Young Dee Cooperman lay propped on the black velvet board-pinned like a butterfly. The three men-Russell, Jason and Holland-gazed lustfully at her slim naked body. All Dee wanted was to escape from the incestuous lasciviousness of her stepfather. She knew she would have to escape, for when the three men were through taking their pleasure from her they would kill her. But as her body responded to the varied lovemaking she wondered-how. How?
1
The rain slashed across the dark road in wide sheets. Dee Cooperman pulled the soggy jacket collar closer and tried to keep the water from dripping down her neck. She shivered and felt the hard knot of panic fill her chest. She was frightened as well as cold. She had been a fool to run away this way. But she had no other choice. The terror she'd left behind was greater than the one she faced now. That one had been real and demanding. At least now it was only the unknown she had to face.
It had been a mistake to get off the main highway, but she had panicked when she saw the familiar red van pass on the opposite side of the road. Maybe it wasn't Clyde, but the van had slowed as if the driver might be looking back at the huddled figure at the side of the road. She ran, taking the first turnoff she found, hurrying along the black side road in her need to get away. She ran until she was gasping for breath, heart pounding and pulse racing. She finally slowed to a walk when she realized no car followed her. If it had been Clyde, he surely would have had enough time to turn around and come after her. But he hadn't, so she'd made a mistake. Fear had caused her to propel herself into a worse spot than before.
Not a single car had come along the road since she'd been on it. The blackness wrapped around her like a cold, wet blanket and the rain chilled her thoroughly. It seemed as if she had been walking for a very long time. It was hard to see the road. The black asphalt merged with the night. Only the silvery splashing sheets of water that bounced up from it gave her any indication of where to walk. Several times, she stumbled and almost fell as the road turned sharply and she went off onto the slick grassy verge.
The darkness encouraged dark thoughts, and she could not keep her mind free of the horrible memory of Clyde's hands on her, demanding, tearing, terrifying.
She should have left right after the funeral but she'd been so upset and confused. She had not been close to her mother but her sudden death left Dee shattered and alone. Her stepfather was a stranger. He had married her mother only six months before, and Dee had not gotten to know him well. She was in school most of the time, and then working at her part-time job as a carhop at the drive-in restaurant. Clyde Orville was a shadow on the fringe of her life. She didn't like him, but she reasoned with herself that if her mother, widowed for six years, had liked him well enough to marry him, he must be all right. So she had been polite but not gotten close.
And then her mother died horribly in an auto accident. Her death was a shock and more than that, left Dee with no one to turn to-except Clyde Orville. He had handled the details of the funeral, comforted the seventeen-year-old stepdaughter he was suddenly alone with. And at first she had noticed nothing. Her willingness to let him take care of everything made his new concern for her seem normal. After the funeral, when they were alone in the apartment, her first fears began. At first it had been little things, the way Clyde slipped his arm around her whenever he came close, the way he pulled her head to his shoulder, pressed her body close to his.
Dee had never had much affection during her life and the warm feeling of being protected lulled her to a false security. Clyde interpreted her passiveness for agreement. Five days after the funeral he made his move.
She had come home from the drive-in tired and sad. He had encouraged her to give up the job, but she needed the money and to keep busy. She had gone back to school and work as soon as possible. This night it was after midnight when she came in. The apartment was dark, with only a soft lamp glow from the bedroom illuminating the hall and the street lights beyond the drawn shades brightening the blackness of the living room.
Dee closed the door quietly behind her and dropped her books onto the table just inside the door. She kicked off her loafers and walked stocking-footed to the kitchen. Without turning on the light, she poured herself a glass of milk and leaned against the sink while she drank it. She rinsed the glass and left it on the drain board.
Her room was the first one on the hall. The light still shone at the nearly closed door of the master bedroom at the far end of the corridor, but Dee did not go to that door. She was tired and wanted nothing more than to fall into bed and sleep. This last week of school had been hectic, the pressures of the end of the school year piling on top of her own problems and the return to work. Her head ached and her eyes burned.
Her windows faced a side street, and the light from the outside was enough for her to see to undress. She welcomed the shadows, found them soothing and had no desire to brighten the room with lamplight. She hung her dress in the closet by feel, walked naked to the dresser and searched blindly in the drawer for her nightie.
She became aware of him the instant before he touched her. It was as though his warmth intensified the warm summer air around her. She stopped, hand still inside the drawer, fingers on the sheer nylon of the gown.
She turned her head. He was right behind her, body almost touching hers. She could feel his breath on her naked shoulder. Her own breath caught in her throat.
"Dee...." The word was part of his breath. His hands touched her, one at her waist, the other coming around her body to grip her naked breast. For a second she was too startled to speak. His grip tightened on her young flesh and something like an electric shock went through her. She had never been touched this way before. She stood still, shocked but somehow aware of the new sensation and the realization that it was not all unpleasant.
He pulled her around and into his arms, his face coming down hard on hers, his lips open and covering her mouth. His tongue slid over her lips and then into her mouth, probing and darting on her tongue, testing and demanding a response. She tasted the thick flavor of whiskey on his tongue. He pressed his body hard against hers and she realized with horror that he was as naked as she was. She could feel the coarse hairs of his chest scrape on her taut breasts, the hard flat muscles of his belly against her own young firm flesh. And, very insistently, the bulge of his crotch against her pubic hair.
She tried to struggle out of his grasp, pulling her face free and pushing at him with her pinned arms. But he was too strong for her, and she was trapped in the circle of his arms.
"You're so goddamn beautiful, baby! Christ, I've been hard for you since the first time I saw you." He was whispering heavily in her ear.
"Don't!" She tried again to push him away but could not. The pressure at her crotch became more intense and she realized that his sex organ was getting hard and was pushing into her flesh. He moved one leg and tried to get his knee between her legs to spread them. Off balance, she couldn't prevent him from doing it. He jerked his body and the hard cock speared between her thighs. She gasped.
"Don't," she cried again, but he cut off her words with another hard kiss.
When he let her mouth go this time, he was panting and his body was twitching and squirming against hers. "Don't give me any trouble, honey. I'm gonna fuck you and get what I've been wanting and needing from you for months. Christ, what the hell do you think I'm made of? You and that cute little ass tempting me every day. Jeez, I even thought about you when I was screwing your mother, wondering what your twat would be like-instead of hers. Come on." He began pulling her toward the bed.
She shook her head in the semidarkness, protesting silently but with her terror mounting. He shoved her onto the bed, and she sprawled across the coverlet. Before she could move, he came down on top of her. Once more his naked flesh covered the length of hers. He jammed his knee between her legs and forced them apart. "Lemme in there!"
She whimpered but his weight pinned her down and she couldn't move. The penis had come up to full size and strength now, and it plied at the tight curtain of pubic hair between her legs. He swore softly when it didn't plunge right into her vagina. With an impatient curse, he reached down and grabbed the stiff rod and aimed it into the hairy folds. Dee felt the hard tug at the stiff hairy muscles, then the sudden ripping pressure as he forced her labia apart and shafted his organ between the dry folds. For an instant, the pain was fierce, as if she were burning, being scraped, torn all at once. She gasped. He shoved harder, and the cock went into her body all the way.
"Ahhhh!" It was a sigh of relief and pleasure from him. No sound came from Dee's parched throat.
Her body trembled under him, driven by fear and shame at what he was doing but somehow unable to protest as completely now that he was in. New sensations filled her belly and groin. Ripples waved out from the forced entry of his body in hers, dissipating the pain and bringing something else in its place. Something she didn't understand. Something she knew she should be horrified at. But she was hypnotized instead. She drew air into her lungs deeply and held it.
Clyde began to move. His swollen organ slithered in and out of her vagina, causing it to grow wet and warm. His naked body touched against hers, slapping and setting off more waves of shock. Each thrust shoved him deeper inside her, and each pull made her hips rise to follow him. She whimpered.
"God! You're so damned tight. I knew it would be like this! Ohhhh, baby, are you gonna get fucked!! Hang on!!"
He pounded harder and faster into her. She didn't remember putting her arms up but discovered that her hands were on his tight-muscled back, fingers raking his shoulders, pulling him closer. It was as if she were no longer in control of her body. She heard the whimpering cry close by but wasn't aware that she was making it. Her body grew warm, filled with shimmering waves that rocked her mind and made her gasp.
"Yeah! Oh, baby, this is good fucking!" Clyde slammed his swollen column of flesh into the wet hole of her cunt. He was hard and hot, and the hungry little cunt was gobbling at him eagerly now. Virgin twat-Christ it had been a hell of a long time since he'd had any of that stuff. And she was as good as he had known she would be. He knew damned well that his need to get this kid had been the deciding factor in his marrying her old lady. The mother was as loose and worn as an old shoe. But this kid was something else again. He was going to like being daddy to this cute little piece of ass.
He felt the hard pressure of his semen build behind his cock. "Here it comes, kid! Here it is!" He didn't wait or listen for any reply. He was only interested in his own lust, finding his own release and relief. The burning sludge spurted, a small wad first, then the complete flood as he shoved his prick into the hot cunt, driving it into the pulpy wet walls of her vagina.
He felt the ejaculation spew from his hot tool. He felt it lather and foam as he whipped it inside her. He felt the hesitant, then sure answer of the kid's first climax.
Dee was swept away on the crest of the wave that filled her. Something strange and wonderful happened inside her body. All of a sudden she was very wet and very hot. Her belly felt as if it were on fire, a hard hot flame that speared fingers through her, tight first then gloriously full of a new wonder and relief that she had never dreamed of.
She got warm, warmer, then very hot. The tight tingling returned and she was swept over the edge of a new wave of ecstasy as she felt the hot flood of the man's coming in her. She groaned, clung to him, wept. Finally he slowed and her body came to rest. For several minutes, he lay still on her, his length along her damp warm nakedness.
Finally he pushed away and climbed off her. "Christ, that was good. I haven't come in virgin territory for years!" He slapped her round ass playfully. "Baby, you and I are gonna have ourselves a ball now that your momma's not around any more. I'm gonna be the best goddamn daddy to you!" He laughed, and the sound was obscene in the darkened room. He got up then and walked out. She saw him silhouetted a moment in the lighted doorway. She had never seen a naked man before. He turned and she had a good view of the limp dangling penis hanging over the dark sacs of his scrotum. Her throat was very dry.
She was alone. The door swung almost shut behind him, and she lay in the dark room. The thought of what had happened overwhelmed her. He had-she had-my God!
She twisted on the bed and buried her face in the spread. Hot tears filled her eyes, overflowed and made big wet spots under her cheeks. Had she been raped? No, she knew that wasn't true. She had given in to him willingly, even eagerly. He had caused her body to react to his, making her want what he offered. And she had enjoyed it, enjoyed it very much. Her body still shivered with delight and warmth. But her mind was full of shame. Her own stepfather! The man to whom her mother had been married. That somehow made it worse than it might be otherwise. She wept bitter tears into the damp bedspread.
When she finally stopped sobbing, the house was quiet. She raised her head and peered through the gloom toward the door. No sound came from the other bedroom but the light was still on. Slowly, she got up and tiptoed to the door. She pulled it back and listened to the silent hall. Very quietly, she walked across the hall to the bathroom. Inside, she turned on the light and saw herself in the mirror.
Her thin face was drawn and puffy from crying, her eyes swollen and red. Her long brown hair hung in limp strands and tendrils of it were plastered to her streaked face. Her hazel eyes still shimmered in pools of tears. She brushed a hand over her lace, closing her eyes for a minute. She couldn't stand the sight of herself. She couldn't face herself after what had happened.
She felt the warm sludge dribble down her thighs and quickly turned on the tap and grabbed a washcloth. She soaped and scrubbed herself until her flesh was raw, but she couldn't erase the memory of the intercourse. After a long time, she threw the cloth in the hamper and took another from the linen closet to wash her face. She held the cold cloth to her eyes until they stopped burning. When she was done, she snapped off the light before she opened the door cautiously.
The hall was still quiet. She stood in the doorway and heard the faint sound of snoring. She tiptoed to the door of the master bedroom and peeked in. Still nude, Clyde Orville had fallen across the bed. He slept deeply, snoring in a flutter of noise that indicated how much he'd had to drink.
Dee bit her lip and hurried back to her own room. The sight of his body, the body that had defiled her, made her ill. She closed the door of her own room and fought the nausea with deep breaths through her open mouth. She crossed to the window, put her face close to the screen and gulped air until she felt better.
Not sure of any plan, consciously, she dressed again instead of putting on her nightgown. She could not stay in the same apartment with him. Not after what had happened, she couldn't. The words he'd spoken to her after the act of intercourse made it clear that this would not be the only time he would use her this way. He had been planning it for a long time, and his plans now extended into the future. He wouldn't leave her alone. God only knew what he might do next.
She choked back a sob and buttoned her blouse and stuffed it into the cotton skirt. She left the bedroom, stopping only at the hall closet to grab a jacket from a hanger. Then she let herself out of the apartment and fled down the stairs. On the street, she pondered before turning south toward the bus stop. She saw the lights of a waiting bus and ran to catch it. The driver looked a little surprised but said nothing as she paid her fare and took a seat in the back. From time to time he glanced at her in the rearview mirror, but he didn't speak to her. Other passengers, mostly factory workers, boarded and left. Dee huddled in her seat and stared at the dark streets outside. When the bus driver called, "End of the line, Miss," she was startled. She got up and off the bus.
She was not sure where she was. The edge of the city, but she had never been here before. She began to walk, fast at first to get away from the stare of the bus driver who was still watching her curiously. Above, thunder rumbled in the distance and Dee realized that the night had become cool all of a sudden.
When she saw the highway, she knew that she had to escape the city altogether. She would hitchhike, or walk, to another place. She'd get a job, support herself and make a new life for herself. She would never go back to Clyde Orville.
That had been two and a half hours ago. Now she was on the desolate side road, panicked by the truck she thought might carry her stepfather in search of her. And she was cold and soaked, shivering and scared. She hadn't seen a light from a car or a house since she left the main road. Maybe she should turn back. But the same enveloping blackness yawned in either direction. She plodded on.
She slipped and fell to her knees. She couldn't hold back the tears now. Her scraped knees stung and her stockings and skirt, wet and dirty, clung to her legs with each step. She was still struggling to her feet when the sweep of headlights caught her. The car had come around the curve and she had not heard it over the steady thudding of the rain.
She was frozen in the spotlight of the beams for a minute. Then the glare passed by and she saw the hulk of the vehicle pass her and send a cascade of water up from its wheels to drench her further. She brushed her face with her hand and blinked her eyes clear. It was then she heard the squeal of the brakes and the skid of the tires on the wet asphalt.
She struggled to her feet. For a second, panic filled her again as she thought of Clyde. But this was not his truck. She had seen the outline of the car in the afterglow of lights. She stood on the soft shoulder of the road and peered through the wet film at the black shape a few hundred feet down the road. She heard nothing over the roaring rain and the heavy thunder that split through the night. All at once the car began to back up.
When it was abreast of her again, she saw that the driver had rolled the window down and was peering out at her.
"Come on, climb in," he shrieked over the beating downpour that sounded like a drum on his car top.
Dee ran around the car and grabbed the door handle as the man inside pushed the panel out. She got in and pulled the door closed behind her.
"I'm soaked," she said foolishly. She thought about the upholstery, the mess she was making. But she was grateful to be out of the rain. She crossed her arms and shivered.
"Hell of a night to be out. How in the world did you get on this road at this time of night?" The man stared at her, and she tried to smile. He looked well dressed, about forty. The dash lights didn't offer much glow to show his features, but he had a pleasant face and dark hair, she could tell that much.
She felt her face burn with shame again as she thought of the incident that had driven her from her home. But she couldn't tell anyone about that. She thought quickly and decided on a lie.
"I had car trouble a couple of miles back. I-something happened to the motor and I couldn't get it going again. I figured I might as well try to find some place open."
The man pursed his mouth and she studied his profile. Did he believe her?
"Is there a station near here?" she asked quickly.
"No. This road isn't used much since the new highway opened. Just goes down to the town of Waverton. Nothing open this time of night." He glanced at her. "You're lucky I came along, Miss. Probably won't be another car for hours, morning-likely."
She nodded. "Thanks." She couldn't suppress the shiver that shook her body.
"You're cold. Here, let me turn on the heater." He reached to the dash and in a moment warm air flowed over Dee's wet feet and legs. She held her hands toward it. "Oh, that feels good. I must have been walking for hours."
The man was silent and the only sounds in the car were the soft hum of the heater and the steady clack of the windshield wipers. After a while, Dee looked at him again. "Do you live around here?"
He nodded. "Yes. Not far." He didn't look at her.
Even though she was finally warm, another chill shook her. Something in his voice alarmed her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She studied his face in the gray gloom but it showed nothing but his concentration on the road ahead of him. She glanced at the rain-rivered window. The headlights speared into the sheets of gray water and barely illuminated the few yards before them. He must know the road well. She could barely see. Where were they going?
He made a turn and the car bounced over rough road, wheels sinking into small potholes as though the road weren't paved. Dee pulled back into the corner and tried to see out. Thick branches of trees swept against the side of the car and along the glass at her side.
"Where are we?" she asked in a small voice.
"I live down here. I'm taking you to my place."
Dee looked at him quickly, and he turned and smiled easily. "I can't dump you back on that lonely road, my dear. I told you, there may not be another car all night. At least you can dry out in the house. Tomorrow we'll find someone to fix your car and you can be on your way again."
He turned back to his driving and Dee turned her face to her window again. She didn't know why, but she wasn't as relieved at the thought of getting dry as she thought she would be. She tightened her arms across her chest and caught her lip between her teeth. Maybe she was nervous. Clyde had upset her, and she was still jumpy, and a little frightened.
Maybe it was the lie she had told this man and his offer to have someone fix her nonexistent car in the morning. Maybe it was all these things.
Suddenly she realized how tired she was. It had been hours since she got off work at the drive-in. Hours since she had prepared for bed. Hours since...her mind would not finish the thought.
The car stopped and the headlights went off at once. "Here we are," the man said. He got out of the car and came around to open her door. He reached for her arm. "Let's get inside and get you warm," he said.
Dee climbed out of the car and followed him up the wide stone steps. She waited while he fit a key into the lock of the heavy oak door. He stepped back and steered her inside, following her and closing the door behind them. His hand was still on her arm, and for a moment they stood together in the darkness of the unknown house. Dee felt a new shiver tremble through her body.
2
Dee heard the soft snap of a switch and the lights came on. She was blinded for a second but her eyes adjusted quickly and she looked around. They were standing in a large hall, with a winding staircase leading up at one side and double doors opening to another room at their left. She was surprised by the size of the hall and the house to which it led. She had expected something quite ordinary, but this seemed plush. The marble floor on which they stood gleamed dully in the light. She had already dripped a pool of water at her feet.
Above their heads a crystal chandelier winked and glittered around the shielded light bulbs. A huge mirror covered one wall, with a small fragile-looking table standing in front of it. On the table was a large silver bowl with cards in it. Near the double doors, another door opened to a closet. The man went to it now and pulled it open. He looked inside for several seconds and finally turned to her with a shrug. "There's nothing here that you can wear. We'll have to look upstairs." He took her arm again and propelled her to the steps.
As they climbed she couldn't stop staring at the gilt-framed pictures and tapestry wallpaper that covered the walls. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. He saw her stare and smiled. "You like them?"
She nodded. "Yes. You live here?" It sounded like a dumb question and she was sorry she had asked it as soon as the words were out.
But he only smiled again. "Yes. My grandfather built the house many years ago. He liked the luxuries of the city but the peace and quiet of the country. So he bought acreage out here and built his dream house."
"He must have been very rich."
He laughed softly. "Yes. I guess so."
Dee thought about the apartment she had lived in as long as she could remember. Adequate but far from imagine. She had never seen anything like this except in movies. They were on the second floor now, and the thick carpet deadened the sound of their steps completely. She hadn't seen him touch any switches, but more lights came on ahead of them and she saw the full hall and the rooms that opened off it. Bedrooms. Plush, rich bedrooms, with satin spreads and deep pile carpets, dark walnut furniture that was polished to a high luster.
He took her to a room halfway down the hall. She gaped at the deep purple carpet and the lavender satin bedspread. He opened a closet and searched for something inside. He turned to her, holding out a brocaded robe, in shades of purple and violet that picked up the hues already in the room. The silky material seemed to shimmer and change as she took it and pressed it to her face. It smelled of lilac.
"Now, get out of those wet clothes before you catch pneumonia. Put the robe on and we'll see what we can do about drying out your things." He walked to another door and pulled it open to reveal a gleaming lavender bathroom with mirrored walls. "A hot bath or shower might feel good," he suggested with a smile.
He turned then and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Dee stood and stared at the door trying to figure out what had made her apprehensive before. He was a perfect gentleman.
He couldn't have been nicer. With shock, she realized she had not even asked his name. She blushed and turned to the inviting bath.
She pulled off the soggy shoes and stockings, then dropped her jacket on top of them. The rain had soaked right through the cloth and her dress clung damply to her skin. She unbuttoned the blouse and tossed it to the floor. She sent the skirt skidding down her legs and kicked it aside quickly. It took only an instant to rid herself of the damp panties and the bra. With relief, she stepped into the lavender shower stall and turned on the water.
She raised her face to the warm spray and sighed as the delightful warmth washed over her. She felt the chill ease from her flesh and the warmth seemed to finally reach her bones. After a long time, she opened her eyes and looked for the soap. She found a lavender bar in the holder and began to lather her body. She enjoyed the thick suds and spread them all over her body. She found a purple washcloth and used it to rub her flesh warm and clean, erase all traces of the rainy nightmare outside.
She didn't know how long she'd stayed in the shower, but when she stepped out into the steamy bathroom, she was not alone. The man was there, holding out a huge bath towel to her, his arms outstretched to wrap the soft terry cloth around her.
She was surprised and quickly pulled the towel over her nakedness. She realized with a shock that the plate glass of the showerstall door was transparent. He had watched her shower! She felt a blush creep up her neck and over her face.
He still gripped the towel which he had wrapped around her. She was almost in his arms, and she felt the panic engulf her again. She looked up.
'"'You are very beautiful, my dear. Such a sweet child. Yes, so very sweet." His palms moved over the rough towel and paused at her waist. His eyes were very bright, and she could not pull her gaze from his. She was keenly aware of his thick red lips, his full face, his inviting smile. The scent of lilacs clung in the moist air and she was not sure if it were stronger because of him. She was light-headed with weariness and fear. He had not harmed her, but she was as keenly aware of the animality in his touch as she had been when Clyde came up behind her earlier. But there was nothing rough in this man's touch.
His gray eyes were intent and searching. She couldn't meet them, and again she blushed. She looked to the floor and her heap of wet clothing was gone. She had nothing but the towel to cover her.
He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face so her gaze met his. "Don't be frightened, my dear. Come along, let's get you into bed. You look ready to fall over."
She smiled and once again tried to relax. He was kind, so very kind. And she was exhausted. She let him lead her to the bedroom and watched as he pulled back the lavender satin bedspread and the pale lilac sheets and blanket. He motioned for her to climb in. She hesitated a fraction of a second and unconsciously glanced at the towel draped over her nudity. He put his hand out and pulled it away from her grasp. She moved quickly then, getting into the bed and hiding under the covers. He smiled down at her and reached to tuck the covers gently around her shoulders and chin. He brushed his palm over her temple and bent to kiss her lightly on the forehead.
