything except that he and Cornell were cleared and that Tara had told him in the bedroom that she loved him, greeted Julie as if he'd known her all his life. Julie returned the greeting fervently.
"But how did you get here?" Tara asked.
"I hitchhiked to San Antonio and called my mother. She sent me money enough to rent a car and fly home. Some woman I met this morning told me where to find you, so here I am."
"Kami," Cornell said, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, I guess that was her name. So, that's that." Julie turned to Tara. "Ready?"
"For what?" the other girl asked.
"To go get your car, and get back on the road."
"Urn, I-um," a pause, "I'm not leaving. You take my car."
"What?" Julie looked so flabbergasted that Duke began to laugh.
"Tara's decided to stay here, with me," he told Julie. Julie stared at him.
"But what about your car, and going to New York? What about your family? Won't they wonder about you?" she asked.
"I don't have much of a family. As for the convertible, I mean it. I want you to have it. Here, Julie." Tara drew a piece of paper out of her back pocket. "I signed it over to you. It really was given to me by the Senator because," Tara ducked her head "he was so pleased by the paint job I did." ("Snow job is more like it," muttered Duke, but he was smiling.)
"But-" protested Julie.
"Don't fight it, woman," Cornell said, putting an arm around Julie's shoulders. "The lady wants you to have her car, you take her car. Nice set of wheels. We could go places in that baby." His eyes were shining. Julie smiled. "I'm going to Malibu."
"Malibu!" echoed Tara. "I thought you hated that place."
"So did I," Julie said. "But I guess I love it, after all. I'm going home." She looked at Cornell.
"Can I give you a lift anywhere?" she asked.
Cornell looked at Duke, and at Tara. He looked at the car and Julie. He began to smile.
"Yeah. Malibu."
* * * * *
Stefanie silently placed the plate of bacon and eggs in front of Scott. She swiftly walked back to the kitchen before Scott had a chance to grab her.
Scott had been in a foul mood for two days now, ever since Stefanie had come home and found that lying little sneak of a white bitch in her bed. Although she knew that Julie hadn't wanted to be there, had, in fact, fought her way out, Stefanie still resented her. If she were honest with herself, she would have to admit that what she resented most was Julie's easy escape. She, Stefanie, would not find it so easy to get away.
She comforted himself with the thought that if Scott had really wanted to hang onto Julie he'd have worked harder at keeping her. After all, he had Stefanie, and he always told the black girl that if she left him permanently, he'd come find her and drag her back. Stefanie smiled a little at that.
"Stefanie!" an angry voice bellowed from the dining room. Stefanie composed herself and went out.
"Yes, massa," she said, and began clearing the table.
"On your knees," whispered Scott. Stefanie immediately dropped down and took the hard, throbbing cock between her lips.
"Pretty sight," said a voice from the doorway. Scott looked up with an oath. Julie stood there, flanked by Cornell and Coram. Coram, his eyes wide, held a piece of paper in his hand.
"Stefanie," Julie said, very softly. Stefanie looked up, her eyes shining. Julie held out her hand. "It's now or never."
Stefanie sprang to her feet and took Julie's hand, clasping it tightly. Julie and Cornell turned to go.
Julie stopped at the door. She turned around.
"Colonel Scott, I'll be watching you," she said, and was gone.
Scott leapt to his feet, bellowing in impotent rage, but the trio was already disappearing down the road in that imagine convertible those two bitches had arrived in those many days ago.
The colonel glanced angrily at Coram, who was looking down and snickering. Scott followed his gaze, and became once more enraged. His penis had gone entirely limp.
"Get out!" he shouted, and slammed the door in his impudent captain's face.
* * * * *
Julie called her mother to inform her that she was driving home, not flying, and that there was no need for her descent upon an unsuspecting Texas. Having calmed that lady's maternal fears, she returned to the car and they drove most of the night. She wanted to put as many miles between herself and Scott as possible.
They finally stopped at a small lodge outside a sleepy little town in the middle of the state. Julie booked three rooms, although she knew damn well they'd only need one. She was not running the risk of anymore weird official types.
Cornell was lying fully dressed on the big double bed with Stefanie across his lap when Julie got out of the shower. Cornell'd been spanking Stefanie, and the girl's ass was bright red. Grinning, Julie sat down on the bed and began stroking the pink cheeks.