"Good night, my dear. Sleep well."
Dazed, she watched him walk to the door, turn and smile again. He snapped off the light and went out. The door closed and the dark room was silent.
Dee stared into the blackness while her mind turned over the collage of thoughts that crowded it. The memory of Clyde became more remote, harder to grasp. She felt secure and safe now. Again the thought that she had not even asked the man's name came to her. She was tired. Very tired. Her eyes were heavy and could not stay open even in the soft velvet blackness. She sighed and closed them. She was asleep in seconds.
The first heavy hours of sleep were thick padded clouds undisturbed by dreams. Her hours of work and flight took their toll and her body and mind demanded complete release. She slept.
Gradually she was restored. The sleep became less drugged and her subconscious began to penetrate. She was caught in a web of dreams. At first, indistinct figures moved around her. Warm hands touched her body, caressed her flesh. There was a thick towel, dark in color, that kept sliding from her hands and leaving her naked and warm. She tired to get the towel back but instead it became Clyde who covered her flesh, hands grasping and clutching, body pressed to her, hot and demanding. She tried to cry out, but his mouth, whiskey breathed, covered hers and she was silenced. Then the strange feelings began in her belly, the need, the disgust, and most of all the desire that erased everything else. Even in sleep, her uterus tightened and her thighs grew moist as she remembered the satisfying orgasm she had reached. Her body recalled each glorious moment and tried to relive it, but her mind fled from the horror of the man who had forced the act upon her. She tossed and turned between the lavender sheets.
But she couldn't escape. She was trapped, held by the web of dreams, pinned to the silky softness of the sheets. She struggled frantically but the threads of the web got tighter and she could not escape. And then she didn't want to any more.
The pleasant sensations grew stronger and her tension began to ease. The touch was at her breasts first, soft and gentle, tender and exciting. Her nipples strained and the rosy tips struggled to erectness, pressing out against the coaxing touch. Warmth engulfed the entire young breast, cupping it and lifting its weight, massaging it. In sleep, Dee moaned softly.
The touch moved down her body, over the firm, flat, youthful belly, into the lush foliage of pubic hair. For a moment, the urge to struggle and escape returned but it fled quickly as the dream pried between her legs and entered the soft haven of thick damp folds of erotic flesh. A shiver ran through her and she moaned again. The dream began to search the folds, finding the tiny ripe bud of her clitoris. It stayed there, working the pulpy outcropping of flesh gently. At first it soothed her, made her smile in her sleep, float in the drifting clouds of semi-awareness and delight. Gradually the feeling changed, still pleasant but urgent now. Her body summoned new tension, and excitement filled her quickly. The finger slid back and forth on the wet pip, occasionally delving between the curtained folds of the opening to her vagina.
Her uterus was fully aware now, a tight pressing mass of need. She began to drift out of the unconscious state into reality. The scent of lilacs was heavy in her nostrils. She tossed her head and tried to flee the cloying odor. It pressed closer to her so she could scarcely breathe. She opened her eyes.
The room was no longer dark. A soft, diffused light filled it and made it look like a purple glowing sunrise. Dee did not recall where she was at first, and she started up in surprise. She found she couldn't sit up, and her surprise became fear. She blinked and looked around.
She was still in the purple bedroom, and the memory of the hitchhiking and the rain came back to her. The house. The man. Then she saw him.
He was standing near the bed smiling down at her. Her confusion grew and she tried to get up again. Something was holding her down. She looked at her body. Instead of the lilac sheets and blanket, she was encased in a silk net, the purple threads crisscrossing her naked flesh like whip marks but holding her securely. She looked back at the man. He was still smiling.
"Good morning, my dear," he said softly.
She moistened her lips with a thick dry tongue. "What-" Her voice cracked and broke.
"Don't be afraid."
He had said that last night. It had been easier to believe him then, or was it that she'd been too tired to think? Her head ached slightly and she wasn't sure if it was still weariness or if it was the thick smell of the flowers that filled the room. Behind the man, she saw the banked tiers of lilacs in huge vases. She turned her head. Pots of lavender heavy-scented flowers stood on the table, dresser and nightstand. The whole room was filled with blooms. And she was caught in some crazy kind of net. She blinked, decided it was all still part of her dream. She closed her eyes and willed it away. Then she remembered the touch. Her eyes flew open. Had that been real like the scent, or had it been the hazy mist of sleep. She looked at the man.
He was still smiling. "You are a sweet child, a beautiful sweet child. I knew you would be right for the lilacs."
"Please." She forced out the single whispered word. His expression never altered. The smile might have been painted on his face, the eyes dabbed in more recently and the oil paint not quite dry.
Dee glanced quickly at the silky cords that held her nude body. "Why am I tied this way?" She pleaded with her eyes.
"Tied? Oh, the net." He laughed and it sounded almost like a giggle. Dee stared at him but he seemed not to notice. He stood looking at her with the fixed smile. He was wearing a robe. The deep purple fabric blended with the decor of the room as if it had been specially chosen. "You are my little butterfly." He waved a hand around at the room. "I caught you in my lilac garden."
Dee heard the words but they made no sense to her. Was he mad? She pulled at the cords again but they held her fast. The man giggled again. Panic filled Dee. He was mad, insane. And she was his captive! A sob tore from her lips.
"Please!" It was a scared whimper this time.
He leaned over the bed. "Don't be frightened, my lovely one. I will not hurt you."
The words terrified her. So did the almost glazed look in his eyes. Dee wondered how she could have thought he was kind and pleasant last night. Was he drunk? Or worse, high on dope? She almost hoped so, as if either choice would somehow be better than the pure madness she feared. She tried to look away but found it impossible. She dared not ignore him, could not. His face was only inches from hers. Then she felt it again. The touch.
It hadn't been a dream! His finger probed at her tit, poking the sunken nipple in its bed of coral. He watched it, smiling.
"Yes, how lovely." The fingers rubbed the sensitive straining flesh.
Dee tried to stop the reaction that began inside her but it refuted her logic. The breast stirred, the nipple became taut and then turgid, popping up as he stroked it. She had no control over it. Nor over the even stranger and more frightening sensation that arose in her body. It was like the dream. It was like the reality of Clyde last night. What was happening to her? She inched her body as far as the silken bonds would allow, but his hand held her. He cupped her tit now, lifting the weight, fondling the full youthfulness of the beautiful thing. He looked hypnotized, staring at the beauty of what he held.
"Beautiful little butterfly. Mine. Oh, how delightful to have you for my very own." He talked to himself, musing. His hand moved to her waist and on to the triangle of hair at her crotch. She tried to press her thighs together but it didn't stop him. His stabbing fingers slipped between the soft flesh and found the tender smooth wetness in the vulva. The instant flash of tingling warmth told her this too had happened before. While she slept, this man had done these same things to her. None of it had been a dream.
The fingers caught her clitoris and massaged it erotically. She quivered and gritted her teeth. She tired to think of something to say, some way to make him stop. There was nothing. He had shut her out, closed his mind to her pleas, his ears to her voice. She was caught in his web. A web of insanity.
As suddenly as he began, he stopped. He stood up and lifted his face, eyes closed, and sniffed the thick odor in the room. It startled Dee and frightened her. His unexpected actions were baffling, and added to her terror constantly. She felt very alone, very afraid. Was there anyone in the house with them last night...she concentrated. No, the house had been completely dark when they entered. There had been no sign of other occupants, no sign of life. He had spoken of no one. And she still didn't know his name.
He inhaled deeply and smiled. It was as if the scent of the flowers activated him in some way. He turned slowly and looked at her once more, the fixed smile still painted in place on his lips. He moved in slow motion. His hands went to his waist and undid the cord of the robe. The edges of the purple robe slipped open and Dee saw the white flesh of the man's body. Tight dark curls of hair covered his chest and drew her gaze downward. His abdomen was a little paunchy with a layer of fat that showed his age. But she did not look at it very long. Below it, a heavy mass of dark hair formed a frame for the sex equipment hanging beneath it.
Dee stared, unable to take her eyes from the penis. Her only knowledge of a man's body was the brief glimpse she had gotten last night of Clyde as he stood in the doorway. But this man was only three feet from her. And the room was light. She saw him completely and stared in fascination. The penis was thick and hung down over his scrotum like a pendulum. It looked soft and smooth, covered with a layer of loose skin that was drawn together over the tip like a purse string. The twin sacs behind it were like fat jowls. The hair from his chest continued down his body, thinner but in definite patterned lines until it met the dark thatch of the crotch. It ceased across the lines of his groin but picked up again on his thighs and down his legs.
Her gaze came back to the penis. He slid the robe back over his shoulders and down his arms. He dropped it over the foot of the bed and then stepped closer to her. He was still smiling.
Dee's mouth was very dry. She felt numb. The net was not tight around her, but she was aware of the smooth strands that held her body in place. She was even more aware of the heavy musky scent of the man who moved closer to her. He stood at the side of the bed right near her head. She wanted to turn away, look somewhere else, close her eyes, but she could not. The penis swayed with his motions and she watched it. She was looking right up into the tiny puckered circle of flesh where the foreskin was still drawn over the organ. It looked very soft, and she found it hard to believe that it might ever become a stabbing knife such as Clyde had thrust into her.
Lilacs. The odor was almost overpowering. It was all around her in the room, especially strong from the man's body. He was saturated with it.
He reached beyond her to the headboard of the bed. She tried to see what he did, but the jerking movement of the bed caught her off guard and she almost screamed. It felt as if part of the bed moved and she looked around frantically. It had not been imagination. The edges of the bed had folded down, dropped to a vertical position so that she was lying on a narrow strip of mattress. One foot slid sideways and she had to pull it back to the bed quickly lest it throw her completely off balance.
If the man noticed, he said nothing. He stood close to her still smiling inanely, still out of touch with reality. He was humming softly. He reached and touched another hidden switch. The bed rotated on an axis and put itself at right angles to its earlier position. Now Dee was frantic. Through the silk net, her fingers clutched the edges of the slab of mattress. She felt very insecure and trembled so violently that she feared tumbling to the floor. She rolled her eyes upward just in time to see the man come over her. He spread his legs and waddled around the narrow cot, one leg on either side of it, until his dangling, limp cock was at her head. He let it drag over her hair, forehead, then slap lightly at her nose. She turned her face, wild with fear and with the knowledge of what he planned. His hands came to the sides of her head and forced her face upright again. She was staring up into the dark crevice where his thighs and buttocks met in a dark haze of hair.
"Open your mouth," he said softly. Terrified, she could not. Her tongue was a heavy sandbag behind her teeth. "Do as I say."
There was something very deadly in his tone. Dee knew it would be dangerous to resist further. Slowly, she parted her lips and tried to moisten them with her tongue. It was like pouring sand on cotton.
The man made a small sound of satisfaction. He moved again. The penis swayed, flapped at her cheek, found the opening between her lips. It hung there a moment as he balanced himself carefully to the exact position he wanted. Dee closed her eyes and screwed them tight as if the action might somehow remove the deed, the horror of what was happening.
She felt the soft-skinned tip touch inside her mouth, to her tongue. It was incredibly smooth and without thinking she found herself pushing her tongue up to it. The circle of loose skin was a delightful warm hole for the tip of her oral organ, and she tried to touch the inside. The loose skin spread and then closed around her flicking tongue again. The man made a pleased sound. Dee's terror began to be replaced with a sensation of delight.
The thing in her mouth began to change. It was subtle at first, then much faster. The organ began to swell, thicken and fill her pursed lips. She felt the pressure on her teeth and opened her mouth wider to accommodate the new fullness. At the same time, the tiny pucker of loose foreskin was pulled tight over the bulging head. The circle stretched wide and the smooth bulge of the tip of his cock emerged and slid onto her tongue.
He bent forward slightly and she jumped with surprise as he once again put his hands to her crotch, probing into the thatch of pubic hair and finding her vaginal opening. He played with the clitoris and the wet folds of flesh. She sucked harder at the swollen organ in her mouth, enjoying the welcome moisture it now brought. The small dribble of fluid tasted warm but nice on her parched tongue. He pressed toward her and the cock went deep in her throat, pressing at the same time against the back of her tongue as it filled the small space. For a moment she couldn't breathe and she struggled to adjust her breathing pattern. She couldn't cry out, and the things he was doing now with his hands between her legs made her forget everything but the flood of pleasant sensations that stirred in her.
She tried to spread her legs but the net held her. For a second, the reminder almost panicked her. But his deft touch soon made her forget. He began to slide the fingers high inside her, stroking the wet, thick, juicy walls of her cunt with each motion. It was a curiously exciting feeling, yet soothing. She sighed and cradled the heavy cock in her lips, pulling at it with hard sucks. She could feel the ridge where the foreskin had backed to its ultimate stretch point. She ran her tongue under the overhang of the head, and discovered the silken untoughened skin. He twitched and murmured a pleased sound. Her tongue caught in a small web of skin that held the foreskin in place, and he twitched again.
"Yes, that's very nice, very nice, my dear." He talked to her as though she were a child who had given him a gift. He shoved his body down and the cock sank again to the hilt. His scrotum covered her nose and she was almost smothered by the smell of lilacs. He had bathed in the scent, and now it rose from his warming body like heady clouds of musk. Quite suddenly he pulled his hands from her cunt. She opened her eyes but she couldn't see anything but the dark-red hanging balls and the crevice of his ass with its thin layer of twining hairs. She felt his body move, the cock press harder into her eager mouth. She realized then that he had braced himself, for now he began pounding his sex organ in and out of her mouth with a frenzied need. She remembered the hard thrusting cock Clyde had driven into her cunt last night. She felt the familiar surge of wetness seep from her and dampen her thighs. She knew that she wanted to experience the wild feeling she had learned the night before.
But he was in her mouth. The thick column of rigid flesh speared in and out, hard on her tongue, probing and choking off her breath. She gasped and fought for air. The man was grunting and groaning as he heaved in and out of her mouth.
"Aaaggghhh!!!" He made the sound rise to fill the bedroom. It came muffled to Dee's ears and was promptly forgotten as something else happened to take its place. The penis exploded without warning. It shot out a thick spurt of semen to fill her throat and gag her. She couldn't fight it since he didn't slow his thrusts as the juice erupted from the tip of his organ. Instead, it seemed as though he forced the thick wad of fluid down her throat by sheer force, pumping it into her throat and down the long narrow tunnel. She gulped and swallowed quickly to keep from choking. The salty burning load carried the faint taste of lilacs. It seemed a very long time before he slowed his movements and finally stopped.
He stayed over her, letting his organ recede slowly and grow soft in her mouth. Unconsciously she continued to suck it. Her belly was a pit of fire. She had begun on the road to the excitement that led to orgasm, but he had stopped his play too soon. Now her torso quivered with desire, as she tried to coax the drained cock.
Abruptly, he pulled it from her mouth and stood up. Without a word, he waddled off the narrow bed. Dazed, she watched him pick up the robe from the footboard and carry it from the room with him. The door closed silently behind him. Once more she was alone in the lilac room. But now, she wished she weren't. Her whole body ached with need. She tried to pull her knees up to relieve the pressure in her belly, but she pitched dangerously close to the edge of the cot.
"Please!" she cried out loudly, but the door remained shut. Then she realized that she was actually asking for the man's return, begging for it. She wanted him! Wanted him like she had Clyde the night before. The horror of the thought hit her. What was happening to her? Twenty-four hours ago, she had been a virgin. Now she was full of lust, lust so strong that she was shaking all over.
Dee bit her lip until she could taste the salty blood. Then she began to cry.
3
She lost track of time as she lay on the narrow portion of the bed where the man had left her. The longer she lay, the more she was tortured by her own thoughts. The hot fire in her belly diminished some but would not go away. It confused her, and it made her afraid. She had fled from the apartment and her stepfather in panic only to put herself in even greater danger. It had been a mistake to accept the ride from the stranger last night, but how was she to know that? At the time it was offered it had seemed a godsend. Now it was a nightmare.
She looked at the silky web that bound her. It was some kind of a net, with strands about an inch apart. She tugged with her hands, twining her fingers around the strands she could grasp. Even when she pulled as hard as she could, the threads did not give. They only dug into her flesh and made welts, despite the softness and smoothness of the strands. In frustration, she gave up. She could move her hand and bring her arms up a few inches. Her legs bent at the knees, but she could only pull them apart a couple of inches. As long as she lay still, she was in no pain. The discomfort of having to lie flat on her back lest she roll off the cot was her only problem.
Except for her fear. What was the man going to do? He had already committed an unnatural sex act with her, or rather made her do it. Was she to become a plaything for him? She had heard vague tales in school of such things but she had never really believed them. They couldn't be true. New tears burned at her eyelids.
She looked around the purple and lavender room. Maybe she could stand up, hop to the door. Even roll across the floor. The bed on which she lay wasn't high and if she fell off, the jolt would not be serious. Carefully, she moved her feet and slipped them over the edge of the cot. When she got them over the side, she lifted her weight quickly and tipped sideways as she brought her shoulders up. For a moment she tottered on the brink of the bed, but then she caught her balance and was sitting on the edge. She smothered the cry of pleasure that came to her lips.
She moved her buttocks over the smooth sheet until she was perched on the bed with her legs straight in front of her. She felt the crosshatching strands of the net on her rump, pressure without pain. With her arms pinned to her sides, it was hard to keep her balance. She tried several times before she finally got to her feet. She almost pitched forward from the weight of her own body, but she hopped quickly and managed to stay upright.
She sighed with relief and looked around quickly. She was still alone in the room. There was no sign of her captor. She took a tentative hop forward to test her fettered legs. She was a little wobbly but she could move forward. She started her slow progress to the door.
When she finally reached it, she leaned against it and forced back the tears of relief. It had taken a long time to cross the room, but she had made it. She twisted sideways so she could grasp the doorknob with her hand through the net. She turned it. At first nothing happened and she had the horrible thought that the door was locked. She tried again, and this time she could feel the metal knob turn but slip along her palm. She gripped it tighter and tried again. She was rewarded with the knob turning and the latch clicking. She hopped back and pulled the door open.
The silence of the hall was oppressive. She held her breath and listened. The house seemed unnaturally quiet, hushed somehow rather than empty. She moved forward and halted in the doorway. She peered up and down the hall.
Several other doors stood open or partially so, and some were closed tight. The heavy carpet and the thick walls muted all sound. She looked up and saw the soundproof ceiling of acoustical tile. The entire house was designed to dampen any noises made. This meant that the man who had brought her here could be anywhere. There were no telltale sounds to act as clues to his whereabouts.
Dee's mouth went dry as her eyes searched the open doorways for signs of him. Nothing. It might be just as risky to start down the hall, but she could not stay here. Once more, the unknown was preferable to the horror of the past.
Very slowly, she made her halting jumping progress into the hall and toward the stairs. No one stopped her. There was no one around. The morning sun came through a high bank of windows along the side of the hall. Through them, she could see the thick green curtain of trees outside. She remembered then the lonely drive that had brought them here. They had passed no other houses, no lights. She had seen no towns, no cars, no stores. She realized with a start that she had no idea where she was! Even on the highway, she had been running blindly, without direction. She had been heading generally south, but beyond that she didn't have the faintest idea of where she was. She wasn't even sure now which direction she'd taken when she turned off the highway. And the rain had been so heavy and the night so dark, the twisting road could have taken her anywhere!
She stopped at the head of the steps. They looked very steep and long as she viewed them from the top. Carpeted, but still a long way down. She bit her lip and forced herself to look back over her shoulder again. The hall was still empty but she couldn't shake the strange feeling that she was being watched, that she was not alone. Only the flutter of leaves beyond the high windows gave any sign of life.
She looked at the stairs again. She angled her body until she was almost on her haunches, then fell to a sitting position on the hall floor near the top step. She stretched her legs out and down the first two steps. Awkwardly, she worked her way down the stairs, sitting on one step first and then bouncing to the one below it. She stayed close to the gleaming wood railing, pausing every few steps to lean against it and rest. Her heart was pounding wildly, and the dry taste of fear would not leave her mouth.
There was a wide landing halfway down and Dee had to thump her rear end across it. The soft sounds of her ass and the heels of her feet were like cannon shots in her ears. But the house stayed silent around her.
The second half of the flight seemed even longer than the first. She was almost crying by the time she finally felt the cool stone under her feet. She had made it! She had gotten to the ground floor! She leaned against the railing and sobbed silently. Then she pushed herself to her feet and looked around.
She remembered the table with the bowl and the huge mirror. She saw herself in it now and was shocked. Last night she had looked like a bedraggled waif, wet and dripping. Now she looked like some strange creature from mythology or a fantasy. Naked, her flesh showed obscenely through the scanty covering of the lavender net that encased her. He had called her a butterfly. She looked more like a trapped moth. Her face was clean and scrubbed-looking, and strangely it surprised her. Her hair, slightly messed, at least lay flat back from her face under the web. Her eyes were bright and glittering.
She looked away quickly. She did not want to see herself this way. It was terrible and she couldn't look.
She hopped across the marble floor to the front door. She closed her hand around the knob quickly and tried to open it. It didn't move. Frantically she tried again, gripping tightly and pulling with all her might. She could not budge it. She looked for a bolt but saw none. The door was locked with some hidden mechanism that she could not find. She whimpered and yanked as hard as she could on the locked panel. The tears she had been fighting back stung at her eyelids and spilled over. She had gotten this far only to be thwarted by the lock she couldn't find. She bit her lips and tried to blink away the tears that blurred her vision.
"Really, my dear, you might have been hurt coming down the stairs that way."
Dee whirled at the sound of the man's voice. He was standing behind her in the hall, near the foot of the steps, leaning casually on the banister as though he had been waiting for her. He was stark naked.
Dee fell against the door and wept openly and bitterly. The hopelessness of the situation overcame her and she knew she was helpless. The man came toward her.
"There, there, don't cry." He came close and put his arms around her, pulling her trapped form against his naked flesh. She could not escape his tight grip, and she felt the warm flesh of the man on her own. His sex organs were a pleasant pressure on her crotch. His plump torso was quivering against her firm belly and the high rise of her young breasts. Her face was at his neck and her own warm breath bounced from his skin and back to her face. She shivered, and he pulled her closer. The tears stopped as her fear rose.
He held her that way for a while before he finally moved back and looked into her face. "Come along, my little butterfly. We mustn't stand here. We must get you to the display room."
He kept his arm at her waist and urged her along as he walked at a slow pace down the hall. She had to make quick little hops in order to keep up with him, and only his arm around her kept her from falling over.
"Please," she cried softly. "What-who are you? Why have you done this to me?"
He looked at her with a frown. "Why, you know who I am! Don't play silly games with me, I'm a busy man."
"Oh, please, don't-"
"Hush now, my dear. Come along. You know how long it takes to get ready."
"I don't know what you're talking about! Please, who are you?" Her voice almost cracked with hysteria.
He didn't answer. He had stopped at another door almost at the end of the hall that led past the steps. He moved his hand over the wood panel and the carvings that decorated it. She heard a tiny click before he reached for the knob and swung the door open. He moved with her inside.
Dee froze with fear as he shut the door behind them and let go of her. She almost fainted. The room was lined with black velvet. Every wall, the entire ceiling, the floor was thick black velvet. She curled her toes into the deep pile and felt the rich softness. The lighting came from hidden recesses along the edges where the ceiling and walls met. It bathed the room in soft even light, spotlighting some places and merely illuminating the rest. Placed with precise care at various places on the walls were butterflies of every size, color and description. Dee had never seen anything like them in her life. She stared in wonder, and for a moment she forgot her terror.
The man walked past her without looking at her. He was suddenly preoccupied, intent on whatever it was he had come to do. With horror, she recalled his words. He was going to put her on display!! Was he going to kill her? Pin her to the wall like the creatures that were already there? She made a whimpering noise in her throat and fought back the tears that were too ready again. It was insane. He was insane. And there was no way she could escape!
The naked man busied himself with a length of velvet he took from a drawer in a table. The table itself was covered with black velvet and she had not even noticed it because it blended completely with the room. He tossed the material, holding the edges so it fanned down and covered the table top. He began to hum softly. He walked across the room, past her as though she were already a mounted lepidopterist.
Dee felt nausea rise in her throat to strangle her. She swallowed quickly and tried to think. If there were any windows in the room she could not see them. The only entrance or exit seemed to be the door behind her. She twisted her head and stared at it. There was no doorknob on this side! She thought about the way the man had moved his hand over the panel outside. Only a secret switch could open this door!
She heard the clink of metal and whirled to the man again. He had opened a cupboard, also covered in black velvet so it was not obvious to the unsearching eye. Now he turned back to the table with a handful of long metal pieces. Dee stared at them. Pins. Thick strong pins. Mounting pins. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Her breath came in shallow gasps that barely brought her enough oxygen. Her vision blurred and her head began to spin. The room grew black and she felt her knees buckle. She collapsed in a soft heap to the floor.
4
She came to very slowly. She was aware first of the gentle swaying motion. It was somehow frightening even though the movement itself was soothing. It was like being rocked, gently and carefully, back and forth. like lying in a gently rocking boat, soft waves slapping against the sides to keep it in motion. Or like floating...yes, that was it. like floating on a cloud. Flying. like a bird. Or a butterfly.
She jerked her head up and opened her eyes. The dreaded black velvet room still entombed her. She was looking down on it. With horror she realized that she was suspended in the air. Hanging in the room!
She screamed. The sound was loud in her ears but it was immediately soaked up by the velvet walls and ceiling and floor. It barely carried beyond the lavender net that still held her.
The net had been caught on a huge black hook above her head. The raised hook had pulled her in the net until her feet no longer touched the floor. She felt as if she were high in the air, but when she looked down she was actually only several inches above the floor. The man was still busy at his table. Her scream had not disturbed or perturbed him at all. He was intent on his work.
The black velvet he had gotten from the cupboard was spread evenly over a huge board now. He was tacking the edges to the back of it with a staple gun. The huge pins lay nearby on the table.
When the cloth was fastened to his satisfaction, he turned it up and propped it against the edge of the table. It was taller than he and wide enough for his outstretched arms.
You know how long it takes to get ready. He was getting ready to mount her on the board as one of his specimens. And while he worked, he had strung her up to keep her out of the way. Through her fear she heard the dull monotonous throb of her head. Her blood pounded in it like a hammer.
When he turned and looked at her, it was even worse. Her heartbeat became erratic, pounding, skipping, racing. She had never faced death before, and she was scared.
The man smiled. "Ah, ready at last, my dear."
With amazement, she saw that his sex organs had grown turgid as he worked. His cock was a stiff ramrod jutting outward from his swaying balls. He seemed not to notice.
He walked past her and suddenly the net began to lower. She couldn't see what he had done, but no sooner did her feet touch the floor that she felt his hands on her, caressing her naked flesh under the web. He reached to her head and unfastened the catch that held the net tight at the top. It slithered down her length and fell to the floor in a lilac pool around her feet. His hands were on her again, touching, testing the flesh, gentle yet sure. He cupped her breasts from behind, and she felt the hot wet tip of his prick sear her thighs in back. He pushed it forward until it slid between her legs. She could feel the hot full pressure almost on her crotch, and she dared not move.
She could see his huge hairy hands on her breasts. They were like giant spiders crawling over her white flesh. She wanted to scream again, but she could aot. She could only stand and let him do with her what he would. The strength in his grip told her it would be of no use to struggle. Besides, there was no way out of the room. No way from the house.
"Come along," he said softly almost at her ear. He pushed her slightly so she had to move forward. It was the first time her feet had been free since she'd wakened, and the shock of walking again sent tingling pins and needles through her legs. He led her to the black board he had propped against the table. He positioned her in front of it and looked at her with a speculative eye. He was measuring her against it, making sure she would fit!
He began to hum again, concentrating on his project with a special kind of madness. He lifted one of her arms and moved it to a horizontal position on the board. The pressure of his hand indicated that she should hold the position. He did the same thing with the other arm and she stood like a crucified victim. Her nerves jangled and the fingers of her outstretched hands began to tingle and numb. She stared at the man as he moved about and looked at her. Finally, he nodded, satisfied with his handiwork.
"Yes, that will do nicely. Very nicely." He stepped back and narrowed his eyes as he inspected his work one more time.
Dee forced herself to stand still. Her stomach was a tight knot of fear, her entire body trembled and quivered. Her mind blanked.
Still humming, the man took her hand and drew her away from the black velvet board and pushed her aside almost brusquely. She stumbled and almost fell. He didn't notice. He had picked up the board and was carrying it to one side of the room. He set one edge on the floor and held it while his free hand roamed the velvet covering and found another invisible switch on the wall. A low platform, also black velvet, came out of the wall. He lifted the board onto it, fiddling with something she could not see. She looked at his bent figure, his round buttocks thinly covered with dark hair, his hanging scrotum visible in the inverted V formed by his legs. Her mouth went dry again, and she felt a strange pain in her belly.
When he turned back to her, he smiled. "Come, my dear. We're ready."
She stared, unable to move. He frowned and looked annoyed.
"Over here, now we must get to work. Come." He made an impatient gesture with his hand.
Still she could not move. Her fear rooted her to the spot, her legs were heavy and numb, her body paralyzed.
He sighed heavily. With quick strides, he moved to her and grabbed her arm. Roughly he pulled her over to the platform and his board. His fingers were tight on her wrist, and he forced her down onto the black velvet. He shoved her until she was centered on the board to his satisfaction. She looked up at him with terror-stricken eyes.
"Yes, that's good." He was talking to himself, not even looking at her face. He was concerned with her as a thing to be displayed, an addition to his collection. His eyes glittered with what she now knew was madness. And she was his prisoner.
He walked to the table and came back with the long pins he had taken from the cupboard earlier. She bit her Up. Her plea came without plan.
"Don't please don't!" It was a hoarse whisper in the padded room. Her gaze followed him as he leaned over her and once more began to position her arms as he had before. When he had done this, he inspected her figure, then moved her legs so they too were splayed to his liking. He stepped back and looked, moved forward again and forced her arms upward slightly. She felt like a giant X on the black velvet.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a frightened voice.
He ignored her, smiling at nothing in particular and going about his work with obvious pleasure. He bent over the platform and selected one of the big pins, laying the others aside carefully. He touched her hand, moving it just a fraction.
She whimpered. "Please! Oh, please! Don't!" Panic filled her and beat inside her wildly.
He looked surprised, as if he had just realized she was speaking to him. "My dear, you know everything must be just so. Whatever is wrong with you?" He sounded as though he were chiding a naughty child.
Dee bit her lip and fought back the tears and sobs that were fast building up inside her. He slid the pin along the inside of her arm in search of the spot he wanted. She closed her eyes and waited for the stabbing pain that would tell her he had begun.
It did not come. Faintly she could feel his movements and the smoothness of the metal pin, but there was no pain. She opened her eyes and glanced at him. He was pushing the pin into the board near her wrist. Not into her flesh, she realized with such relief that she almost laughed. She had imagined a horror that did not exist. His face was strained as he put his weight behind his push and drove the sharp point of the pin through the black cloth and into the board beneath it.
He stood up, panting slightly from his exertion, then moved to the other side of the platform and repeated the operation at her other hand.
He moved to her feet then, placing the pins close to her ankles. She lay very still, frightened and waiting. Her mind began to clear a bit. It seemed now as though he would not waste all this time if he were planning to kill her. Reason, which had deserted her before, began to take over again. No, he would not wait this long if his main thought was death for her. What then? She looked at him.
And in that moment she knew. He had never planned to kill her. That thought had been a figment of her fear and imagination. He wanted only to keep her captive. To have her. His jutting penis, swollen and full, told her all too well his purpose! He was going to take her sexually again.
Her mind accepted the idea numbly. She tried to feel fright again but couldn't. Maybe it was the relief of escape from death; maybe it was the swelling pressure in her own belly. Something, pleasant and warm stirred inside her. She watched his sex organs as he moved around the room, picking up several lengths of purple silk cord from the cupboard where he'd gotten the black velvet cloth before. He came back with them and smiled.
She knew what he was going to do before he began tying her wrists and ankles to the pins. She lay very still and let him get on with it. From time to time as he bent over on the low platform, the tip of his probing cock brushed on her flesh. She found the sensation somehow exciting and pleasant. Her belly was still warm and tight, and she could feel the dampness between her legs.
He pulled the cords tight but they did not hurt. The smooth silken cords reminded her of some that had once held back curtains in an apartment she and her mother had shared. Before Clyde came into their lives. Clyde...Her uterus tightened and she stared at the heavy jutting cock of the man with no name who was finishing the last rope at her ankle.
He stood up then and rubbed his hands together, pleased at his accomplishment. He smiled at her.
"There, that's better. We are making progress, my dear." His voice was still soft and caressing, like it had been last night when he coaxed her to take the shower and rid herself of her wet clothes. She recalled the soggy heap of clothing she'd dropped on the bathroom floor and wondered what had become of her things.
It didn't matter. She knew she would not need them for a long time...if ever.
"My little lilac butterfly," he said very softly. "Yes, you are perfect." He turned and walked to the door slowly. He pressed the hidden switch and the door opened. She glimpsed the hall outside and felt the surge of moving air sweep over her naked, outstretched body. He vanished along the corridor, and she lay waiting to see what would happen next. Instinct told her that he would be back soon. With--?
She waited.
He came back with lilacs. Both arms stretched to grasp the thick bundle of flowers he carried. Below the purple sheaf of blooms, his naked lower torso was a pale blur, an outline for the deep red of his swollen and throbbing sex organs. It was as if the flowers had added to his excitement, his need and lust. She couldn't take her gaze from the thick throbbing organ. Saliva began to flow in her mouth as she remembered the heady taste of the thing this morning when he straddled her on the bed upstairs. She tried to erase the thought, but it was too strong, too vivid, too demanding.
He came to her. With a smile, he dropped the lilacs on the board between her outspread legs. Without a change in expression, he began to pull the fragrant flowers from their stems, dropping them on her naked body indiscriminately. She felt the soft petals flutter on her flesh, slip and slide or take hold in her pubic hair or on her skin. Her breath came fasten He tossed a handful of purple flowers over her naked tits. The motion of her chest made them slither off and catch in the deep valley between the twin mounds.
He smiled at her and at the growing blanket of delicate lavender that began to cover her. She saw the gleaming tip of his cock, glistening now with dampness as his pre-seminal fluid began to ooze as his erection strained. The foreskin that had hidden the tip earlier was already completely pulled back to expose the ridge of slick, shiny skin that was almost the same shade as the flowers he tore apart. Along the length of his cock, she could trace the erratic path of the blood vessel that led to the bulging head. She watched its pulse beat, and again became very aware of the feelings growing inside her own body. This time, she knew what they were. She wanted him. She wanted sex. Her mind blotted out any shame as the desire became stronger and more physical. She moistened her lips with her tongue and wondered how long he would play his games before he took her.
Now, her body cried. She wanted him now.
When he had stripped all the stems of their blooms, he pushed aside the leaves and debris, letting them fall to the floor. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that was now heavy in the air. His penis jerked like a whip. Dee's breath caught in her throat. A small animal sound escaped her lips.
The man smiled and looked at her. "Little butterfly," he murmured. He moved along the side of the board on which she lay. He knelt on its edge, just below her unstretched arm. He stared at her, mouth open, lips moist and red. She could see the inviting wetness of his tongue behind the perfectly even teeth. He leaned forward.
The cock was so close she imagined she could smell the musky male odor of it through the scent of lilacs. He leaned closer, and the incredible smooth skin of the cockhead touched her arm, moved toward her shoulder. She shivered and gasped.
He moved slowly arid deliberately then, playing his new game, teasing her with his hard organ. It skimmed up her arm, under it. She gasped as he poked forward and let it score into her armpit for a moment. Then he trailed it along the rib cage and to her breast. He kept moving, stabbing lightly into the pale globe and making shivers race through her. Then he reached the summit of the peak, and the wet oozing tip prodded the dormant nipple in its coral bed.
He sighed and poked hard into the soft corrugated flesh. Dee held her breath. Her excitement was taking her over completely. Her breasts rose and fell in rapid motion as she tried to strain toward him. He crawled onto the board and once more straddled her. This time he placed his knees at either side of her waist and fell forward with his hands at her shoulders. Only the dribbling prick touched her flesh. He dragged it over her flat naked belly, between her slightly damp, swollen tits. The nipples strained mightily now, pushing up from the slippery coating of lilac blossoms. As he drew his sensuous patterns on her, the tiny blossoms moved in the wake of his prick. He watched the white nude flesh come into view and smiled, pleased with each line he drew. Then, frowning, he started again, erasing the lines with the same cock and drawing new ones instead. He grinned as he watched his own designs form and reform.
"Ooo." The cry came from Dee and it surprised her. She had not admitted fully to herself that her body was hot with throbbing lust. Now she could feel the tension in her groin, the pressure in her belly, the heat suffused through her entire body. She pulled at the bonds that held her and tried to force her body closer to the man, to pull up her crotch and force him to sink the throbbing sex organ between the wet pleading folds of her vagina. She wanted to have the hot hard pressure of his male organ inside her, as she had enjoyed Clyde the night before. It seemed so very long ago...and she quivered with need.
"Please," she whispered to him. "Please...do it...ooo."
He glanced at her as though she had interrupted his train of thought. He looked mildly surprised, as though he had forgotten she was there.
"What?"
"Please...I want it...."
"Little butterfly." He went back to his patterns in the lilac blooms. His cock played over her flesh, teasing and tempting but staying away from the wet haven that cried for him. She wriggled and strained at the silky cords that held her fast to the pins.
He moved his body down until his feet touched her outspread legs. He turned and put one knee between her thighs and began working his way down the leg with the tool he used for his designs. She felt the sticky trail of drying fluid it left along her flesh, and she bit her lip in frustration. Her whole body shivered and quaked now. She could not deny the hot lust that was consuming her, making her pant for air, throb with need. Her vagina had acquired a pulse of its own, and she felt the heavy beat make the sensitive muscles pound and twitch. She tried to still them by tightening her rectal and vaginal muscles, but the pressure that put on her clitoris made her whimper with fresh desire.
And still he played his tantalizing game. When he reached her foot, he bent and kissed her toes and ankle. Then he slid over the black velvet and started up her other leg. She thought she would go out of her mind.
She tried to figure out why he was doing these things, but there was no rational answer. She could not think clearly through the haze of passion that clouded her mind. Even if she had, she wasn't sure she understood the strange workings of the man's sexual aberration. It had begun last night, but she had not been clever enough to catch on then. It had begun when he watched her shower, put her to bed so gently. She should have suspected then, but her weariness and helplessness had lulled her to sleep. And now, she was caught in his web, trapped in his madness. More than that, she was snared in her own lust, unleashed by her stepfather last night and now a growing monster she could not control. She wanted to feel this man's thick column of flesh inside her, feel it slide up into the damp warm haven that was open to it. He trailed the cock up her leg through the lilac petals.
"Please," she begged again as he teased endlessly.
He glanced at her and smiled. "What is it you want?"
The stark question startled her and she had to force her answer out. Incredible, almost insane to her own ears, she said, "I want you to take me. Ohhh, please, put it in me. I want it...inside...now!"
The smile widened on his face, pulling his lips taut over his teeth. He looked like a grinning Cheshire cat. For a moment she thought he was going to leave as he leaned back slightly and regarded her anew.
His thick red glistening tongue speared across his lips. "Say it again." When she didn't speak immediately, he frowned slightly. "Say it again." His body thrust and the cock stabbed at the soft flesh of her thigh. "Say it!" It was an order.
"Please, do it. I want you to-" She stopped, unable to use the coarse words she had never uttered before, only seen written on washroom walls.
He leered at her. "Go on, say it! Tell me you want to be fucked."
The room was silent except for her heavy breathing and the soft hiss of air between his clenched teeth. He twitched and the tip of his cock seared her flesh like a red-hot poker.
She looked at him and it was hard to focus her eyes. She gulped the thick saliva that filled her mouth. She wet her lips.
"I want to be fucked, "' she said, and her body strained toward him.
5
The man grinned at her, his smile tight across his very white teeth, his face lined with deep furrows at the sides of his mouth. His skin seemed to hang loose from his jaw bones as he leaned forward and swept his deep-red tongue over his lips.
"You want to be fucked," he whispered the words back at her. They seemed to delight him, somehow excite him. She glanced down at the jutting sex organ between his hairy thighs. The penis was a javelin of hard glistening flesh. She saw the tiny bead of fluid form at the crack in the head, ooze out and dribble over the silky red skin. "You want to be fucked," he said again.
She nodded, unable to control the pain in her belly, the pain he had created with his sex play. He had teased her to heat, and now she wanted him, she wanted to feel the hard flesh penetrate her body and ease the pain. She bobbed her head in quick bursts of motion, saying softly, over and over, "Yes, yes, yes."
He giggled and looked almost child-like with glee. His huge hands went around her tits and began to massage them with fervent strokes. The nipples were turgid buds, threatening to pop with excitement.
"Please...." she begged.
"Of course, my little one...I will give you what you want...I want you to be happy
Still he did not make his move to enter her. He played with her tits, stroked her shoulders, her arms. He bent forward and began to kiss her flesh, at her neck first, working his way down over the high rise of her breasts, catching the hard pips of her nipples between his lips and sucking them before going on to her belly. He circled his tongue at her navel and swept it across her abdomen with huge licking motions.
Dee tugged at her bonds and tried to force her body closer to his. Always, his dripping heavy cock was barely in reach, always it moved from her flesh, refusing the portals she offered.
She thought she could hear him laughing softly, but it was hard to tell. His tongue was at her cunt now, the thick oral member spearing between the hairy folds and searching for the erotic flesh. It caught the tiny hard outcropping of her clitoris. His teeth clamped around it gently but firmly and began to nibble at it.
Dee twisted and pulled down on the ropes at her wrists. She couldn't stand the mounting pressure and excitement in her guts. He was driving her crazy-crazy with lust.
She whimpered and gasped. Then she cried out loud. "Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!!!"
He brought his head up from between her legs as though he had once more become aware of her as more than a tasty morsel for his tongue. He turned and smiled. Without a word, he swung his body into position over her spread legs and came down slowly. His cock speared toward her, and she watched it wide-eyed and eager.
"Yes...yes!!!"
It breathed across her flesh. She felt the heat of it close to her, meeting her own body heat. Then he moved and it touched her.
For a moment her breath refused to move out of her lungs. The jolt of lightning that coursed through her torso consumed her, and she quivered...waiting...wanting.
He moved again. The tip seared at her vulva. She still held her breath. The smooth-skinned organ slipped between the heavy damp folds, kindling new fires and desire. She eased her body upward, away from it. He looked startled for a moment then pressed harder to her and made a small entrance between the folds of flesh.
She let her breath out in a huge gasp and jammed her body down as far as the silk cords would let her move. The quick motion took him by surprise but it delighted him. His cock was far inside her, impaled by her sudden move.
She felt the hard pressure fill her, warm her, overheat her. It brought instant recall of the night before, of Clyde and his forced entrance and jabbing demands, of the heat and pleasure her body had experienced. She tipped her head and whipped her hair out of her eyes and looked at him.
His eyes were very wide and glittering now. She had captured his complete interest, drawn his fantasies to the reality of her lusting flesh. His cock swelled and he began to move inside her, rhythmically...in and out, harder and faster. She felt the hard swelling excitement of his prick in her cunt. She felt her own response to it, building and overheating. She could hear the wet smacking sound as he pummeled his body into her. His eyes were glazed and almost vacant.
It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the hot heavy need in her that demanded relief. Once again she felt the quick warning as all her muscles jolted to readiness and set off her climax. It swept over her, building in intensity with each hard push he drove into her, soaring to summits of violence and forcing her to gasp and shiver as she tried to capture the instant of joy. The pressure built, defying her for the moment, taking her to new heights of womanhood. It was like floodwaters behind a dam, steady but churning and beating for release.
The man made a deep guttural sound in his throat and slammed his cock into her. She felt it tug at some inner muscle, strain it and finally force it open. The head of the swollen and throbbing prick forced inside the tiny opening like a ramrod. It was all Dee needed. The extra spurt of excitement rocketed her passion to its limits and pushed her over the brink of orgasm. It came swiftly and violently.
"Aaaggghhh!!!" The cry was torn from her, coming from deep inside the swirling passion that engulfed her. Her hips rose and fell with his thrusts, pulling at his rigid, pumping organ, taking its fill from its spearing head. Her entire body overheated, poured out the boiling lava of need, came . . .
She rode the high wave of lust and excitement, unaware of anything but the intense sense of fulfillment he gave her. Her vaginal muscles twitched and throbbed, pulled at him, increased pressure and captured pleasure. It was a very long time before the taut orgasm began to release her and she floated on a wave of delight. It was then she realized that he was still hard inside her. There had been no spurt of hot semen, as Clyde had ejaculated into her. The man had not come.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was still slightly dazed-looking, smiling at her, far off in his own ecstatic limbo. His hips still beat in the quick, steady rhythm of the pumping desire, and his cock speared in and out of her cunt, driving and thrusting with heavy need.
Quite suddenly, she realized that she was tensing again. Her body was becoming aroused, new desire already building on the ebbing tide of the first one. The thought startled her but at the same time thrilled her. She was going to come again. She could already feel the hard pressure of desire in her uterus, the warning flow of new secretions. He stabbed into her, hard and fast.
Dee could find no words to tell him of the new feelings that crowded her body and mind. She had not known that such wonderful pleasure could be repeated, enjoyed for more than the first quick thrust of man into woman-as Clyde had done. No matter how degrading that first sexual experience had been, Dee knew now that Clyde had opened a new door of life for her. Her body was no longer that of a child. Her schoolgirl days were too far behind her now, she was a woman. A lusting heaving, panting woman.
"FUCK ME!" It was the cry of a woman.
The man smiled again and slammed his flesh inside her hole with hard slapping sounds. Dee climbed and reached the summit of excitement, dove over it into another orgasm. A very long and very nice and very hot one. The Shockwaves were like those of a huge earthquake, washing through her over and over again, filling her with tremors of pleasure, waves of delight.
And still he was hard and thrusting in her. His cock was still a piercing javelin! She could hardly believe it. The smooth silky sheath with its iron core jabbed in and out of her cunt, easing her slowly from the crest of the heady wave of excitement but never quite releasing her.
The third orgasm surpassed the first two. Dee was crying out in pagan joy, putting the delight of her body into her moaning voice.