"Guess what I found in hot-shot's car," Cornell said. He grinned and reached under the pillow he leaned against. In his hand were a riding crop, a pair of nipple clamps and a leather-covered dildo attached to a small harness. With a smile, he pulled Stefanie against himself and began attaching the nipple clamps.
Stefanie struggled, and Cornell clapped a hand against her mouth.
"Now, baby, if you scream, all the neighbors in the adjoining rooms are going to get all excited and interested. Before you know it, they'll call the cops."
Stefanie shook her head wildly. It would be a long time before she trusted anyone in a uniform again. Willingly, she leaned back and let Cornell put the nipple clamps on.
"Kneel on the floor," Cornell ordered, pushing Stefanie off his lap. Stefanie did as she was told, and Cornell got off the bed. Reaching into his jeans, he drew two slender lengths of rope from his pocket. Stefanie's eyes widened, but she said nothing.
Julie sat back on one of the two chairs the room possessed, drawn up before a blazing fire. She snapped her fingers, and Stefanie crawled over to her. Julie held the black girl while Cornell bound Stefanie's wrists behind her back.
"Pretty as a picture," Julie commented, and gave Stefanie's face a delicate caress. Stefanie closed her eyes in ecstasy.
"Bend forward," said Cornell. His fingers were busy parting Stefanie's ass-cheeks. Stefanie bent forward, her lips almost touching Julie's leg. Julie smiled.
Cornell forced the dildo up inside Stefanie, making the young woman squeal in pain. He fastened the straps around Stefanie's waist, to make sure the dildo would not slip back out.
Stefanie was ordered once again to bend forward. She was standing between the two of them, presenting her sides to them both. Cornell pushed her forward a little so that her ass was right in front of him.
Cornell brought the riding crop down on Stefanie's ass. Stefanie jumped and let out a cry. Cornell brought the crop down again, this time across the lower part of Stefanie's buttocks.
"Shh," urged Julie, her finger against her lips. "Cornell's right, Stefanie. We don't want to draw a crowd. Here." She went to the bathroom and returned with a towel, which she shoved between Stefanie's teeth. Stefanie turned imploring, adoring eyes on her, and Julie smiled again. Stefanie closed her eyes, not caring what they did. Julie had rescued her.
Cornell laid the riding crop across his lap and told Stefanie to stand upright. Stefanie did, cringing as Cornell's hands roughly moved over her body.
He pushed against the dildo, shoving it even further up Stefanie's anal tract. The girl broke out in a sweat.
Julie stood up and also began running her hands over Stefanie's body. She slipped off the clamps and caressed the other woman's nipples, tweaking each one as she rubbed her fingers over it.
Stefanie opened her mouth as Julie's fingers pinched her flesh, and the towel slipped out, falling to the floor. Julie's tongue filled the void left behind. Her tongue probed deep inside Stefanie's mouth, inflaming her with desire as their tongues met.
Cornell abruptly pulled Stefanie out of Julie's hands. He pushed Stefanie down onto her knees, making the girl groan as the dildo moved inside her rectum.
Opening his fly, Cornell fumbled with his shorts and drew out his penis. It was at half-mast, and he looked meaningfully at Stefanie.
"Get me hard, Pet," he ordered. Stefanie at once opened her mouth and took the head and part of the shaft into it.
Her tongue slid along the shaft, licking and slipping along the big vein which began pulsing as her lips and tongue caressed it.
Cornell's prick began to harden in Stefanie's mouth. Stefanie moaned and began moving her head back and forth, picking up a steady rhythm as Cornell began fucking her mouth.
Julie watched, jealousy burning in her along side her desire. She had sat down again and was caressing Stefanie's back. She slid a hand down between the girl's thighs. Her hand moved roughly over the leather straps holding the dildo in place.
Stefanie moved her hips as Julie manipulated the dildo. The feeling of the dildo sliding up and down her anal tract, and the feeling of Cornell's hard cock fucking her mouth, made her loins tingle. She felt her pussy being aching for filling.
Julie reached around and began stroking her hand up and down along the cleft of Stefanie's pussy. Her fingers caressed the tip of Stefanie's clit.
She leaned forward and, sliding a hand up to Stefanie's chest, again began playing with the girl's nipples. Her thin hand moved around Stefanie's button and she began jerking her off.