"Aaaggghhh!!! Ooohhh!!! Yeeesss!!! Yeeesss!!!"
The sweltering tornado of passion caught her and whirled her in its center until she was dizzy with it, swimming in its black velvet pool of comfort, enjoying its filling warmth. Everything was driven from thought but the delightful satisfaction that poured through her. Her belly was white-hot liquid steel one moment and then a soothing balm the next. Her entire torso throbbed to the rhythm of the man's cock inside her. The climax was prolonged and pleasant, wild and wonderful.
Dee heard her own breath rasp in throaty sighs, erratic and panting. She could no longer even wonder at the myriad sensations that thrilled her and held her in their grasp. She forgot the frightened girl who had awakened to find herself in this room, forgot that she was a prisoner, bound securely to the black velvet board like a giant butterfly. She forgot everything but the male body that was bringing her such pleasure. She gasped, and felt the hard prick slither between her labia again. He was still moving in her, slowly now, but still swollen and hard. She could feel the ridged tip of the cock pull gently over her vaginal entrance, then shove back again. She was sure she could feel the loose folds of foreskin slip and slide as he fucked into her. She knew she could feel the heady sensation of warm cunt juice lathering his movements. Her mind was foggy but dimly aware that he was still rigidly hard in her, probing and digging in the pulpy wet flesh of her vagina. Dimly she wondered how long the ecstasy would last...how long would he continue to fuck her?
She was his prisoner...how long?
She felt the hot rise of lust fill her still another time as her uterus gripped tightly for its pre-climactic warning. She moaned, unable to cry out words any longer...moaned and thrashed her bound body into the stabbing shaft of erotic flesh he offered her. And she came-in a long delightful wave of joy.
She lay limp and helpless. It was some time before she realized that his motion had stopped. She opened her eyes and saw that he was backing off her. Slowly he pulled his rigid organ from her body. She whimpered at its loss, wanting it to stay, wanting more of its wonder and pleasure. She arched her back and tried to retain it in her flesh as long as possible. But he was out.
He stood up and looked down at himself. His eyes widened as though it pleased him to see how stiff and long his cock was. He mumbled something under his breath but Dee could not make out the words. Her pulse was still pounding like a hammer in her brain.
The man looked at her then and smiled. His words were clear this time. "Now it's my turn, my dear."
Before she realized what he was doing, he moved up near her face and once more crawled atop her. The huge jutting prick speared toward her face and without conscious thought she opened her mouth. When the slimy organ touched her lips then her tongue, she recoiled slightly. She could taste the strange, heady flavor of her own cunt juice on him and the strong overriding promise of semen. She tried to reject the organ but he stabbed down with sudden pressure. It drove the cock into her mouth, back against her tongue so she could hardly breathe. She gagged but the pressure did not let up. He pressed deeper and she grew dizzy as her oxygen was cut off completely. For one insane moment, she thought he was trying to kill her. Then he pulled back and the choking pressure let up. She had time to adjust her breathing around the pushing and pulling prick that dove in and out of her throat.
Her mouth and throat were filled with him. Above her, she heard the muted sound of his pleasure as he sighed and groaned with each stroke. The swollen, bulging cock moved in a steady rhythm as he forced her to suck him off. Her saliva flowed freely as the taste of him excited her anew. She pressed her lips and tongue along the length of the slippery organ. She felt the ridges, the bulging full head, the tiny slit at the end, the smooth skin . . .
The cock swelled even more and she knew he was ready to ejaculate his load into her throat. She remembered the hot demanding sensation this morning on the cot upstairs. It made her belly tense with anticipation and passion. She tried to draw her knees up, and was forced to remember the cords that held her ankles. She whimpered but the sound was lost in the prodding cock in her mouth.
"Suck it! SUCK IT!!!" The man's shriek startled her and her mouth tightened around him. Her lips and tongue suckled the heavily loaded weapon ferociously. She dragged at it with all her might. He screamed again.
"Get ready, baby-HERE IT IS!!!" In that instant, his love juice spurted out in a wild orgasm. The thick sludge of semen filled her mouth and throat, choking her and oozing up into her nasal passages before she could swallow. She gulped the heavy slime quickly, forcing it to clear her breathing passages and feeling its seeping warmth all the way down to her stomach.
And still he came. The flow seemed endless. She gulped and swallowed continually as the pile driver cock jammed into her mouth and refilled it. After what seemed a very long time, he slowed his motions and she felt the prick diminish in size. It lost its tight fullness and began to go limp. Looking up, she saw his loose scrotal sacs above her face. As he pulled out, she saw and felt the relaxed organ leave her mouth.
She watched as he climbed off her once more and stood at the side of the black velvet board. Unconsciously, she licked her lips and caught up the last traces of his semen that clung to them.
He seemed to have forgotten her already. He turned away and picked absently at the lilac blossoms that had fallen to the velvet. He dropped a handful of them back onto her perspiring body where they stuck fast. He smiled absently.
"Very nice. Yes, the others will like my new specimen. Yes, indeed. I must call them at once." He giggled and turned away. The look in his eyes was something that Dee had never seen before. She watched his retreating naked figure as he went out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. Once, he glanced back. She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but no words came out.
From the doorway, he smiled and smothered a silly giggle.
He's mad! she thought. No one but a madman would carry on this way.
He spoke again. "Yes, I must call the others. I must share my great discovery with them."
He was gone then, past the doorway, out of her line of vision. Dee looked after him in horror.
He was a madman all right...and she was his prisoner! What was he going to do? Who were "the others" he mentioned?
She shivered with dread. Quite suddenly, she was cold. The pleasure her body had known so fully vanished in the racking chill that shivered through her.
6
Dee lay on the black velvet board and waited. Her body, damp with perspiration, grew clammy and cool. She shivered and fear filled her. The sticky secretions of her own body seeped from her cunt and dribbled onto the board under her. She could feel the moisture on her buttocks each time she moved.
Time passed and she had no way of judging it. The minutes dragged by with only the sound of her breathing to mark them. She strained to listen to any sounds from other parts of the house but there were none. Her arms and legs grew cramped and she tried to ease the pressure by stretching them and then relaxing. It worked for a short time, but they soon cramped again.
And still the man did not return. Where had he gone? And who were "the others" he had mentioned? What were they going to do to her?
Dee bit her lip as she thought of the things that had changed her life so drastically in the past few hours. Had it only been yesterday that she had gone to school and her job at the drive-in? It hardly seemed possible. She thought of her mother...The woman's sudden death had been the trigger for the changes that occurred. Dee and her mother had never been close. The past six years, since the death of Dee's father, her mother had worked. They had never had much money, and life was an endless circle of hand-to-mouth living. The girl and the woman went their separate ways, with only the contacts that everyday living brought them. They had no camaraderie, no close mother-daughter relationship. They existed, living in the same apartment, without ties. Even before the death of her father, Dee's attitude toward her mother had been cool. The woman was not a demonstrative or affectionate person. She was bitter in the loveless marriage from which she didn't have the courage to escape. Dee's father had traveled, some kind of a salesman. Even as a small child, Dee was aware of the constant bickering and quarreling that marked each of his homecomings. He died in some city halfway across the country, and Dee's mother had never explained the circumstance to the ten-year-old child he left behind. As she grew older, it never occurred to Dee to ask. It was as if they had built a wall around the past, a wall that could not be broken down.
Then Clyde Orville came into their lives. Dee didn't know where her mother had met him or how long they had known each other before the arrival of the man in the apartment and his introduction to her as her stepfather. He was simply there. A big, burly, rough man who barely spoke to her but whose eyes followed her constantly. Engrossed in her own problems. Dee had not thought about it until last night.
She pulled against the smooth silky bonds that held her to the board. Clyde Orville had been eyeing her with lust for six months, she knew that now. Last night, he had his opportunity and took her. Now she was a captive because she had tried to run from him.
Was it her own guilt that bothered her now? She couldn't help the things that had happened. They had not been of her choosing, and there was no way she could stop her body from responding. She was ashamed of the things she had done and that had been done to her...but she was helpless.
She heard voices then and lifted her head to look toward the door. Men's voices, deep and rumbling. A hearty laugh...a throaty rumble that was almost a growl.
She saw them then. Three men. Her captor and two others. They had come.
And they were all naked.
Dee stared at the three undressed male bodies. They entered the doorway and stood a moment inspecting her. Their eyes roamed over her displayed body as though they were discovering a new breed of butterfly.
That was what the man had called her...little butterfly...and he had pinned her to this board...she was his new addition to his collection . . .
Dee looked at the newcomers. One was an elderly man with white hair that was thinning over the dome of his head. The sparse hair on his chest was also white, and the patch around his sex organ almost invisible against his pale skin. His organ was small and looked shriveled, lying against his gnarled scrotum. His legs were thin and spindly, his knees bony.
The other man was the youngest of the three. He looked about thirty, with fair hair and very blue eyes set deep in his fair-skinned face. His eyelashes were invisible and made his face look indistinct and washed out. He was tall and thin, with wide shoulders that were slightly stooped. His narrow waist and hips were a triangle leading to the incredible cock between his thighs. Dee stared...and felt the twinge begin in her belly. The man's penis was long and thick, like a heavy rope lying over the huge corrugated sacs of his scrotum. It resembled a thick snake, waiting in repose, needing only to be startled to life, to wiggle toward her. Dee's mouth went very dry and she tried to coax saliva to it by swallowing quickly and running her tongue over her teeth and lips.
"You see, my friends, I told the truth. There she is. My lilac butterfly."
The old man peered at her nearsightedly, moved closer to the black velvet board and looked down at her. His eyes were dark and watery. He blinked them often as though trying to clear his vision for a better look at her. He put out his hand and touched the tip of her breast gently, flicking at the nipple and watching it rise to rigid attention. He smiled, and she could see the look of pleasure in his face.
"Yes, Andrews, my friend, you spoke the truth. She is a rare find. Beautiful....simply beautiful." He cupped his leathery hand around her tit and squeezed it fondly.
Dee watched in terror but at the same time felt the straining pull of excitement in her body. She could not turn it off. She knew without being told that these men planned to have and use her body, enjoy her flesh, find their satisfaction with her. There was no other explanation for their presence, their nudity, their frank interest. The idea appalled yet excited her. She could not deny the feeling of need inside her. Lust. Could she honestly call it anything else? She forced her thoughts away from the guilt that hovered beyond her conscious mind.
The young man moved to the opposite side of the table and smiled down at Dee. His pale eyes looked misty and the lids fluttered like a bird. He was good-looking, but in a strange faded way. His smile was like that of a child, a pleased boy who was being allowed to try some new flavor.
Dee felt a cold trace of dread go through her. There was something very strange about the trio, and she was frightened. Were they all mad? She looked from one face to another. They were staring at her. She felt like a butterfly impaled on a pin for their scrutiny. She squirmed but the cords held her feet and hands to the board in their outstretched positions. The young man moved a few steps farther down so he was staring at her crotch. His smile widened.
"Yes, Russell," he said turning to his host. "She is all you said...and more. Can we begin?"
The dark man who had tied her nodded. "Of course. As long as she is in that position, would you like to be first, Holland?"
The young man nodded, his eyes glittering. He turned to Dee's body and bent over it. Dee stifled the cry that came quickly to her lips. What was going to happen?
The blond man touched her pubic hair. At first, his fingers were light on her, a mere flutter that did not brush her skin. She shuddered and held her breath. The fingers moved into the thick-lipped folds of her vagina, probing gently at first then more insistently. She trembled as he fingered the wet. loose flaps of flesh and began playing with them. He bent far over her, his head close to her thighs, his gaze on her private parts. Without raising her head, she could see the rapt expression on his face, the concentration in his look. Again she thought of the dead butterfly on display.
While the blond man busied himself, the other two stood by and watched him as they continued their conversation.
"Where did you find her, Andrews?" the old man asked.
Russell Andrews smiled. "On the highway, wet and bedraggled. You would not have recognized her, Jason. Oh, she was a pitiful thing. But once I brought her here and warmed and dried her, she blossomed into the lovely thing she is. Yes, she is delightful. Lovely." He rubbed his hands together and looked at the girl and the man who was handling her. "What do you say, Holland?" he asked the blond man, who looked up with a smile.
"Yes, lovely." He turned his attention back to the girl's cunt quickly. He did not like being disturbed. He took the thick red lip of flesh between his fingers and rubbed it. It was silken and moist, a flower petal of flesh. He carefully wiped away the white accumulations of her sex juices where they had collected between the layers of erotic flesh. His fingers traced slow, firm patterns as the girl squirmed.
Dee was totally aware of the man's contact. She watched his bent form, the rapt expression on his face as he felt her. Her breathing became faster as the fingers probed in sensitive areas and she felt tremors of passion radiate from them. Her cunt began to secrete new juices and wet itself thoroughly. The man felt it too, and his fingers worked up between the flaps of her vulva and into the vagina. Dee sighed and caught her lower lip between her teeth.
He scoured his fingers inside the wet hole, testing and feeling each inch of flesh, slipping and sliding in the warm wetness. Dee felt the growing pressure higher in her belly-the pressure of excitement and passion. She closed her eyes and thought about the hot pleasure she had when the man-Russell Andrews-had slipped his heavy organ inside her and fucked her. She wanted to be fucked again!
She opened her eyes and looked at the blond young man. He was still concentrating on what he was doing. She let her glance move down his curved body. He was partially turned from her, but she could still see his heavy cock. The golden cock dangled over his balls, and as he played with her, it began to grow in length and diameter. It had been impressive in size when limp; now it was fantastic. It grew, even as she watched it. It twitched, sprang up, became firm. The end of it swelled against the drawstring of foreskin, pulling it taut, stretching it to its limit, and finally forcing it to open and let the shiny smooth head of the organ pop through. The first motion was hardly more than a threat, and the glistening head seemed to catch inside the pursed skin. Then with a jolt, it forced out, slipped from the trap of skin and emerged in its full glory. Dee saw the heavy ridge of flesh that formed the cap, and she saw the under skin, a deep red, blood-filled nook of glittering wet skin. Below it, folds of the foreskin formed a collar.
Dee gasped. The penis spurted forward a couple more inches. It looked twelve inches long, and it sent shuddering delight through her whole body. Would he put it in her? She quivered with anticipation. She wanted it! She knew she had to have it!
As though he had heard her silent plea, Holland turned to look at her and smiled. At the same time he shoved his fingers into her cunt and jammed them into the pulpy walls of her vagina. She gasped, and he smiled again, wiggling the fingers inside her, delighting her further.
It was the old man who spoke. "Get on with it, Holland. I am getting anxious for my turn." He smiled, and bobbed his head in quick little motions that made him look like a squirrel. Dee glanced at his body, his sex organ. It was struggling to life but lacked the magnificence of the younger man's. It was obvious that his "turn", as he called it, was to have her sexually.
The idea no longer shocked her. There was no way she could stop them or resist them. Was that why she felt anxious-even eager to have them? Or was it her own lust that made her want them to take her? For she did want them to use her sexually. She wanted to feel the male fullness inside her, warming her, exciting her, giving her pleasure after pleasure.
She opened her mouth. "Please...."
Holland smiled. "Of course!" He climbed over her leg and took his position between the wide V of her thighs. He leaned forward and used his hands to spread the wet lips of her cunt so he could look at them. He licked his lips and his eyes were eager. He moved his hips and the giant cock shoved forward, aimed at her. He angled his body so the tip of the hot tool touched her, and she gasped.
He pressed down, and the scorching red tip eased between the labia, creating pressure on all sides as it stretched the quivering muscles aside.
"Aaahhh!" Dee could not control the sigh that came from deep inside her.
Holland let the rest of his weight force the tool into her. She gasped. It was so hard, so long. The end of it jammed against the far wall of her vagina, spearing into the thick muscle like an electric probe, sending out shock waves to make her tremble.
The man came down on her length, his body hard against her prone form. It forced the base of his prick hard against her clitoris, and at the same time poked the end of his cock into the tiny opening that led to her uterus. The combination of the two catapulted her to immediate orgasm. She panted for air, gulped it in huge noisy breaths.
She yanked and tugged at the silk cords trying to force her body harder onto the glorious organ in her. The man smiled down at her, her pleasure exciting him. She felt the instant response of his cock inside her, swelling still more and diving into her with wild strokes. He began to fuck in and out of her. The juices she had exploded made a swamp of her cunt, and loud sounds of smacking wetness filled the room.
Beyond them, one of the onlookers said, "Love music...her body is singing to him...."
Dee could not take her gaze from the intent grinning face over her. The young man balanced himself on his hands rear her shoulders, released and drew back his weight with each stroke. His eyes were glazed and staring. His mouth was open, and his teeth gleamed, the red tongue hovering just behind them.
He jammed his body into her, and she felt the foreskin release the hard flesh so it could shoot out into the hot, hugging canal. She moaned and licked her lips. Her belly was a tight knot again, readying for another explosion. She nodded her head furiously, trying to tell him what she wanted. She was beyond caring about anything but the thrill she felt, the knowledge that she was going to come again.
She strained against her bonds, raising her hips from the board, forcing them upward to him. She took every inch of the hard-hitting organ he shoved into hen She could feel the light, sensuous slap of his balls against her ass each time he came down.
Then it was there. The mainspring of sensation, the final warning as she found another orgasm.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "FUCK ME!!"
He did. He fucked her with furious rhythm, gasping air between his clenched teeth with each downstroke, putting the full weight and strength of his young body into each motion.
"Eat me, cunt!" he cried out. "Yeah!!! Ohhhhhh, man!!! Good cunt!!! Take me!!!" His eyes were wild and his body was slick with perspiration. He bent his elbows and laid full atop her, slipping his arm under her neck and hugging her body along the length of his. The pressure of his arm at her shoulders forced her hard to him, and his cock rammed up in her as far as the hard muscle of her vagina would permit. She felt the hot surge of another orgasm wash over her and she gasped for air. He was pressing her so hard she could scarcely breathe.
Her breath bounced back at her from his neck and she could see the tiny curled hairs of his sideburns. He hugged her harder, and her mouth was at his ear. She speared her tongue out to lick at the convoluted cartilage. She sent him into a frenzy. His words were muffled.
"Take my load!!! Take it!!!"
The cock swelled and strained inside her. The head seemed to leap out from the organ, poke into her, send out flames that licked at her wetness, made it steam and boil. Then with a sudden hard thrust, he erupted into her.
The rush of thick semen spouted from the driving cock, bubbled into the walls of her sucking cunt. His prick swam in it, sloshed and lathered it to a creamy froth. The heat and the pressure, the warmth caught Dee and dragged her to another pinnacle of violent climax. Her body screamed with delight, filled with hot pleasure, rode into huge waves of glorious pleasure. She whimpered, moaned, cried out, not caring what she said, not knowing. He was still heavy on her tits and belly, hard in her cunt. She gasped with frenzied delight as the climax was prolonged by his continuing dives in her. A second orgasm rushed over her on the heels of the first one. She closed her eyes, filled with wonder and blind with delight. She was only dimly aware of voices in the room-words of wonder and delight as the other two men watched the intercourse and let it arouse them. "Look at that!!!"
"See, she's coming again...look at her face!"
"Yes, yes...ohhh...it's exciting. I'm getting all hard...."
"Holland is very good. He has perfected his techniques...."
"Oh, to be young again and have the strength to take a woman in such wild passion! At meetings like this I regret the years that have passed."
"They've been good years, my friend."
"Yes...had I but only had your friendship then, Andrews, and this club...."
Dee began to come back to life, her brain clearing as the young man lifted his body from her. She tensed her vaginal muscles as he withdrew his drained cock from her. She smiled dazedly at him.
He was glassy eyed, limp with fatigue, dripping with perspiration. He sat a moment on the side of the board catching his breath. Then he looked up at the other two men.
"A collector's item, my friends. Truly a collector's item. Superb!"
"Yes, yes," the old man said impatiently. "Come, come, it's my turn." He waved his hand in a fluttering gesture, signaling the younger man away from the girl. "My turn," he said as he advanced toward her.
7
Dee was too dazed to be frightened, her body still rolling on the waves of ecstasy the young man had brought her. She was only vaguely aware of the older man's approach, his leaning over her, his leering smile. He bent his head to her cunt and sniffed at the wet, matted hairs and the thick mixture of semen and cunt juices that had already begun to dribble out of her. He pressed his face into the thatch of hair and sniffed more and waggled his tongue along the throbbing folds of flesh. He touched her clitoris, and she felt a sharp lash of delight. He took the heavy folds of her labia in his lips and sucked at them, drinking up the juices that coated them.
Dee began to come out of her stupor. He was exciting her with his oral contacts. Already her body was readying itself for more sex play, more satisfaction. How long would this go on? How many times would she come? She rolled her head on the black board and gulped air into her lungs, tensed her belly and then relaxed and enjoyed the old man's probing.
To her surprise, he stopped then, licking his lips as though he had just finished an ice cream cone. Was that all he was going to do? No, she recalled the rising promise of his penis as he had viewed the younger man taking her. He too would want to come.
The two other men moved forward and began to untie her feet. Dee was really startled now, and she raised her head to watch them. They undid the cords and let them hang loosely from the huge pins. Holland took one ankle, Russell the other.
They rubbed the blood back to circulation in her feet. She tried to smile, but her surprise was too great. Were they freeing her? She was afraid...afraid to hope, afraid to move.
The old man stood at the side of the velvet platform and watched the other two. He rubbed his hands together from time to time like a child watching the circus. One hand went to his crotch, and he played with his cock and balls almost absently. The penis had stiffened and was a short rod jutting out from his body. It was less than half the size of the one the young man had inserted in her cunt, and Dee wondered what it would feel like-if indeed she would be able to feel it at all. After the clogging pressure of the huge prick, this one would be lost.
Russell and Holland moved up to her hands. They worked at the ropes on her wrists. She craned her neck to see them and was rewarded by excellent views of their organs as they bent over her. The swaying limp cocks hypnotized her, one on either side of her, no matter which way she looked.
She was free then, and the hands were pulling her up to a sitting position. She looked at the man who had brought her here. He smiled at her but said nothing.
"What are you going to do?"
"Oh, do hurry, I'm so hard!" It was the old man, the one they called Jason.
The other two men moved Dee physically, jerking her over her knees, almost sprawling her headlong across the board. She flung her hands out to catch herself. One of them slapped her ass then, urging her to her knees.
"I can hardly wait," Jason said with a giggle.
"Up, get up on your knees," Holland instructed her.
Dee struggled to her knees, pulling them under her and lifting her weight. Russell moved into her line of vision and lifted one of the slender cords that had held her foot. He wrapped it around her wrists, binding them together. The cord was not tight, but she was forced to keep her hands together under her face. She buried her face in her crossed arms and silent tears brimmed at her eyes. She was frightened again-the unknown loomed over her. She had unbidden thoughts of whips, lashing her raised buttocks, searing her flesh. She had once seen a magazine with a lurid picture on the cover-a picture of a woman being beaten on naked flesh. In the picture, the girl had been positioned like this. Dee held her breath and tried to stop the sobs that choked her.
"Ah, yes." The old man sounded delighted.
Holland said, "Is she all right?" The way he said it made it obvious he was not asking about Dee's welfare, only her position, "Yes, yes." The old man sounded a little breathless. She felt his hands on her ass then, leaning as he got onto the board behind her. Someone pulled one of her legs to move it out of his way. He was right behind her. She felt the warm hard pressure of his body against her rump. Then he backed off and his hands pried at the spheres of her buttocks, forcing them apart. A firm insistent finger slipped down the deep crevice between the halves, searching for and locating her anal sphincter.
She almost fell forward as the surprise and pain shot through her. The finger pushed at the tight muscle. She groaned and tensed. The man behind her began to rub her buttocks, relaxing her very gradually.
Over and over, he said, "Yes, yes, that's the way...." His voice was soft and almost crooning.
Dee opened her mouth and breathed deeply through it. Some of her panic had subsided. None of the men had produced any weapon, lash or whip with which to beat her. It had been her imagination, her own terror only.
The finger probed and poked at her ass-hole again. She took a very deep breath. Then she felt a new sensation, something cool and soothing. She had to force her mind to think. It was a cream of some kind, a lubricant. The old man murmured again.
"Ah, that's better. Such a tight ass-hole, mmmm, yes, so tight." His voice was gentle but the finger at her ass-hole became harder and rougher. Now with the slippery cream covering it, it forced into the tight puckered muscle, spreading it and allowing the finger to enter her anus. Dee gasped.
The sensation was shocking, so different, so foreign and painful. She took another deep breath and her ass-hole relaxed around the inserted probe. The pain vanished. The finger wiggled in the tight canal, spreading the cool thick cream inside the tunnel. With a shock, Dee realized that somehow the man's finger in her rectum was exciting her sexually. She no longer felt pain, only hot bubbling excitement. The finger seemed to delve deep in her belly, shooting off sparks of lust, triggering her uterus at the same time as it juiced her ass-hole. She moaned softly, this time with pleasure.
The finger pulled out and she cried, "No-"
There was a pause, silence. She opened her eyes and looked under her humped body trying to see what he was doing. Her own tits blocked him from view. She saw only his spindly thighs as he knelt behind her. He moved, and sat back. Then she was able to see his sex equipment. His cock was still stiff and jutting. One hand was lathered with a thick white cold cream, and he grabbed his penis and rubbed the grease on it. She knew then what would come next.
The tip of his cock touched the oiled ass-hole muscle. Dee held her breath for a moment and then let it out in a long sigh. As she did, the old man leaned on the slender touch-point of his prick against her anus. The head of the tool slipped in the lathered back gate. Dee felt the warm oozing pressure as the cream and the man entered her body. New fire erupted in her uterus. New excitement beat at her chest and her breath came in tight springs of passion.
"Ooohhh!!!" She could not smother the cry.
"So tight!" The man's words were barely audible. She felt his hands grip her buttocks as he supported himself on her and rammed the old cock in as far as it would go. He began to fuck her ass-hole, the same way Holland had fucked her cunt, and the same way Russell had fucked her mouth. They each had a different way of getting their pleasure, and all three were taking their fill of her.
At this moment, Dee didn't care. She was consumed by wild flames of desire, spreading from her ass-hole to her uterus, tightening her whole body, racking her with hot twisting passion. She was going to come again.
The volcano in her belly erupted. Molten lava poured through her belly. She gulped air into her seared lungs. She pounded her ass onto the shaft of the man.
"Now!" the old man cried out. "I'm going to come NOW!!!" He slammed his full weight behind each stroke, sending his prick far down the dark tight tunnel of her ass-hole, spearing harshly into the narrow confines of the rectum.
The fire blazed anew in her guts. Her uterus was instantly alert, ready for a new adventure. Her body trembled.
His semen pushed at the restraining muscle of the head of his cock. For a moment, he seemed to bulge as mightily as the young man had in her cunt. Then, a small hot wad spurted out, searing her rectum, making her scream.
Her excitement triggered the rest of his load. It shot from the spearing tool, filling the canal ahead of it, driving the thick wad of liquid deep inside her rectum.
The old man panted and heaved his body in and out of her.
Dee groaned, sobbed, beat her head against her clenched fists. The whirlpool caught her, spun her dizzily, threw her into a pool of hot come-lava.
It was a long time before the old man slipped his deflated cock from her ass-hole. Her body went limp, her knees weak. She let them slide back and her belly flop to the table. She lay panting and savoring the tremors that still rippled through her body, the heat that still filled her belly.
She lay breathing hard, not thinking, not wanting to. She was dimly aware that the three men were talking. They were discussing her again. She heard only snatches of what they said.
"....butterfly."
"But we should be sure, perhaps keep her...."
"....the rules...."
"....seems a pity, she's so very good."
"How soon?"
Dee was aware then that Russell Andrews spoke. He sighed heavily. "Tonight. We always complete the ritual the first night. Of course, we can't count last night."
Dee opened her eyes and moved her head until she could see the speaker. The three men were standing, naked and unconcerned as though they were discussing the weather or stocks and bonds, only a few feet from her. They had finished with her, forgotten her presence-or was it that they no longer cared? Dee tried to concentrate on their words and make some sense of their talk.
Russell Andrews went on. "I assure you," he said glancing at each of the other men in turn, "I did not touch her last night." He shook his head vehemently. "No, I put her to bed and waited until morning, just as the rules state."
The old man, Jason, nodded. "We don't doubt you, my friend. We have been together in this far too long for any of us to cheat on the others."
Holland added, "Too much to lose."
They looked at each other knowingly. Dee watched them curiously. They spoke as if they were a group, a club of some sort. She tried to dredge other bits of conversation back to her memory. She kept remembering "butterfly" . . .
She frowned and peered at the men fixedly. Her mind was not keen, she was still slightly numb from the extensive sex play and the repeated orgasms.
Jason shrugged his bony shoulders. The movement made his limp organ bounce at his crotch. "No matter. The first day is the rule. It must be tonight."
The other two nodded. The young man looked back at Dee and smiled. For a moment she wondered if she was getting the right impression from what they were saying. The words were casual enough, but there had been an undertone to them, one that left Dee with a distinct feeling of dread. But it was impossible. She had to be wrong. Her imagination was too vivid and her confusion too great.
Holland walked back to the black velvet board and touched Dee's back gently. "Do we have to tie her up again, Russell?"
"But of course. You know the rules."
"She's so lovely." His hand moved along the curve of her back and over her ass. He cupped one sphere for several seconds before lifting his hand. "So lovely."
Dee tried to smile at him. Maybe if she could convince them she would not cause trouble, they would not tie her. She had no desire to be bound to the pins again. "Don't tie me, please," she whispered hoarsely looking into the young man's pale-blue eyes. "I'll do anything you say. Please?"
Holland looked pained. He turned to glance at the other men. "Must we?" He sounded wistful.
Jason frowned and he looked very old and wrinkled. "The rules, Marshall, the rules."
The blond man sighed and looked at Dee sadly. "I'm sorry."
Dee bit her lip. "But why?" She turned to look at Russell Andrews. "I won't try to escape again." she pleaded.
Jason Cross looked at the host curiously. "Again? Has she tried to escape? You didn't tell us." His tone was accusing.
Russell sighed. "This morning, before I brought her to the display room. She tried to get out the front door."
"You didn't have her tied?" The old man scowled.
"Oh, but I did. She hopped along the hall and bounced down the stairs on that lovely little ass. But the door was bolted, naturally. I heard her on the steps and watched to see what she would do." He sighed again and looked at Dee. "She was quite ingenious. But not quite ingenious enough. This time we'll take no chances." He looked at Holland. "Tie her."
Holland pushed Dee's inert form and forced her to roll on her back. Then he pulled her arm and sat her up, turned her around so she was right side up on the black board again. He nodded, jerking his head to show her he wanted her to assume the position in which she'd been tied earlier.
"Oh, please...." Dee whimpered.
No one answered.
"At least let me clean up-use a bathroom-"
Holland bent over her and pulled a silk cord around her wrist. In seconds, he had secured her to the large pin and one arm was outstretched and helpless. He moved around to the opposite side and repeated the action with her other hand.
"Don't do this to me...oh...please...." Dee's protests fell on deaf ears.
Holland moved to her feet and lifted each in turn to the side of the board and tied the cord around it. Once more she was the giant X on black velvet.
The three men glanced at her and then turned to leave the room.
"Don't leave me here!" Dee shrieked. Hot tears stung her eyelids and spilled over, rolling down her lace sideways and dripping into her ears and along her neck. "Don't leave me!" she screamed. They were gone. She was alone again.
8
Her burst of tears and sobs only lasted a few minutes. She no longer could give in to the self-pity and fear that tried to overwhelm her. She had to think, try to find a way out of the madness in which she was trapped. The strange talk by the three men left her with a cold feeling of dread. They talked as though they had done this kind of thing before. Had they brought other girls to this place? Had they-
A picture of dead butterflies on display boards came to her mind. They had talked about collector's items, displaying fragile dead creatures. Surely they couldn't mean to-
No, the thought was too horrible to consider. No one in his right mind would kill a human-
Right mind! The words screamed in her brain. These three men were not in their right minds! She knew that as surely as she knew her own name! Certainly Russell Andrews was mad...it was more than-likely that the others were too. Why else would they do this to her, tie her helpless and take what they wanted from her body? The way they talked about her showed they did not consider her at allto them she was an item added to their collection.
Dee felt desperate now. She had to get away from this place, escape before the men came back and put whatever new plan they had into operation. She jerked her hands trying to free the cords. The heavy smooth silk dug into her flesh. The knots were not as tight as before. Holland had been more considerate in fastening her than Andrews had been. But the cords were still strong enough to keep her splayed on the board. She had so little leverage with her legs spread wide that it was almost futile to attempt pulling the bonds.
After a long time, she relaxed. She would conserve her strength, think. Yes, she had to think.
Dimly she became aware of voices. She strained to listen. The men were talking in another room. Talking about her.
Holland said, "I think in this case we should alter the rules."
"Nonsense, boy, don't talk nonsense!" Jason Cross was angry and chiding the younger man. "We have never changed the rules in the ten years we have been in the club. Why should we now?"
There was a long pause. Then Holland mumbled something that Dee did not catch. Russell Andrews spoke next.
"Let's get on with the preparations. Did you bring the killing jar?"
"Yes, with my things in the foyer."
A shuffle of feet. Silence. Faint sounds.
Killing jar. They were going to kill her. She was to be added to their collection . . .a specimen...dead.
Only Holland had argued for her life. Could she use him to help her escape? She searched her mind frantically for a plan but none came. She was tied and helpless, their victim. Holland had gone along with other killings in the past...she would not be able to enlist his aid now...she was going to die.
She yanked at the bonds angrily. She did not want to die. She wanted to live, to make a life for herself, to enjoy herself. Bitter, angry tears of frustration overflowed her eyes. She didn't want to die.
Faint sounds came from the other room where the men worked. She wondered what they were doing, what kind of things they were preparing for her. Would they kill her here or take her elsewhere? Where would they mount her body? She knew as surely as death that she was going to be put on display like a butterfly. These men thought she was a butterfly-a lilac butterfly. Her only chance would be if they untied her to move her.
It was a long time before they returned to the room. Dee stared at them. They were still naked, cocks limp and dangling. Would they have her again? She almost longed for it, and the thought shocked her. She realized that despite the bonds, she had enjoyed the variety of sex to which they'd treated her. If she had to die, she hoped they would give her additional sex first.
Russell Andrews pulled a wheeled cart into the room from the hall. It was the kind of cart used to transport patients in a hospital, a stretcher-narrow and covered with a white sheet. He steered it close to the platform on which she lay. She looked at his brooding, dark face but he was totally absorbed in what he was doing and did not look at her. Her chest tightened with fear.
Holland came around to her hands and began to untie them while the old man bent over one ankle and worked at the rope.
"We're ready for you," Russell said casually. He might have been calling her to sit for a portrait.
Dee shook her head. "No! Oh, please...."
No one seemed to hear her. The two men finished with the cords and she flexed her numbed limbs. Russell said, "I'll do that, Jason. She's too heavy for you to lift." He took the other man's place at the foot of the board and in a few seconds, he and Holland swooped her off the black velvet and put her onto the cart. Holland's hands under her arms were warm and strong, and when he had her on the cart, he pressed down on her shoulders. Immediately, the two men began to wheel the cart to the door. Dee looked around quickly as they emerged into the hall. Her memory of it was dim, it seemed a very long time ago that Russell Andrews had brought her down it. Now, they swung the cart at almost a right angle and through another open doorway to a room almost directly across the hall from the one they'd been in.
They pushed the cart against a huge marble table that was surrounded by all kinds of strange equipment-tubes, glass columns, beakers. It looked like some kind of laboratory.
Stark terror filled Dee. She had not imagined it! They really were planning to kill her! She struggled up on the cart but Holland's strong hands pushed her back. She bit her lip in fear and her whole body trembled. Jason turned on a water tap and adjusted the volume in the tube to his satisfaction. Russell busied himself with several pieces of metal that looked like manacles. Holland watched.
Jason turned from the tubing. "Put her on the table. Are you ready, Andrews?"
The dark man nodded. "Yes."
Holland smiled at Dee as though to reassure her. Dee was so panicked, she could scarcely move when he pulled her up and tried to slide her from the cart to the table. Dee glanced at each of them. She looked around the room.
She was hardly aware of any plan in her mind. Her body reacted out of sheer fright. Her legs dropped over the edge of the cart, and in a single motion, she slid off the high slab pulling the sheet with her. She darted past Holland, who was too surprised to move quickly. For an instant she thought she saw a smile at his lips and a twinkle in his eyes as she rushed past and out the door into the hall. But he didn't move. Jason tried to rush past him but the younger man stumbled and blocked his way. There was a scramble of motion and cries as they sorted themselves to pursue the girl.
The few seconds delay gave Dee the advantage she needed. For a brief moment, she thought perhaps Holland had been awkward deliberately, but it was something she would never know for sure. She darted from the room and sped down the hall-away from the room where she'd been held captive on the black velvet board. Her bare feet slapped against the cool floor and she was still dragging the sheet behind her.
She passed a closed door and found herself in the foyer again. A quick glance at the front door showed her it was still bolted and double-locked. Even if she could unfasten the locks, the three men would catch her long before the task was accomplished. She glanced quickly around. Another passage led off at the other side of the stairs. She ran down it as she heard the sound of feet behind her.
She found herself in a kitchen. A gleaming white-and-blue tiled room with shiny stainless steel appliances. A pot of coffee simmered on a back burner of the stove and reminded her of how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten since last night, and the fragrant aroma of the coffee made her light-headed for a moment. But she didn't have time for anything but fright. A door. She ran to it. Tugging hard, she found it locked. Her breath rasped in her ears and she looked around again with frightened eyes. A second door across the room offered the only hope. She darted to it. It opened quickly at her touch and she slipped through, pulling it shut behind her. She was in a narrow pantry. The shelves were lined with canned and packaged foods, dishes and pans. She searched for a lock on the door but found none. How would she keep from being discovered. She ran to the back of the dim room and saw the stairs leading up.
She bit her lip as she recalled the bedrooms where this madness had begun. Would she be any better off upstairs than here? Or was she merely delaying her execution? Still, she had to try. She listened but did not hear the men after her. Maybe they figured to trap her eventually, and it had become a game. She tiptoed up the steps carefully. The steps were sound and no betraying creaks came. At the top, the stairs were almost dark as the light from the pantry's tiny window receded. She felt for the knob and turned it slowly. The door pushed open.
She was in an unfamiliar hall, not the one she had crossed last night on her way to the purple bedroom. Not the one she had gone along in her mad flight this morning when she was bound in the net.
She listened, cocking her head. The house was quiet. No sound of her pursuers or anything else came to her. Somehow, the silence was more frightening than noise would have been. She stepped into the hall and closed the stair door carefully behind her.
She pulled the sheet around her and tucked the end in so it stayed in place over her high naked breasts. It still dragged on the floor, so she hiked it up and tied it at her waist in a second knot. Then she padded along the gold carpet. She tried to remember how many turns she'd made, to figure which part of the house she was in, but it was hopeless. She had no idea. Any door she opened might put her directly in front of the main stairs.
But she couldn't stay here. It wouldn't take them long to figure out that she'd run through the kitchen and come up here. They might be on the stairs already-maybe both flights, blocking her exit at both ends.
She bit her Up and rubbed her knuckle across her chin. She had to try a door. She put her hand out to a knob and held her breath. It turned and she eased the door open. She peered through the slit. A bedroom. An orange bedroom. She slipped inside and closed the door, searching for a bolt or lock. There was a keyhole, but no key.
The room was an elegant reporduction in another hue of the one she'd used last night, including the orange bath she could see through an open door. She crossed quickly to the outside wall and pulled back the heavy orange drapes that screened the windows. Her breath caught in her throat. There was only a pane of glass between her and freedom. With a quick motion, she reached for the lock and slid it back. The window moved upward at her push. Dee almost cried out with relief.
She looked down. She was on the second story and the drop to the ground was a straight drop of twenty feet. Her heart skipped a beat and her mouth went dry. She glanced back over her shoulder. She might have only minutes. She had no choice.
She hoisted the sheet and climbed over the sill. She balanced on the ledge and tried to pick a level spot below to aim at. Then she pushed and flung herself out as she dropped.
She landed with a thud that sent her pitching forward. For a second, the air was forced from her lungs in a great whoosh and she lay panting. As her head cleared, she flexed her hands and feet. She was in one piece. She didn't waste any more time. She scrambled to her feet and ran. She ran across the thick green grass to the cover of the woods behind the house. Sharp stones and branches cut her bare feet as she gained the cover of the forest but she plummeted on heedless of them. Air raked through her throat and lungs, her chest screamed with burning pain. The sheet caught on a branch on a bush and was pulled from her body. She sobbed and stopped to tear it loose and bundle it under her arm before she ran on.
Only when she could not gasp another breath into her tortured lungs did she stop. She leaned against a tree trunk and gulped air savagely. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She brushed her long, dark hair out of her eyes and leaned her head back. Her own pulse was so loud it deafened her to any other sounds that might have been around her. It was a long time before it quieted and she began to breathe normally again.
She wet her lips with her cottony tongue and swallowed quickly to coax saliva to her mouth. Where was she? Had she been seen? She listened. Above her somewhere a bird trilled a song in the leafy branches. A cricket hummed.
Very slowly, she began to walk. It was slow progress, picking her way around rocks and fallen trees, trying to step on flat ground. Trying to ease the pain that was now fiery in her bare feet. Scratches and punctures oozed blood on her instep and the bottoms of her feet were raw and sore. Branches slapped out at her nude body and it too was full of jagged red-dotted lines. She shook open the sheet and tried to fix it. It had been torn in several places, but she managed to cover herself enough.
She walked on. The heat grew, and she caught glimpses of the sun through the overhang of trees. It was still fairly high, so the day was only at mid-point. She felt as if she'd been walking for hours. She was very tired, and thirsty, and hungry. She blinked back the tears that warmed her eyelids. She couldn't afford the luxury of crying.
She plodded on. It was much later that she realized she was still in deep woods. She stopped and looked around, listening, peering at the trees which all looked a-like. With sudden but sure dread, she realized she was lost.
9
She stood very still listening to the natural silence around her in the woods. She had never spent much time outdoors, and she felt nervous and frightened now that she was alone and lost. Every tree looked like every other one, each rock or bush identical to the hundreds she had passed. She realized now that she had been plowing blindly through the thicket with no regard to direction. She might be miles from the house or only yards. She could have been running in circles.
She glanced around apprehensively, but the silent woods mocked her panic.
She was torn between her desire to run again, to keep moving and the horrible weariness that had become part of her. She was tired, physically and emotionally. She was hungry, weak.
But she couldn't stay here. She knew that. She had to at least try to find a way out. She glanced up at the sun again and was surprised to see how far it had moved across the top of the trees. How long had she been in the woods? One thing she knew for sure, she had to find a way out before it got dark.
She started to walk then, slowly, picking her way carefully and trying not to cause new cuts or bruises on her feet. Each step was an effort, but she put one foot in front of the other with dogged determination. Her whole body ached. She felt the tenderness between her legs where the three men had used her body for their pleasures. She thought about the sex she'd had. Even the horror of captivity and facing death could not erase the absolute pleasure she had felt. She wondered if women always felt this way. She and her mother had never discussed sex...they'd never discussed anything personal. She had grown up with a fringe knowledge of intimate matters, gleaned from books, magazines and health courses in school. Oh, there was also the talk-girl talk-with friends at slumber parties and such. But none of it had prepared her for the consummating joy that the actual intercourse had given her. Her entire body had responded to the men who took her. First Clyde-she admitted that now. She had been shocked by the incestuous nature of his attack, but the sex itself had been violent and satisfying. Even better was discovering the capacities of her own lust when Russell Andrews brought her to repeated orgasms. And the others. . .
She walked. The sun dipped beyond the lacy greenery above her and the twilight was menacing. She was frightened, terrified of the woods in darkness. She quickened her steps., She almost missed the small footpath. It was barely a trail between the trees. She stopped, looking both ways, chose the one that angled more or less toward the setting sun. She retied the dragging sheet around her body and set out along the path.
Tears overflowed her eyelids now-tears of tiredness and frustration. She was so tired, so very tired. She chewed at her lower lip and tried to blink away the blurring tears.
The woods began to thin, and Dee came into a small clearing. She stopped, looking about carefully and listening to the new night sounds that were beginning to fill the air. She crossed the space and tried to find the path again at the opposite side. She couldn't see it. Was this the end then? Or was the encroaching darkness making the task impossible. She dared not circle the clearing now. She would lose what little sense of direction she had if she could not relocate the path on which she'd come. Wearily, she sat down on the grass and laid her head on her upraised knees. God, she was exhausted. She closed her eyes and was almost immediately drifting into sleep. She jerked her head up, trying to force herself awake. But the heavy bone-tiredness overtook her. She curled up on the grass and let the velvet fog cover her.
She wasn't sure what woke her. Some vague sound alerted her brain, brought her from the stupor into which she'd fallen. It was dark, almost black in the clearing. The shadowy trees stretched along the edges of the sky like clawing fingers. Dee shivered and sat up.
What was it? What had she heard? For a moment only the fear of the night gripped her, and then she remembered what had brought her here. Had she heard a footstep? A pursuer?
She bit her lip. She couldn't afford to panic and run off into the darkness again. She had to think.
She listened intently. The night was still except for the chirping of the crickets. What then?
She sat a long time huddled in the darkness. She had just about convinced herself that perhaps some animal had cried and frightened her sleep-fogged mind. Whatever had, it was gone now.
Then the darkness was suddenly lighted by a sweeping glare of light that filtered through the trees behind her. She bolted to her feet, clutching the sheet with both hands to her breast. The light moved slowly and became more intense. Then she heard the sound. It was the unmistakable roar of an engine. A car!
For a moment panic welled in her. Her mouth was dry and her hands shook. It was several seconds before she understood. The motor's sound grew loud, the lights dazzling in glare. With a rush, the peak of sound passed and the motor began to fade. The lights swept past and the clearing was suddenly dark again. Through the thick foliage she saw them recede, saw the tiny winking lights of red that marked the car's passage.
There was a road! A road just beyond the strip of trees. She sobbed with relief and stumbled forward in the darkness. A road meant people, at least two cars had passed-this one and the one that had apparently disturbed her sleep.
She pushed forward, falling and slipping on the uneven ground. She sobbed, pulled herself up and went on. She fell headlong into the gully at the side of the road since it was invisible in the black night. She lay, face down, in the ditch and sobbed with relief. At least she was not lost in the woods. It was some small consolation.