Cornell looked at her with a frown. Julie smiled. Cornell shook his head, but Julie ignored him. Her hand moved faster over the other girl's pussy, making Stefanie sweat and tremble.
Cornell placed a hand on Stefanie's head, getting a grip on the girl's hair. He thrust his penis all the way down Stefanie's throat and paused. Picking up the riding crop, he held it over her bare ass. He looked at Julie. Julie grinned and leaned back.
Leaning close to Stefanie, Cornell whispered in her ear.
"I'm going to whip you again," he told Stefanie, "and you're going to stay as still as a little mouse. Don't you dare close those jaws of yours."
Stefanie looked at him, her eyes wide. A whimper escaped her, but she very slightly shook her head. Cornell grinned and raised the riding crop.
Stefanie grunted as the crop came down on her left ass cheek. She involuntarily opened her mouth wider, and Cornell's cock slid in until the base of it was against Stefanie's lips. His pubic hair tickled Stefanie's nose. She breathed in the warm, musky scent and closed her eyes.
Her body tingled all over. Julie was once again pulling on her pussy hair and tickling her clit, and the sting of the riding crop was still making itself felt on her ass. She began moving her hips in rhythm with the fucking her mouth was getting from Cornell.
Cornell drove his penis deep into Stefanie's throat. The velvety smoothness of it was going to drive him mad. He gasped as the girl's tongue continually licked his hard shaft.
Julie's hand alternately slowed and speeded up on Stefanie's clit. Whenever she sensed the younger woman close to orgasm, she pulled back slightly, slowing her strokes.
Stefanie, her mouth full, was unable to voice her anguish at the constant teasing. She thrust her pussy against Julie's hand over and over again, trying to get Julie to stroke her harder.
Cornell grabbed Stefanie's head in both hands and began fucking her mouth rapidly. His gasps became grunts as his testicles drew up, tight against his groin. He groaned deep in his throat as the cum began spurting out of his pee-shooter.
Stefanie swallowed every drop. If Scott had taught her anything, it was to always finish every meal. And Cornell's cum had a salty, stinging tang to it. She sucked some more, until Cornell laughingly pushed her away.
"Enough," he said. Stefanie sat back gingerly on her heels, feeling the dildo driving itself up inside her.
"And now, it's your turn," Cornell told Julie, looking at her meaningfully. Julie turned her head away, but she was smiling. Cornell rose to his feet and stood, towering over Julie.
"Come on. Come to bed, slut." He grasped Julie by the arm and pulled her to the bed. Stefanie chuckled and pulled back the blankets and sheets. Cornell brutally ripped the robe from Julie's body and threw her down on the bed.
Julie loved it. This was what she'd dreamt of; a lover to fuck her and a lover for playing with. She buried her face in the pillows as Cornell rose up on his knees behind her, parting her ass-cheeks none too gently and spreading her pussy lips, and probing Julie's cunt opening with his hard cock.
Stefanie leaned over the pair. She took Cornell's cock briefly in her mouth and wet it well. Then she held Julie's lips spread apart while Cornell aimed his once-again turgid cock at Julie's tender pussy.
Julie grunted as the cock slid in, and bit down on the pillow under her mouth. She felt complete, the cock sliding into her pussy, Stefanie kissing her face and shoulders. Cornell panted and grunted above her. Julie imagined the picture they must make, and her clit began to harden. Her hand surreptitiously slid under her body to caress it, but Cornell grasped her hand and held it above Julie's head.
"You have to earn it," he panted into Julie's ear.
Julie subsided and let herself be fucked, seeking no active relief for her throbbing cunt.
Cornell groaned. His cock seemed to swell to twice its normal size as he pummeled into Julie. He looked down at the beautiful girls in his bed, and, with a tremendous shout, began to fill Julie's sweet vaginal space with the most incredible amount of jism.
He pulled out and shot a stream of cum across Julie's ass. Stefanie fell to immediately, licking it up and licking Cornell's still-spurting cock.
Julie lay still, loving the feeling of the two special people in her life beside and above her. Her pussy could not stand it any longer. Her cry of lust was muffled by the pillows, but not so low that the others couldn't hear it, as Julie ground into the sheets, finally collapsing in a huddle.