She let the tears flow freely until she felt better. Her fright had been tense and hard inside her, and now part of it was gone. When she sat up and looked around, the air felt cool and refreshing on her hot face.
The road was dark, no overhead lights such as a freeway would have. She got to her hands and knees and clambered up the bank until she felt the hard warm macadam under her palms. Then she stood and counted paces as she walked across the road. Not too wide. Not a main highway, then. But two cars had passed, she reminded herself, and she clung to the hope that another would soon.
She might just as well stay where she was rather than walk. She had no idea which direction would take her back toward the city or to somewhere she could find help. Better to stay put.
She sat at the edge of the road just above the gully. No stars or moon lightened the darkness, and she thought about the rainstorm that had come up so suddenly last night as she walked. God, she hoped that wouldn't happen again. From there her mind went to Russell Andrews picking her up in the storm.
A cold tingle raced along her spine. This might be the same road! Andrews or any of the others might drive along and find her. She couldn't try to stop any car! Just then a warning flash of light heralded the approach of another car even before she heard the sound. In panic, she rolled into the ditch, flattened herself to the bottom and covered her face. The engine whined, roared past. When she lifted her head, the night was quiet and dark again.
She sat up. A new feeling of desolation filled her. She was trapped. There was no sure way out of the trouble she was in. She could, of course, wait out the night, set off by daylight...but what would she gain. With the rising sun, she would be on view to others as well as they to her. True, she would be able to see the cars before they got to her, but would that help? She had only the dimmest recollection of what Andrews' car looked like, and no idea at all about those of the other two men.
Resolutely, she got to her feet and climbed to the top of the bank again. She would stop the next car. Take her chances, pray for luck. She couldn't stay here.
She stood for quite a while before she once more sat at the side of the road. No cars passed in either direction. Maybe she had made her decision too late. The thin traffic seemed to have ceased altogether.
She untied the sheet and redid it so it draped over her shoulders. The night air was cool on her naked skin and she began to shiver slightly. She huddled under the white cloth and laid her head on her knees again. She was numb with confusion and weariness.
She missed the flash of lights. The drone of the motor took a few seconds to register in her brain. She jerked her head up. The sound was from the opposite direction this time. It was different too, heavier, more powerful. She realized that it had to be a truck.
A truck! Not Russell Andrews' car! A big truck-she could hear it struggle as it went uphill. Then the lights swept over the road. It had come over the rise she hadn't seen. She stumbled to her feet and moved to the asphalt. She clutched the sheet with one hand and waved the other wildly.
For a minute she thought the driver had not seen her. The huge black shadow of the semi pounded toward her. Then there was a high-pitched squeal of air brakes and the monster shadow slowed and rolled to a stop several yards past her.
She ran toward the cab. The driver was leaning out the open window.
"Christ Almighty! A dame!" He opened his door and climbed down. "How the hell did you get out here?"
In the reflected brightness of the headlights, she saw his quick inventory of her face and sheeted figure. "Oh, please, I-I got lost."
He grinned in the gloom. "You were on a nature hike?" There was laughter in his voice.
She realized how ridiculous she must look. "I-well, I ran-I mean-" Her voice broke off in a hiccupping sob.
He put his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, take it easy kid. You don't have to explain. It's okay. It's okay." He slid his hand down her arm and gripped her elbow. "Come on, get in. You can't stay here."
She cried softly and let him lead her to the other side of the truck where he opened the door and helped her climb up into the high cab. For an instant, his hand was on her buttocks and she thought she felt a slight pressure of interest, but it was gone quickly. He slammed the door and went back to the driver's side. In the cab, he put the truck back in gear and released the brake. The big vehicle inched forward.
Dee studied the man in the dim light of the cab. He was young, in his twenties, she thought. When he had stood beside her, he was not much taller than she, but compact and muscular. She could see that his hair and eyes were dark, his face tanned from constantly being outdoors. He wasn't handsome, but he.had a rugged look that she found pleasant. She found herself relaxing with him. The horror of the night and the previous day seemed to ease.
She looked down at herself in the ragged sheet. Even in the dark she could see the big smudges of dirt and the holes that had been torn in the cloth. She wondered what her face looked like, and she unconsciously brushed her hand over her hair to smooth it. The man turned and smiled at her.
"My name's Buck-Buck Murphy." He smiled at her again.
"I-" She hesitated but decided she couldn't lie. "Dee Cooperman."
"Hi, Dee."
He was so solemn about it she had to laugh. "Hi, Buck."
He laughed easily. "That's better. Now, wanna talk, or should I mind my own business?"
Dee took a deep breath. "There's not much to tell," she began hesitantly. She knew she could never tell the whole story-how she'd been used and had sexually. She could never talk of those things to anyone!"I-I was hitchhiking and this guy picked me up." She stopped, pained by the memory and shame.
Buck nodded wisely. "Sure, and he had a place off in the woods-"
She jerked around to look at him. "How did you know?"
He laughed softly and reached one hand over to pat her knee. "They always do, baby. Or a back seat of a car. The spot changes, but they all have the same ideas."
Dee's face burned with a blush in the darkness and she couldn't look at him. She felt very dumb and very naive.
Buck continued. "With only a sheet to keep off the night breezes, it stands to reason he took you to a house someplace. Most cars don't come equipped with sheets." He glanced at her.
She expected mockery in his look but found none. His smile was warm and friendly and open. He was being honest, not hiding the truth. She admired him for it. She had been stupid. That, plus the insanity of the man who'd picked her up and of his friends, had turned the hours into a nightmare. But it was over now-and she never wanted to think about it again.
"It was horrible," she said and turned her face toward the window, staring out at the darkness without seeing it.
He touched her knee again. "It's okay, kid. Just forget it now. You're okay." His fingers gripped her knee and rather than object to the touch, she liked it. It made her feel safe and secure. The terror of the night grew dimmer as the truck labored along the road.
"Where you from?" he asked.
She answered honestly. "Jefferson City."
He shot a quick glance at her and then stared at the road ahead for a long time before he said. "We're heading the other way, kid." He shrugged slightly and she imagined she saw the muscled shoulders and arms under his blue shirt ripple. "I went through Jeff more'n two hours ago." He looked at her sidelong. "I'm heading for the coast."
She thought about that. She didn't care which way she went as long as it was away from that horrible house in the woods. She didn't want to go back to Clyde Orville either. No, she had burned all her bridges behind her. There was no way back.
"That's okay," she said finally.
He smiled and nodded. He dipped his fingers into his shirt pocket and produced a cigarette. Me held it out to her. "Smoke?"
She shook her head and he put the cigarette between his lips and then found a wooden match which he flicked with his thumbnail. He cupped the flame in his hand to keep it from blowing out. He dragged deeply on the cigarette and the smoke fanned out the open window at his side.
"We should hit Danvers about nine in the morning." He grinned at her. "I ain't much of a shopper but maybe I can pick up something a little dressier than that sheet for you."
She felt herself blush again. She hadn't thought that far ahead. No matter where she went, she needed clothes. But she had no money. She chewed her lip.
He seemed to read her mind. "Don't worry about it, kid. I have a few bucks. Least I can do for you."
Her voice was barely a whisper. "Thanks." He laughed. " 'sokay."
They rode in silence then, Dee lost in the thoughts of nothing more taxing than the movement of the truck. Her eyes grew heavy again, and she caught her head as it nodded forward onto her chest.
"Why don't you climb in the bunk?" the man at the wheel asked. , Dee started and looked at him.
He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "I got a bed up there. I sleep right in the cab when I have a long overland run. God, sometimes I'm on the road for days at a stretch." He jerked his finger again. "Go ahead, climb back there. Catch yourself some shut-eye. You look as if you could use it. We ain't gonna be anywhere for hours."
"What time is it?" Dee asked.
"Two-thirty. Go on now, get back there." His grin made the command pleasant concern.
Dee turned and got on her knees. The sheet tangled around her legs but she finally managed to scramble over the high back of the truck seat and over the ledge that separated the cab from the bunk. She crawled onto the bed and was surprised to find it soft and comfortable. It was as good as any bed she had ever felt. She burrowed under the crisp clean sheet and had barely fluffed the pillow under her head when she was asleep again.
10
Dee slept soundly, drifting on a pleasant wave of motion as the truck moved along the highway. The hum of the motor and wheels became part of her pattern of sleep, and she was totally relaxed. The small bunk area was a cocoon of safety for her weary body and frazzled nerves.
She came up from the deep sleep very slowly. At first, she was not aware of the change. She burrowed her head into the warmth that surrounded her and would not let go of the security of sleep. The sleep caressed her, stroking her body with gentle motions, pleasing her, making her smile and burrow deeper into the warmth. The caress was at her breasts, cupping and fondling, lifting their weight and squeezing their fullness. She imagined she could feel the hard pressure begin behind her nipples and push forward, making tight hard pips of the rosy tits. She sighed and leaned forward, arching her back like a cat and forcing the pressure to increase on her chest. The caress became stronger. Then it moved, slowly, very sensuously down her flat girlish abdomen, into the thatch of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her breath sighed out slowly.
Warm and safe. She smiled again. The touch probed between her legs, through the mist of hair, to find the soft fleshy folds of her labia. Her clitoris...She moaned softly. The touch became insistent, her flesh grew wet and slippery under it. Quite suddenly, the touch stabbed upward into her cunt, jabbing the thick wet walls of her tunnel of love with a violent probe.
Dee opened her eyes with a start. The tiny space was dim in the early dawn. She was not alone in the bed any more. Stretched out beside her. smiling at her meaningfully, was the driver. Buck Murphy. For a moment she was too startled to think.
He grinned at her. "You were smiling, baby. You like it?"
She realized then that his hand was between her legs. It had not been sleep that had caressed her but him. She did not move. Her conscience told her that she should protest, move away from him, refuse his advances. But she was mesmerized by the gentle awareness he aroused in her. Yet she could not answer his question.
He didn't need an answer. His hand pushed harder between her thighs and he inserted another finger in her vagina. He shoved them upward, hard and demanding inside her. She gasped. An electric shock ran through her, making her belly quiver and the air spurt from her lungs.
"Nice, huh?"
She said nothing, only stared at him.
"Look baby, I'm hot for you, you know?" He pushed against her hip and she felt the hard full pressure of his swollen organ. "I've got a hard-on that needs takin' care of...." He rubbed his body along hers like a cat. She felt a tiny seeping wet heat when the tip dribbled on her belly, lie jammed his body to her and she gasped again.
"Nice, huh?" He was breathing harder now as he pumped his hips and speared the hard column of flesh at her.
Still she said nothing.
"Okay, baby, open 'em up."
She stared.
"Open the fuckin' gates, I wanna get in there!"
Dee felt a tight coil in her chest. She could not sort her thoughts. Her flesh wanted what he had to give and the idea frightened her somehow. She had escaped one situation only to put herself in another-would it be pleasant or terrorizing? Her brain could not blot out the fear that had filled her when the three men in the house discussed killing her so calmly. She was unsure-of anyone, and of her own reactions. Her body had a way of betraying her, giving in to the sexual demands-needing fulfillment, excitement.
His hand jabbed at her and shivers ran through her again. "Yeah, don't shit me, baby, you like it just fine. Oooh, yeah, open up." He forced her thighs apart with his fist, then immediately crammed, all five fingers into her pussy. "Jeez you're nice and tight!" His eyes were glazed and staring, and his hand set up a hot tempo inside her. She could not lie still any longer, and her torso began to twitch to his rhythm. This made him smile.
"Now you're turning on, baby! Hot, that's the way I like 'em!" His hand was wet and slimy inside her cunt and she felt the quick spurt of juices as her excitement grew.
"Grab my handle, kid." When she didn't move, he caught her wrist with his free hand and shoved it down to his crotch. "Take it!"
Her fist closed around the thick hard spear of his passion. It felt enormous and her eyes widened in surprise.
He laughed. "Jack it!"
She began to pump on the swollen organ, and each stroke seemed to make it swell even more.
She did as he demanded, timing her strokes to those her body accepted from his hand. She heard the sharp breathing fill the cab and realized some of the sounds came from her own throat. She was very excited. She was...going to...come!
She whimpered, twisted her body to his probing fingers.
"Keeerist!" His face twisted in delight as her hand worked at him. She saw the lust on his face. He shoved her then, pushing on her shoulder and forcing her to her back. In a swift motion, he was on her, lying almost flat in the low confines of the cab bunk. She felt the full length of his throbbing organ between them. Its pulse pounded on her belly and its heat seared through her. Without being told, she spread her legs, making a deep V for his body to fill.
Jiggling all the way, he squirmed down until the head of his cock slid between her legs. Then he quickly pulled upward again. For an instant, the organ did not penetrate her. It caught on the hairy cunt-folds and she thought her flesh would rip under the pressure. He moved again, wiggling sideways, and the tip of the prick found her slit. In the next instant, the pulsating cock rammed up and filled her. She grabbed at his body, wrapping her arms around his chest and dragging his weight even closer. She bent her knees, clamped her legs to his hips and clung to his riding motions.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!!!" He slammed his body against her, she felt his heavily laden balls hit her ass, felt the hairy base of his cock scratch against her throbbing clitoris.
She opened her mouth, gulped air into her tortured lungs. The coil released and the flood of secretions bathed her. Her orgasm came quickly and violently. It was as if his entrance itself triggered it. The wave of ecstasy was long and undulating, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride. He was still pumping at her viciously, his prick a giant javelin of taut flesh.
She opened her eyes and looked up into his contorted face. He was intent on the intercourse, pounding himself into her. She could see him now as the light inside the cab grew. Again she thought him good-looking, perhaps a little on the tough side, but all man. His dark eyes were boring holes through her just as his hard cock was. She could see the red glitter of his wet tongue behind the even white rows of his teeth.
Her belly came to life again, hot and tight, drawing, and sucking at his cock like a funnel. His eyes widened as his excitement rose to the breaking point.
"Holy shit! Here I come, kid, here it is!!!" He slammed into her, driving the prick as deep as it would go, spearing its entire length into her wet hugging canal. She squeezed her cunt muscles as the spasm hit her.
She felt the hard explosion as he shot his load of come up into her. It seared, boiled, bubbled around his jabbing thrusts, filled her cunt and was whipped to a frothy lather.
The two figures slammed together in quick throes of violence. For several minutes there was nothing but the labored sounds of their breathing in the small space. It was a long time before Buck slowed to a standstill in her. Then he lay atop her, panting and heaving, sweat filming his forehead and neck.
"Keee-rist! Kid, that was the best fuckin' lay I've had in a month." He raised his face and kissed her lightly below the ear. Then he rolled sideways and fell off her. He closed his eyes and let his hand lay on her tit, fingers curled over it possessively. He let his breath out in a long heavy sigh.
"God, I'm tired. Been drivin' nineteen hours. Gonna catch some shut-eye." He barely had the words out when his breathing slowed to a rhythmic pattern that became deeper and deeper. In seconds, he was sound asleep, snoring gently.
Dee lay pinned between his body and the back of the bunk. She could not move. Her body was numb with delight, and now he trapped her with his weight and the hand on her breast. She tried to ease the pressure of his nearness, but he stirred slightly and moved even closer to her. She lay very still then, hardly daring to breathe. For a long time she listened to his sounds of sleep. She thought about the insistent quick way he had taken her, without preamble. Was this a normal approach for men? One thing she had learned for sure the past two days, love and sex were two different things. She had somehow always associated the two in her own mind, probably because of the true love stories she read in magazines. A girl was supposed to fall in love with a guy and the bedding and wedding came later. Or was that an old-fashioned view? She'd heard plenty of giggled remarks, stories from her classmates, but she hadn't believed any of them. Girls who claimed they went all the way with guys they dated. Dee had chalked it up as girl talk, bragging that had no roots in truth. She herself had had few dates and little experience, so she could not judge for herself. She'd always been so busy with her job and her schoolwork. Until...until Clyde . . .
She closed her eyes, screwing them tight to blot out the image of her stepfather. She would not think about him. She would not. She forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply. Finally, she drifted into light sleep. She hovered on the edge of consciousness, barely aware of her surroundings, the pressure of the man at her side. But refusing the dream-haunted darkness of sleep.
Buck woke first. He stretched and his foot slid along the length of her leg. It brought her to instant wakefulness and tension. She opened her eyes and found him grinning at her.
"Hi, baby. God, I feel good!" He stretched again with his arms raised to the ceiling of the bunk and pressing the roof. He tightened every muscle in his body and then relaxed them one by one, unfolding and easing himself limp.
"I should have you along on every run. There's nothing like a good piece of ass to put you to sleep!" He laughed softly at his own remark. He winked at her. "Maybe I'll take one for the road now." His arm was over her, his hand exploring the mountains of her flesh. "like that?" he asked.
Dee moved her head in agreement. She did like it. She liked the way he rubbed her tits, made the nipples turgid and erect. She liked the comfort of his nearness when she was still groggy with sleep. He must find her attractive-like her-she smiled at him.
"Get on top of me," he said. She looked at him in surprise. "Up, come on, sit on it."
He yanked her over his form, pulling and pushing until she lay on top of him. The roof of the cab was low, and she could only sit up half-way. Her body bent over his and she supported her weight with her legs. He grabbed his cock and wiggled it along the slit of her vagina in search of the opening. Suddenly he found it and pried the labia apart with his tool. His hands gave her hips a fast tug and she slammed down on the prick. It was like a bolt of lightning going through her. Instantly, she flooded over with new warm secretions, instantly became shivery with impending climax. She tried to say something but he pumped her body with his hands on her hips, jolting her up and down on his organ. She came so quickly that it stunned her and left her breathless. Again, he had not come and was still a hard mass inside her. He rocked her on his cock.
"Fuck me," he whispered harshly in the close cab. "Fuck me, baby!"
She rode him then, half lying on him and letting him propel her with his hands. Her heavy tits brushed along his hairy chest with each stroke of her body and she could see that it excited him. He licked his lips and pulled her harder and faster.
"Yeah, that's the way, baby, that's the way!" He could feel his prick all the way up in her, inside the tight inner passage to paradise. God, she was hot and tight. What a find she'd been! "Fuck me!" he demanded.
Dee was slick with sweat, hot with need and warm with exertion, burning with lust. "Ohhh, that's good," she whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah, yeah...Fuck it!" Each time he spoke he inflamed himself and yanked harder on her. His cock was loaded and primed. She was a hot little number. This was his lucky day! "Here it is!!! Man, HERE IT IS!!!"
The thick creamy load of hot semen spurted from his hose and swamped her cunt. It triggered her orgasm, and she clutched his shoulders and rode hard. She forgot everything but the glorious hot enveloping flames that his cock speared through her, and the answering shivers of delight that her climax released.
She panted through clenched teeth. She came, and her cry was a long whine of pleasure-pure pagan pleasure. When it ebbed, she lay on him exhausted and filled.
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When he recovered his breath, he rolled sideways and dumped her from him. "Okay, baby, fun's over. I gotta get this fuckin' rig back on the road." He slapped her ass and swung himself out of the bunk.
She lay panting, still able to feel the warm glow he had produced in her body. She watched him wipe himself with a towel which he tossed to her when he was through. Then he quickly pulled on his shorts and jeans, crammed his arms into the sleeves of the blue work shirt and shoved it into his waistband without buttoning it. He took a comb from the dash and examined his reflection in the rearview mirror as he combed his hair.
Dee used the towel to mop between her legs, wiping up the thick sticky mass of drying juices. She longed for a shower and to feel clean again.
Buck looked at her as he slid behind the wheel. "You'd better ride back there awhile," he said. "A naked broad might cause a stir on the streets of any town we go through." He brought the big motor to life. "It won't be long until we hit Danvers."
She remembered his offer to buy her something to wear. He was nice. She liked him. She had liked the sex she'd shared with him too. It had been more than mere sensations for her body, even though he hadn't spoken words of love. She felt the peculiar warm heaviness in her chest now as she thought about him. Oh, she knew she wasn't in love with him, no one could fall in love that quickly. But maybe...maybe it was a start. She leaned back on the pillow and smiled back at him.
"Okay, Buck, anything you say...."
The truck was already underway. Buck turned the steering wheel and aimed the vehicle off the wide shoulder where it had been parked and back onto the highway. Dee looked past him and out the window.
They were still in the open country, rolling hills, thick patches of woods, an occasional field stretching off in the distance. She didn't see any houses, only mile after mile of green outdoors.
The sun was above the horizon now and sent slashing rays across a red sky. Already the day was warm, and Buck switched on the air-conditioner. He also flicked on a radio and rock music filled the cab. Dee lay back and idly watched the passing scene, glancing from time to time at the profile of the driver. She smiled to herself. Her luck seemed to have changed. She felt safe for the first time in days.
Some time later, Buck glanced at her. "Danvers coming up, baby. Keep those gorgeous knockers under cover so you don't rock the city fathers!" He laughed at his joke and down-geared the truck to slow for the town. Dee caught glimpses of frame houses set back from the road, barns, a schoolhouse. The signs of civilization increased-a junkyard piled high with old cars in various stages of rusty decay, banner-pasted gas stations, the thick ugly crops of small warehouses and businesses. Finally, they were on a wide divided street of the town. The truck crawled along in the morning quiet. There were people on the sidewalks, slow-moving pedestrians looking in the windows of the few shops, stopping to chat with those they met. Children played in yards and at store fronts.
Everything seemed so normal. Life had not changed just because she had spent two nights and a day in some fantasy world of nightmare. She smiled. Everything was all right again. She was all right.
Buck pulled the truck into the graveled parking lot of a diner. He turned off the engine and looked in the rearview mirror. "Stay put, baby. I'm gonna get you some duds. Back in a few minutes." With that, he pulled at the door handle and swung himself out of the cab. The door shut behind him and Dee strained to watch him as he crossed the lot and then the street. The edge of the window cut him from sight, and she lay back again, staring at the small portion of the street she could see easily. Again her mind hovered on the pleasant feelings she had toward this man. Would he take her all the way to the coast with him? There were plenty of large cities there. She could start life over-find a job-settle down.
When Buck returned, he was carrying a parcel wrapped in brown paper and several small bags. He tossed them to her and climbed back behind the wheel, not shutting his door but turning to talk to her. "Hope they fit. Should have asked you sizes, but maybe I'm not too far off." He grinned. "I was so fuckin' busy with the rest of you I never even looked to see how big your feet are. Got some sandals."
"Thank you, I-"
"Forget it, kid. Tell you what. I'll run into the diner for some coffee and donuts. Hang onto those packages 'til I get back. I know a place a couple of miles down the road where you can take a dip in a little pond." He grinned again. "Then you can dress and be all set, okay?"
"Oh, yes."
He was already halfway out and on his way. He came back a few minutes later with another sack containing hot coffee in plastic cups and half a dozen donuts. The aroma made Dee's stomach lurch. He looked at her when he handed her the bag. "Hungry?"
"Starved!" She took it eagerly and pulled the top of the sack open to get the food.
"Go ahead, kid, eat what you want. I can stop again later if that's not enough." He started the truck and they were underway again. Dee sat up on the bunk, legs crossed yoga-fashion and gobbled the donuts and sipped the steaming coffee. The pleasant warmth of the food and drink in her stomach made her glow all over. She really needed that. Was it possible that she had gone longer than a day without eating? She reached for a fourth donut and chewed it quickly. She could have easily finished the other two but she forced herself to leave them for Buck. She pried the top off his container of coffee and passed it up to him.
He'd been watching her in the mirror, thinking she must be starved to wolf down the food that way. He took the coffee and refused the donut she wanted to give him. "Naw, you eat them, Dee. I never eat this early."
He saw the quick hungry look as she pulled back the donut, then she thought better of it and stopped. "You sure? You can-"
He lifted the container. "Naw, go ahead. I'm not hungry."
She ate it quickly, then the last one too. She was beginning to feel alive again. She hadn't realized she had the dull throbbing headache until it began to let up. The food had restored her.
Some miles down the highway on the other side of town, Buck turned off onto a gravel road. The huge semi bounced and clumped along the rutted tracks for several hundred yards, completely out of sight from the road itself. Obviously Buck had been here before. This was no chance spot found without previous knowledge. The truck ground to a halt in the shade of a huge block of trees. He made no effort to pull off the road, so he must have been sure they would be undisturbed. He switched off the ignition and opened the door right away to let the soft breeze filter through the cab.
"Come on, baby," he said. "The pool is only a few steps from here. Leave the clothes here and bathe first."
Dee climbed from the bunk and across the seat of the truck. The breeze felt good on her naked body and she was eager to feel the cold refreshing water on her flesh. She scampered down from the high step and Buck put out his arms to catch her. He let his hand stay at her waist, his fingers faintly squeezing at her hip. She liked the feel of him close to her as he led her across a strip of grass and then down a narrow path through the trees. The morning sun didn't penetrate the woods, and it was still cool here. Dappled sunlight filtered through the high branches and made lacy patterns of shadows. It was quiet and peaceful here, and Dee felt no shame at walking naked beside the man. She was comfortable with him...she liked him a lot.
The pool was in a clearing barely large enough to rim the water hole with a grass walk. Just off the path, a large rock, flat on its surface, made a natural deck. Buck walked to it.
"Go on in. It's only a couple of feet deep unless you get out in the middle, no currents or drop offs, safe. Do you swim?"
"A little."
"Go on."
She walked into the still water, and smiled as the coolness made tiny shivers race through her. When the water got to her crotch, she gasped and then plunged forward to submerge herself completely. She swam in wide circles, staying near the shore so she would not get over her head. She plunged her head under the surface and pulled herself through the dark water, feeling her hair stream out behind her and feeling the pressure mount in her lungs as she used up her oxygen. She came to the surface with a splash and gulped air noisily. She brushed at her eyes to clear them.
Something grabbed her tits under the water, and she let out a shriek. She blinked and saw Buck standing in front of her grinning.
" 'Smatter baby?"
She laughed. "Oh, you scared me!"
"Didja think it was a fish?"
"I don't know what I thought-just scared-startled."
He didn't answer right away. Instead, his huge hands cupped her tits and massaged them under the surface of the water. She looked down, and she could see the quavering ripples around her body. She could feel the hard tightness in her nipples, and she wasn't sure if it was the cool water or his touch that caused it.
"You look kind of pretty walking into the water that way and swimming around. like a mermaid, maybe." His voice was soft and his dark eyes studied her intently.
Dee felt herself blush at the compliment. She smiled at Buck and licked a drop of water from her lip. He pulled her close, hands around her body, pulling at her buttocks, forcing her to lean to him in the water.
It took a moment for her to realize that he was naked. She simply hadn't thought about it, and now she glanced at the flat rock and saw his clothes thrown on it. She looked back at him. He smiled and bent his head to her, his mouth open, tongue already darting eagerly for the kiss. She came to him willingly.
The kiss lasted a long time and during it his hands were never still. He forced one between her legs and poked his fingers up into her vagina, pushing and probing in the soft muscle. The cool water entered her and she shivered with delight as her body warmed it and his hand held her open. She could feel the tightening of her own female parts, as though they were refusing his offer, but not really refusing it. The tightening made her shiver again-this time with anticipation.
"Ever been fucked under water, kid?" Buck's voice was a hot breath at her ear.
She shook her head. "No." It was barely a whisper, more of a plea.
"You're gonna be-right now. Keeerist! I'm horny for you!" He picked her up and swung her around to a new position. "Spread your legs!"
She took a wide stance, balanced herself and clung to his shoulders. He worked between her legs with his hands, and then even under the cool water she felt the difference as his hard hot cock touched her labia. She moaned softly.
He slammed his hips forward and the shaft of sensuous flesh pierced the taut curtains of her hole.
"Jeeez!"
"Ohhhh!!" It hurt for an instant, the tight flesh catching and pulling as he forced in. But almost instantly the pain vanished and the warmth began. She could feel the cock grow slippery with her juices as he pushed it all the way to the pit of her vagina. Even so, the water kept washing away the juices with each outward pull of the cock, and she stayed very tight and exciting.
Buck swore softly in joy. "Holy shit, that's good. Mmmmmm, man. Tight. Ooooo, baby, that's the way Hike it!!!"
Dee couldn't talk, she was too excited, too close to a quick climax already. It was as if just by entering her this man could bring her to orgasm.
"Lift your legs. Put them around me."
She raised them and clamped them around his waist. The result was to force her harder onto the spearing shaft of his prick, cram her hard on it and send it up all the way inside her. She could feel the added pressure where the tip of his organ forced at the inner muscle of her uterine passage. It was like setting off a rocket. She flung her head back and cried out.
"Come baby, come!" he said at her ear. His hand pumped her body up and down on him, her weight suspended by the water but not enough to ease any of the force. He slammed her hard onto his cock. Huge waves of water erupted around them and Dee's boobs bounced and splashed against the surface as she rode him.
"Yeah, yeaaahh!" he said. She looked at him through half-closed eyes. "Hell, I'm too hot to hold it. Here I come, kid, here I come!"
The cool water could not ease the hot spurt of semen that fdled her. She felt it splash into her passage, fill her. The heat and the pressure triggered another hot orgasm for her. She whimpered, clung to his wet body, sighed out her pleasure.
He continued to whip her body to him until his passion was drained and his cock started to soften inside her. Then he grinned and lifted her off his hips. She didn't want to let go, and he slapped her rump playfully and pried her loose.
"You're a hot little cunt, baby. You really know how to fuck."
She licked her lips and tried to smile. She wasn't what he said...not at all. It was just that....well, she liked him, that made the difference. And she felt safe with him, secure. He took her because he wanted her, not as an object of play or madness. Not like Clyde had taken her in lust, not like the three men in the house in the woods . . .
"Clean yourself up, doll." He plunged headfirst in a surface dive and disappeared under the water. She followed the movement of his shadowy form and the ripples that emanated from it. Then she dove again and splashed around underwater for several seconds before she came up. She scrubbed at her crotch with her hands to rid herself of the sex juices that had filled her. Even the self-cleansing sent tiny tingles through her aroused flesh. She pressed her legs together quickly and dove again.
When she surfaced, he was already walking from the pond. She swam behind him until her knees hit the bottom. She stood up and shook water from her hands and wiped her face before taking her hair to one side and bringing it forward over her shoulder so she could wring it out. Then she stepped out of the pond and walked to the rock. He was drying himself on his shirt. Then he donned his shorts and jeans, sat to put on his socks and shoes. He carried the wet shirt hooked over his finger as he got up and headed for the path again.
He smiled at her but said nothing, so she walked behind him, noticing the tight hard muscles of his ass under the tight jeans. Maybe when they got to the truck she'd ask him if he would take her all the way to the coast. Maybe...he'd ask her if she wanted to stay with him. She already knew what her answer would be.
They emerged from the trees. Buck walked with long loping strides, and Dee scurried behind him, looking down so she could watch the unsure footing for her bare feet.
His voice startled her.
"Hello, Greg, you're a little late...I said half an hour."
Dee looked up. Leaning against the front fender of the truck was a man she had never seen before.
12
Dee halted in her tracks and almost turned to run. She was suddenly aware of her nudity and the man's staring eyes. He, the one Buck had called Greg, looked past the truck driver and appraised her figure. His gaze took in and lingered on her high, swelling breasts, and she instinctively raised her hands to cover them. He grinned and let the look move slowly down her body to her dark triangle of pubic hair. She thought she could see a change in his expression but her own shame made her look away from him at once. She was confused and upset. She was also trembling with new uncertainty-she was faced with the unknown again, and as always it frightened her. Buck knew this man, spoke to him as a friend. Why had he then let her be exposed this way. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She felt very young-and a little foolish.
"Couldn't help it, pal," Greg said without taking his eyes off Dee. "I got hung up a little longer than I expected. You know how it is.. . " His glance swept over Dee again, head to foot, and came to rest on her naked belly. "This the piece?"
"Yeah."
"Not bad."
"I told you."
Greg shrugged slightly and reached into his shirt pocket for a toothpick. He leaned against the fender and worked the small pick between his teeth as though that was his purpose in being here.
Buck turned around and motioned Dee forward. "C'mere, baby."
Dee stepped forward hesitantly, longing for
Buck's protection but still confused and uneasy about Greg's presence. She didn't understand the conversation between the two men at all, but she dared not speak. Her stomach was a knot that sent taut strands up into her throat.
Buck slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her hands down from her tits as he did. His arm pressed at her waist and forced her back to arch slightly so the tits popped forward. When she tried to ease back, the pressure of his arm increased meaningfully. She glanced at him, but he was looking at the newcomer.
"Take a good look, pal," Buck said. His arm pushed Dee forward. She stumbled a few steps toward Greg, caught herself and halted abruptly in confusion.
What was Buck saying? What was he doing? She looked from one man to the other, then at the ground, wishing it would open and swallow her.
Greg stepped away from the fender in slow-motion and came toward her. His eyes were ferret-like, darting over her naked flesh greedily. He was tall and slim, with narrow hips under the skin-tight denim of his jeans. The cloth pulled firmly over the huge bulge of his crotch. It was almost as though he was displaying his promise of sex equipment-flaunting it. He walked with an easy stride that swung his hips slightly and seemed to emphasize the crotch bulge. His face was thin and bony, almost hawk-like, but not unpleasant-except for the tiny dark eyes that never stayed still. His mouth curved in an almost insolent leer.
Greg put his hand out and grabbed Dee's wrist, pulling her closer to him. Still gripping her, he used his other hand to feel her-the full swelling of her tits first, each in turn, flicking a finger at the sunken nipples. To Dee's horror the tiny rosebuds of flesh quivered and responded by popping out and growing hard. Greg smiled and let his hand move down her body-across her ribs and waist, over the flat plateau of her belly, back to her hip and down along its curve to her thigh.
She stood very still and tried to quiet the trembling that filled her. Her conscious mind rejected what her inner mind tried to tell her. It could not be true. It couldn't-
Greg stepped back and turned to Buck. "Yeah, not bad."
"I told you!" Buck said eagerly. "Is it a deal?"
Greg glanced at the girl before answering. "Yeah, it's a deal." He grinned. "She'd better be what you say, man, and she'd better be worth the price. A hundred clams is a lot of dough."
Dee gasped.
Buck shook his head and licked his lips nervously. "Hell, Greg, you know I wouldn't screw you. Besides, I told you I wouldn't let this one go only I need the dough bad. That goddamn bookie-waiting in Havelock will kill me if I don't have his dough." He laughed without humor and shrugged again. "I'm even throwing in the duds I bought the kid back in Danvers. I found her without a stitch."
Greg's eyebrows rose and he shot another glance at Dee. "I thought you told me she was almost new."
"She is-she is-keeerist, wait 'til you get inside that fuck-hole! Man-tight! And she's a born humper-she moves like her life depends on it! You're gonna have a ball, man, a real ball!"
"Yeah, I intend to...I sure do...." He let go of her wrist and dug in his back pocket. He brought out a flat slim wallet that was attached to a chain looped through a belt loop of the jeans. He opened it, extracted several bills and handed them over to Buck.
Buck leafed through them quickly, counting silently. He folded them over and crammed them in his pocket. Without a word, he went to the truck and opened the door, climbed up to the cab. He tossed the bundle and bags he'd bought down. Greg caught them easily.
"She won't be needing these-" He laughed. Buck grinned. "Might come in handy, you never can tell." He swung himself behind the wheel and started the engine. The noise was deafening in the clearing. He reached for the big door and pulled it shut. With a last grin at the two standing on the grass, he put the truck in gear and it lumbered off.
Dee watched in horror as the cloud of dust marked its departure. He had left her. Sold her-for a hundred dollars. Sold her like a dog or a piece of property. Sold her to a stranger, a man she didn't even know. Through the horror came the rush of hot stinging tears. She had thought she loved him...felt he liked her...she-She gulped and swallowed, letting the hot tears run down her cheeks in rapid streams. She had been a fool! She had been a silly romantic fool! Buck had never said anything to show he had any interest in her at all. He had been kind, nothing more. When he saw her alone on the highway, he stopped to help. Anyone would have done the same. She blinked and a new rush of tears spilled over her lids. Even in the kindness, he had used her-taken her sexually for his own lust. It had only been her naivete that had made her think it was more than that.
"Okay, baby, let's move it."
She looked at Greg. His thin face was unsmiling. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "This way."
When she didn't move fast enough to suit him he grabbed her wrist again and pulled her along with him. He had the packages tucked under his arm, and he was walking with long steps along the road. They were following the direction of the truck, not turning back toward the highway from which she and Buck had come. Dee did not understand any of what had happened. Where were they, and where were they going now? Where had Buck driven to? They passed the grove of trees and she saw the dying trail of dust from the truck in the distance. The road forked, and the dust was off to the right, making a circle back to the highway. So Buck was on his way to the coast.
And she-Greg steered her along the fork to the left. She stumbled and he yanked her to her feet impatiently. Her feet were sore and tired from the rough road and from her flight through the woods last night. Her tears had dried on her face, leaving her skin taut feeling as if it were too small for her face.
They came over a small rise. In the open sunlight, Dee felt the heat of the day on her flesh. The coolness she'd felt in the pond began to fade as they hurried along the road. She spotted the house when they came over the rise. It looked like an old farmhouse, badly in need of paint. The yard was bare, little more than cleared of weeds and brush. No effort had been made to pretty it with bushes or flowers. It gave the house a desolate look.
Greg walked a little faster and she had to run to keep up with him. They crossed the yard, leaving the road which seemed to end there. The pond where she and Buck had swum was part of this farm property then. Did it all belong to this man? Did he live here? He was young to own a farm, she thought foolishly, unless of course it had belonged to his family. She looked around the horizon beyond the house. The farm didn't seem to be worked at all. As far as she could see, only tall weeds met her gaze.
She was frightened again, but with a numbness that pervaded her entire being. She could no longer feel panic. It was as if the unknown were not really unknown at all. It was still something horrible, but she knew, with absolute certainty, what lay in store for her here. She had been sold like a chattel. She belonged to this man now. He was going to use her, just as the others had. She had escaped one prison for a brief bitter taste of freedom only to be imprisoned again . . .
They were at the steps and he was pulling her along with him as he hurried up them. The boards were gray with age and neglect. One of them had a jagged hole in one corner where someone had stepped through the rotten wood. She felt the sharp stab of slivers on the soles of her feet.
They crossed the dirty sagging porch where dust and grime had collected in the corners against the house as the wind deposited it. At one end of the porch, a tired wooden swing hung from two rusted chains and listed dangerously to one side.
He was opening the door. He didn't use a key, it had been unlocked. He pulled her inside.
The inside of the house wasn't much more than the outside promised. The furniture looked as if it had been put in with the original finishing of the house. It had the same faded tired look of age and neglect. It wasn't actually dirty, but there was no pleasantness, no life or color to the room. It was drab and ugly. They were in a parlor or front room of sorts. Several old horsehair sofas crowded the open space. Ancient dark oak sideboards and tables lined the walls, giving the small room an overcrowded, dumpy look. On one wall a red brick fireplace spilled over with ashes and dust.
He motioned her to a door. "In there."
She went and found herself in a hall that was dominated by a wide staircase. It was as ugly as the living room. The original wood was warped and chipped. It had been painted at some time, and now tiny flakes of gray paint spotted the dark background.
Greg motioned her up the steps. She stumbled forward. She went up slowly, gripping the rail which seemed to sway under her palm. The steps were steep and long.
She stopped at the top, looking around. They were in another small hall from which several doors opened. Greg pointed to one. She opened it and entered.
It was a huge bedroom. Two double beds and two huge highboy dressers stood in the room and did not crowd it. A large bay window, hung with colorless curtains, looked out over the back yard and its weeds.
Greg tossed the packages on one of the beds. "You can wait here." He started to leave.
Dee felt her stomach lurch. "Where-what are you-oh...." The ready tears sprang again and coursed down her stained face.
He looked at her and frowned. For a long time the room was silent except for her sobs and sniffles. Then he shook his head and turned and walked out. He closed the door behind him and she heard his footsteps recede, fade down the stairs.
Confusion overwhelmed her. Why was she here? Why wouldn't he at least tell her the truth? It couldn't be any worse than the ideas her imagination produced. He had been so bold and direct back at the truck, his silence now surprised her. She rubbed her face with the heels of her hands and tried to dry the tears. But she couldn't stop them. They came from somewhere deep inside her, bubbling and welling up in desperate need of release. She walked to the window and looked down.
Nothing. The dreary yard stretched to the coarse field beyond. It showed no signs of life, gave no indication of change. Could she escape over it? She squinted and brushed at her eyes again. It was a good drop to the ground, but no higher than the one she had survived at Russell Andrews' house. Should she--?
The idea lay in her mind without growing. It seemed so futile. So useless. Her energies were barely restored from the long ordeal she'd suffered. The coffee and donuts had done little more than sustain her, the cool swim temporarily refresh her. She already felt the weariness ache through her body. Her feet hurt.
She looked at the packages on the bed. Clothes. Buck had bought her clothes-and shoes. She crossed to the bed and sat as she untied the string around the big bundle. It contained a cotton dress, a sun-dress in a pretty red and white print. There was also two pair of panties, sheer white nylon and very skimpy, and a length of bright-red ribbon. She smiled, thinking of Buck...he had liked her . . .
She shook out the dress and laid it across the bed. She put the panties and ribbon next to it. Then she opened the larger bag. White strap sandals. She put them on the floor and placed one foot next to them to check the length. They looked like a good fit.
She opened a second bag and laughed aloud when she saw the three candy bars. She dumped them onto her naked lap and began to rip the paper off one quickly. She ate it in two huge bites, licking her lips, then her fingers. She unwrapped the second bar and consumed it almost as quickly. She ate the third one more slowly.
She felt better then and stuffed the waste paper into the bag. The sugar in the candy was already in her bloodstream, and she lost the dull listless feeling that had come over her.
There was one more small bag. She picked it up and opened it, dipping her hand inside to find the contents. She found only a piece of paper. She took it out and stared at it in surprise. She peered inside the bag looking for other contents but that was it. She turned the paper over and saw the penciled scribbles.
"Sorry, kid. I need the dough. Maybe I'll pick you up on my way back-if the ponies don't smear me...B...."
B...Buck. He was sorry. Dee bit her lip. She read the note again quickly.
What did he mean "on his way back?" She frowned, more puzzled than ever. But he was sorry...she had not been totally wrong about liking him or his liking her...she at least had that much . . .
She sat staring at the note for a long time. She had no idea how much later it was when she heard the steps on the stairs. She waited, with heart pounding, as they approached the door. Her gaze was riveted to the knob as it turned slowly.
13
The door swung open and a woman entered carrying a tray. She looked at Dee and turned to set the tray on a dresser near the door.
Dee stared. The woman looked about thirty, drawn and tired, with heavy lines marking her face which was without makeup. Her features were pretty and her face pleasantly shaped. Only the weariness detracted from her looks and the fact that she had made no effort to fix herself up.
She was almost naked. Her feet, tiny and narrow, were thrust into shapeless slippers that slapped the worn linoleum as she walked. She wore a shapeless wrapper of some sort, a blue and purple flowered cloth that was dimmed by repeated washings. Her hair was very pretty. It had been brushed to a high luster and was pulled back loosely from the woman's face so a red-gold haze framed her head. She smiled at Dee. Her smile brightened her whole face and took years off her looks.
"Hi, kid, what's your name? Greg didn't say."
"Dee. Dee Cooperman." Dee felt a bit better now that the woman had arrived. She glanced at the tray.
The woman saw her look. "Hungry?" Dee nodded. "Starved."
The woman turned and picked up the tray again. "Pull over that chair and you can use it for a table."
Dee rose and brought the chair to the bed. The woman put the tray on it. There was a steaming plate of bacon and scrambled eggs, a sweet roll with butter, and a fragrant cup of coffee. The dishes were not imagine, the plate chipped and the cup cracked, but the food smelled delicious and once again Dee's hunger stirred. She picked up the fork.
The woman smiled when Dee looked up. "Go on, eat." She sat near the foot of the bed and watched Dee stuff the food into her mouth. She didn't interrupt with talk until Dee was done and sipping the coffee. "How old are you?"
Dee blew on the hot liquid. She looked at the woman over the edge of the thick mug-like cup. "Seventeen."
The woman's eyes widened and her head jerked up and down as if she were agreeing with some inner thought. She said nothing.
"Who are you?" Dee asked.
"Name's Bonnie. Greg's my brother."
"Oh." Dee's surprise was evident. The fact that the woman was Greg's sister made a difference. It put her with him, on his side, against Dee. Yet Dee couldn't help but like the woman. She stared into the dark coffee and watched the tiny ripples circle across the cup in half-moons. She had been fooled before-too often. She was determined not to let it happen again. She concentrated on the coffee.
"I was told you were only a kid. God! What a clown."
Dee looked up. "Please? Can you tell me what this is all about? I don't have any idea-"
Bonnie looked at her, frowning again and Dee couldn't help noticing how instantly her face aged. "They didn't tell you anything?" It was only half questioning as if she already knew the answer.
Dee shook her head.
Bonnie sighed and dropped her hands onto her knees in a disgusted gesture. "God! He gets worse every day."
"Who?"
"Greg, who else. For Christ sake, we have a fantastic deal going for us and he screws around with kids-"
Dee felt the tight surge of despair fill her and close her chest in a vise. "What deal?" The words were barely a whisper.
Bonnie sighed again. "Never mind. Finish your coffee." She rose from the bed and walked around the room like a caged cat. She looked out the window, back at Dee, out again. She was thinking hard. And whatever she was thinking about, it wasn't all nice. A deep furrow appeared between her eyebrows and seemed etched there. Dee was afraid to question her further.
When the cup was empty, Dee set it on the tray. The woman came and lifted the tray and started to leave. Dee got to her feet. "Please don't leave me here-"
She turned, eyebrows lifted. "Look, Dee, be a good kid and behave yourself, huh? That kid brother of mine doesn't have the sense of a turtle except when it comes to picking good bodies. You're here now, and that's that. We got traffic coming through here any minute now. I got no time to argue with him. You're a little young as far as the law is concerned, but maybe we can get around that if need be. Yeah, there's always ways...." She jerked her head toward the clothes on the bed. "Put that stuff in the closet." She motioned with her head again. "There's a bathroom next door, if you need it. Just don't take too damned long. Johnny Hawes will be here soon."
She balanced the tray on her hip and opened the door with her free hand. A moment later she was gone and Dee was alone in the big bedroom again. Who was Johnny Hawes?
She got up and hung the clothes as she'd been told. She moved like a robot, unfeeling, numb and uncaring. She had no strength left to fight-at least not alone. The odds were too great against her.
She opened the door and looked out into the hall. It was empty. She moved to the next door and went into the ancient bathroom. The fixtures were something out of an old magazine. The pitted and scarred bathtub stood on clawed feet. The white china faucets dripped along a deep rusty stain. A rubber stopper with a wedge missing hung on a chain over the drain. The sink was marble topped, a vintage marble that was grayed and stained with age; the bowl contained a spider web of tiny lines. The toilet had its water tank near the ceiling, worked by the tarnished brass chain with the wooden handle at the end. The only modern touch in the room was the fuzzy loose rug that covered the floor.
Dee used the facilities and splashed cold water on her face and wrists. She let them air dry while she sat on the edge of the tub and used a washcloth to bathe her sore feet. Each of them had dozens of stab wounds and scratches but none of them penetrated very deep nor looked serious.
There wasn't much else she could do for them or to herself. She hung the cloth and towel and went back to the bedroom. In the hall, she thought very briefly about making a run for the door downstairs, but she could not bring herself to do it. The past days' experiences had left her without much courage to face defeat again.
In the bedroom she discovered that someone had left a comb, compact and lipstick on the dresser. She picked them up eagerly. Bonnie, of course. It had to be, certainly Greg would never have thought of it. She began pulling the comb through her tangled hair as she studied her face in the mirror over the dresser. The mirror, like everything else in the house, bore the signs of age. It sent back a gray distorted image of her face.
When her hair was smooth and shining, she got the red ribbon Buck had bought and tied it at the back of her neck. It made her feel better. She used the compact then, brushing powder on her shining cheeks and nose. The pale-pink lipstick brought color to the rest of her face. She smiled. Looking better made her feel better.
She had barely finished when she heard the voices. Bonnie's...Greg's...and one new one. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and was suddenly aware of her nakedness. She had been so engrossed in repairing her face that she had forgotten about not having clothes on. She started for the closet as the voices came nearer.
She remembered Bonnie's words...put that stuff in the closet....Bonnie had not told her to dress . . .
The door opened and it was too late. Dee whirled and fell back against the closet door, staring at the trio who had entered. Bonnie still wore the faded wrapper, but it hung open now and Dee saw her pendulous breasts sway beneath the edges of the cloth. Below, the red-gold triangle of Bonnie's pubic hair was also on view.
Greg still wore the jeans and shirt and the other man was similarly garbed. He was short, coming only to the other's shoulder, and he was as dark as
Greg was fair. His straight black hair was combed loosely back from his face and tucked behind his ears to fall almost to his shoulders. He had long flared sideburns, and a full mustache. His eyes were dark glistening pools as he looked at Dee.
"Hey, hey!" he said with apparent admiration. "You weren't just kidding, friend. No siree, not at all!"
Greg laughed. "Have I ever lied to you, Johnny?"
Johnny grinned and walked closer to Dee. "So long as you didn't this time, boy. I always say live one day at a time, one day at a time...and I'm gonna like this day." He reached out and before Dee knew what he was up to, he had grabbed one of her breasts and was mauling it. She winced with pain. "Yeah," he said again. "I'm gonna like this day, I sure am!"
"Want me to stay?" Greg asked.
"Naw, beat it. Just Bonnie-and the chick. What's her name?"
Greg said, "Dee."
Johnny grinned. "I like that too. Dee. Okay, Dee baby, over on the bed."
He let go of her then and started to unbutton his blue workshirt. Dee stared.
Greg left, leaving the door open behind him Bonnie moved to the other side of the bed and slipped off the blue and purple wrapper and draped it over the straight-backed chair. She stood and let Johnny look over her naked body.
"You're a gorgeous dame, Bonnie, baby. Your still a knockout, 'specially those knockers!" He laughed at his own joke.
Bonnie preened under the compliment. She stood very straight and jutted her tits forward and angled her hips so her pelvis was closer to the man. He grinned and licked his lips. Bonnie lifted the weight of her breasts in her palms and pushed upward so they bunched in her hands.
"And you're still a luscious piece of ass, baby...one of the best." He tossed his shirt toward the chair but didn't watch to see where it fell. It missed by several inches and crumpled on the floor. Johnny was unzipping his pants and sliding them down his thick muscular thighs.
Dee still huddled against the closet door. She hadn't been able to move since the pointed command by the man for her to get on the bed. All the hidden doubts and fears she'd forced to the back of her mind sprang out full-blown now. She could no longer pretend any doubt about what would happen next-why she was here. She'd been sold and her owner planned to use her. She knew beyond doubt, that Johnny had already paid for her services. He too expected a return on his money.
Johnny jerked the jeans off and tossed them. In white Jockey shorts, the hard mountain of his cock was demanding and she stared, mouth open. Bonnie was still preening her body for the man's hungry eyes. He stared at her almost drooling.
"The kid got a specialty, Bon?"
Bonnie shrugged and her heavy tits bounced and jostled for space on her rib cage. Johnny's eyes widened.
"Dunno. Why don't you find out?" There was a hint of laughter in her voice.
Dee tore her gaze away from the man's crotch for a second to look at Bonnie. She was very pretty, the tired lines gone, her face animated and young. She had put on makeup, Dee decided. She had fixed herself up for Johnny.
Dee returned her attention to the man. He had hooked his finger into the elastic of the shorts and he pulled it out so he could yank the shorts down. They caught on the outcropping of his penis. The organ was straining at the cloth, pushing hard and snagging the shorts so he had trouble getting them down. He had to look down and free his cock with his hand. The grin never left his face.
Dee gasped when the prick bounced free and into view. It was long and thick, like Holland Marshall's...Her body quivered at the memory of the huge prick inside her vagina, stirring her and bringing her such total pleasure. Would this one . . . ?
Johnny was looking at her then. "On the bed, baby. Let's move it."
Dee walked slowly toward him and sat on the edge of the bed as far from him as possible. He grinned and came to her. She raised her eyes to his face but could not keep them there. A moment later they were back on the huge shaft of dark tanned flesh that jutted toward her. She stared. A tiny bead of moisture clung to the tip of the swollen organ like dew on a branch. The cock swayed, dipped slightly and stood erect again. It was a right-angled spear from the nest of his big maroon balls with their soft wrinkled skin. She saw the tiny line that traced the midpoint of the sacs. He moved closer.
She knew what he expected of her and her mouth opened willingly. The tip of the throbbing organ touched her tongue. She licked it, then quickly widened her mouth to accept it totally. It was hot and heavy in her lips and on her tongue. She made a noise deep in the back of her throat and began to suck.
Johnny Hawes pushed his hips forward and the cock sank far into Dee's throat. She gagged and pulled back far enough to breathe, then began the tongue-lapping suck that sent shivers through her entire body. She forgot about everything but the pleasure of his taste. She ran her tongue over the smooth bulging head, found the tiny slit and pressed her wet probing tongue into it. He wiggled into her touch, enjoying it and wanting more. She forced his foreskin back with the pressure of her mouth and tongue, letting it slide down the column and stretch taut. With a quick jerk, she pulled it up again so it rippled over the thick ridge that marked the head where it met the cock. He liked it.
His hands gripped her head and he helped her pump on his body. Her mouth was a fiery tempo of licking and sucking. Her hands went to his thighs, over them, caressed his buttocks. Her fingers trailed along the cleft of his ass, pushed into it and found the tight pucker of his ass-hole. She felt his body tighten and knew instinctively that he liked it and wanted her to press her finger into the spot. The finger pushed even before the thought was complete.
Johnny growled his pleasure above her head. "Christ, yeah...ooohhh yeah, baby, that's the way!"
Dee's insides were a squirming mass of hot strands of wire. She leaned hard against the warm flesh of the naked man, found it hard to sit still on the bed, widened the spread of her legs so his knees could touch her hot starving crotch. She could feel the stirring dampness seep between her hairy cunt-folds, moisten her along the crevice that led to her ass. He moved his knee to the apex of her triangle and jiggled it on her cunt. She moaned softly and sucked him harder as the pressure in her belly grew.
Across the room, Bonnie watched, smiling and feeling her own lust mount as she watched the new girl handle Johnny. Johnny was a lot of man, she always enjoyed his trips through, his stops. She felt no jealousy at his enjoyment of Dee...there was no room for jealousy in her...only passion. Her thighs grew damp with cunt juice and she crossed to the bed. She stood behind Johnny and pressed her body to his. The girl sucking him off moved her hands from his ass and put them between his legs to find his balls. Bonnie stirred against him like a cat, preening and rubbing, arching and stretching.
Johnny loved every fucking minute of it! The hot little sucker on his cock was doing a crazy wild thing to him. She had his balls in her fists now, and she massaged them, kneading and finding the hard cores inside the sacs. She fingered them, pushing up toward his prick, eager...it felt like she was trying to squeeze his load from him! Bonnie was smearing his ass with her boiling cunt juice, wiggling on him like she was trying to crawl up inside him. She was something! He was glad he'd stopped this morning-not that he wasn't any morning he got by this way. Greg and Bonnie had the sweetest little cock service he'd ever found anywhere. They catered to truck drivers. Greg had hauled a rig for a couple of years himself, maybe that's why he knew how lonely a long haul across the country could be if a driver didn't have something to look forward to. Something nice...like this. He leaned forward to shove it down the kid's throat all the way. Bonnie curled on his body like his own skin. This was going to be a good day.
Johnny called the plays. He was the customer and it was his game. "Okay, girls, change over time."
Bonnie released him immediately and was ready to climb on the bed. She knew his preferences, his delights. She knew he always preferred coming in cunt the first time around. He was a full-load shooter, and he liked to feel the hot swamping wetness of a woman's climax as he had his own.
Dee was so engrossed in the delights of the sucking she did not attach meaning to the man's words. He had to pry her from her work, and she let go of his lovely delicious penis very reluctantly.
"Swing up there, baby, you're gonna find out what that fucker feels like in your pussy." He pushed her so she sprawled back on the bed. Her eyes widened with surprise and her legs widened to invite him. He grinned and straddled her, letting the cock leave a hot trail along her belly as he moved down between her legs.
Bonnie was already on the bed, kneeling near the girl's head, watching his motions and waiting until he found the spot he wanted. She was dripping wet now, hot sticky fluid rushed from her as she thought of Johnny's tongue reaching between her labia and sucking up her nectar as he fucked the girl. She licked her lips with anticipation. Once before-several months ago-he'd done it to her and she had never forgotten how good it was. Of course, it had been a different girl then-on the bottom-she couldn't even recall her name. There were lots of different girls on the bottom, Greg found them or dealt for them with lots of people. Some came willingly, on their own. But none of them stayed very long.
But she stayed. She had no place else to go. Not that she wanted to. She smiled as Johnny's huge throbbing cock speared into the shadows of hair between the girl's open thighs. Then she got to her feet and balanced carefully as she moved forward and waited for Johnny's mouth.
14
Dee was writhing in wild fury as the heavy cock came toward her. She couldn't take her eyes from it. She lay, head lifted, mouth open and breathing hard, as the man took his position and began his penetration. The huge red bulge of the head of the prick touched her flesh and she whimpered. She still tasted its sweetness on her tongue, and she knew that the promised sweetness in her vagina would be even better. She tried to wiggle onto him, shoving and pushing her hips downward. The head slid between the open wet lips of her vulva. She whimpered again.
He dropped his body and the cock slithered up between her slick wet muscles. She tightened them and tried to clutch his full maleness.
She was so hot from the prolonged fellatio that she soared to a peak of excitement at once. The tremendous pressure of his organ in her set off Shockwaves of tingling pleasure, hot washing waves of climax. She slammed her hips up at him and clamped her legs around his body.
His breath came out like air from a bellows. "Hoooo!" He was all the way in then, held tight to her by the force of her thighs and his own need. His cock was so damned hot it was close to exploding. He raised his face and grinned up at Bonnie. Good girl, she was already right where he wanted her. She moved closer, legs spread, body angled so he could get his mouth up at her open pussy. He could see the wet layers of erotic flesh gleam and entice him. He opened his mouth wide and received her. Sweet nectar! He sucked hard, drinking the heady juice of her cunt, slurping loudly. It wasn't the easiest position in the world, but it had to be the hottest. Bonnie moved to keep herself on his eager mouth.
Bonnie panted and danced lightly on her bare feet on the bed to keep her balance. She had to allow him enough room to fuck the girl, but it took some doing not to lose his lovely tongue and lips at her cunt. The challenge of it excited her even more.
"Oooooo, Johnny, that's good," she whispered to him.
He grunted and his breath fanned over the entrance to her hot tunnel while his lips clutched and worked her vulva, and at the same time capturing the tiny bud of her clitoris and making it firm and throbbing.
Bonnie wanted to grab his head and force him closer, but she knew it would interrupt the rhythm he was working up in Dee. Instead, she moved closer again and shivered as his lips and tongue guzzled at her wetness. She was ready to come. She was hot...very hot.
Dee gasped for air as her body became a pool of molten lava under the heavy rapid-fire strokes of the bulging cock. The first orgasm had whetted her appetite, and her uterus was now pouring out thick heavy creams to lather her passage and enflame the prick that stabbed in it. She felt the hard warning thrust of the organ, the incredible pressure before his ejaculation. She looked up, wanting to tell him she was ready. For the first time she then realized that he was sucking off Bonnie. The sight of his face pressed into the wet curls of her pubic hair, the sounds of his mouth suckling at her honey-laden passage, sent Dee into wild passion. The volcano in her belly erupted and spewed out its lava, filling her with radiating waves of pleasure, numbing her to everything but the delight her body felt. Just as the orgasm reached its peak, he came. The hot explosion set off another violent orgasm for her. She heard her scream mingle with another, trail to a whimper, then rise again as her entire body gave itself to the delight.
The three bodies came together in mutual lust, finding each other's secrets and bringing them to passionate consummation. The cries of the three were indistinguishable, blended, loud, fading. Wet flesh hit wet flesh, mouth met dripping warmth, hands roamed damp perspiring flesh.
None of them knew for sure when they tumbled into a writhing tangle of human limbs and flesh on the bed. Johnny's cock was still in Dee, Bonnie lay half across both their bodies as Johnny's hand found the love nest his mouth had lost. His fingers dug into the dark throbbing tunnel of her vagina and he began to rouse her quickly. She panted and squirmed in desperate need.
Dee saw the sticky wet folds of the other woman's private parts. Johnny's fingers were wet with her juices, sliding in and out of the ruby-red tunnel of lush flesh. Dee had never seen anything like it before...and she found herself getting excited again. Almost as if he knew her thoughts, Johnny got hard again in her. He moved in time with his hand's beat in Bonnie. Dee felt the quick surge of need. She was going to come again.
She did. Long and lovely. The orgasm swept her over the brink of awareness and she floated on the high crest of the wave.
"Aaahhh!!!" She cried, fought for breath, sighed and panted. Her body tingled with delight, her legs felt heavy and numb. She closed her eyes and let the black velvet fog wrap around her. She lay in it not caring if she ever came out of it. She wanted to stay, never emerge from its lovely heat and safety. She was filled and happy.
It was a very long time before she came back to reality. It was the withdrawal of the warm flesh from her cunt that brought it. She looked up into Johnny's panting face.
"What a screw!" he said with obvious delight. "You're pretty damned good, a hell of a lay!" He rolled off her and wiped his forearm over his sweaty brow.
"Johnny?" Bonnie spoke softly.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Can I have a fuck?" Her eyes were glassy and pleading.
He laughed good-naturedly. "Sure, Bon-all you gotta do is get it up again. Get me another hard and you get all I got."
"Mmmmmm, sure. Here, move over a little." Bonnie was already reaching for him, grabbing the wet sticky cock in her fist and pumping it. As Dee watched, the other woman folded her body over the man and put her mouth to the emptied organ. Bonnie licked at the remnants of the other's intercourse, lapping with long loving strokes on all portions of the cock. She pulled back the foreskin with her hand and rimmed the head with the tip of her tongue. Even as she did this, and with Dee watching, the cock began to stir and stiffen again. Bonnie flicked her tongue rapidly over the smooth glistening red tip, circling the entire head and sucking it into her mouth, pushing it out with her tongue, only to suck it back in again at once.
Johnny clenched his teeth. "Christ, that feels good, Bonnie. Yeah, very good."
Dee said, "You're getting hard again!" The words were out before she realized she'd spoken. She was completely taken by the wonder of the man's body.
"Yeah, yeeaahh!!" he said and smiled at the ceiling.
Bonnie's hands were all over him, touching, rubbing, exciting. His cock struggled against the binding pressure of the woman's mouth. Her lips had to open farther and farther to keep the heavy organ between them. Bonnie's hand was cupped around his scrotum, holding the hard nuts and massaging them hungrily. One finger was in the slit of his buttocks and digging at his ass-hole.
His face mirrored his excitement. "Now, Bon, climb on, quick!"
The woman moved rapidly, swinging her body over his and placing her cunt right above the jutting cock. She grabbed it and aimed it between her legs.
Johnny gasped. "Aaaahhhh!!" His head rolled from side to side as Bonnie lowered her full weight onto his prick. It stabbed into her, sinking into the pulpy wet walls of her vagina. Bonnie smiled and her eyes glazed again.
"Ooooooo!" The single sound was ecstatic.
Johnny's eyes sought Dee. "Get your cunt up here where I can eat it, baby."
Hypnotized, Dee got to her knees and scrambled over to his head. She crawled over his face and crouched so her body was where he wanted it. His own semen was dribbling from her, but he didn't mind. He lapped at the combined juices, sucked her labia and tongued her clitoris. Dee pressed her face into the bed and groaned as her lust grew to full bloom again. She was crazy with desire, a hot throbbing need that demanded more of his contacts. She rocked on her knees, sending her ass back and forth and her cunt deep onto his probing tongue, torturing herself with the hot flaming lust that grew between them.
Bonnie was pumping her body on the cock. Her huge tits bounced and swayed, slapping against her rib cage with soft plopping sounds, and echoing the wet sloshing noise that her body made where it met the man's organ. She was hot and his hardness tantalized her. She could feel the burning head of the cock tight in the inner muscle of her uterus, and she could feel the growing pressure of his fullness press on all sides of her cunt.
She was ready-she flung her head back and gasped. "Oooooo, I'm coming!!!" She slammed her body onto him, jerking and pulling with her full strength. The man's cock speared harshly into her, yanking against her clitoris and pubic hair as she went back, jolting up to the far reaches of her cunt with the forward strokes.
Her violent actions took the new load of semen from him, sucking it from his shaft like a vacuum, draining him completely and still pumping when he was dry. She rocked for a very long time until her orgasm faded and she went limp with relief and delight.
Dee heard the cries of climax and pressed her cunt to the hot tongue. She too was ready, hot and shivering. She needed to come, needed the release of a climax. She twisted her body and forced herself harder onto his face. He gurgled into the slimy wetness of her cunt, lapping and licking with a staccato beat. And she came-the sweeping lust filled her, a hot flame licked through her body, the inferno consumed her.
Strangled cries came from her lips, muffled themselves into the bed, died in her mouth. Her body warmed and grew damp with perspiration. She came...and came...and came . . .
Finally the three fell across the bed in exhaustion. Dee gasped and lay with closed eyes waiting for the sensation of pagan pleasure to ebb. Her entire body throbbed with the heavy lusty feeling of delight. It was as though her pulse was a metronome for her satisfaction. It beat loudly in her ears, sent shivers of pleasure through her torso with each beat. She felt light and floating.
Johnny moved first. He pushed himself up on one elbow and grinned at Dee who looked at him through half-closed eyes. "Wow!" he said, and the grin widened. "Between you and old Bon here, I really got a treat for my dough! Jeez! I haven't had a ball like that for a hell of a long time!" He reached over and played with her tit absently.
Dee smiled, liking his touch on her now and even more liking the quivering sensation that still filled her from the prolonged encounters. All she could say was, "Ummmm."
Bonnie pushed herself up then and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up, clinging to the brass foot rail of the bed a moment as the weakness buckled her knees. Fucking Johnny always left her this way. She smiled at him and moved slowly across the room and went out to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up and held a cold cloth to her head for several seconds to bring her body heat down. Then she wrung out the cloth and returned to the bedroom with it.
Johnny grinned as he saw her approach. Dee stared. Bonnie sat on the edge of the bed and gently and carefully cleansed the man's sex equipment.
"Atta girl, Bon. Put the equipment away and keep it neat for next time!!" he patted her rump and squeezed her thigh.
Dee watched as the other woman wiped away all traces of cunt juice and semen from the tool. Bonnie pulled back the thick film of foreskin and cleaned under it. Then she placed her cupped fingers over the tip of the organ, stretched the skin back as far as it would go, and pulled it up carefully. The noose of skin closed over the head of the penis and puckered to a small circle over the hidden fulness. Bonnie applied herself to cleaning the hair and balls around the cock.
Finally, Johnny sat up. "I got to get my tail out of here. I'm carrying a load of perishables, and I gotta move 'em." He glanced at Bonnie. "Shouldn't 'a stopped at all, but you know-" He laughed softly. He picked up his clothes and slung them over his arm.
She got up and walked to the door with him. He slid his arm around her waist and held her. Once he bent his head and kissed her mouth, and she seemed to like it very much. Dee couldn't help wondering how casual their relationship was. She was almost certain that the man had paid-and probably very well-for the pleasure of the two women, but he also seemed to be fond of Bonnie and she of him. How could Bonnie take part in double sex play like this if she liked the man?
They were gone, and Dee listened to the fading sound of their steps and voices as they went down the stairs. Greg's voice joined them, and soon a door closed and the house grew quiet. Dee closed her eyes and pressed her hand to them.
So many things had happened these past days.
She no longer felt the way she had that night she'd fled from Clyde Orville and the apartment. Even the three-way sexual intercourse she'd just been part of hadn't shocked her-didn't now, as she recalled it with delight. If Clyde Orville were to walk in and take her now, would she be repulsed? She bit her lip thoughtfully. She didn't think she would.
She'd lost all the imagine frilly ideas she'd had about love and sex and men. She had changed a lot of ideas she'd had about herself too. She was changed-a totally different person than the schoolgirl who'd run away from home two days ago.
Outside she heard the heavy whine of a big truck off in the distance. Johnny and his perishables-on their way again. The old farmhouse was merely a stopping place-a truck stop for drivers who needed a little sex to revive them on their long journeys. Buck Murphy had known about it, even known that Greg would "buy" a girl to work for him.
Was she a prisoner here? She hadn't thought about it before. How many prisons were there in the world that could hold her? Her home, the apartment, had been the first. She had thought it deadly until she was trapped in the collector's house, threatened both in limb and life. Even the truck ride with Buck had been a trap, since he'd acted without her knowledge and traded her for payment of his racing debt. And now, the farmhouse.
She stared at the ceiling, gray and water-stained with age. Was she a prisoner here? She wondered.
15
She had cleaned up and come back to the bedroom when she heard Bonnie and her brother returning. Greg looked at her with a new look of interest now. She was a valuable piece of property, she had already paid off the money he had invested in her. And from what Johnny Hawes said, she'd been worth every dollar of it.
"Hi, kid, you okay?" he asked.
Surprised, she nodded. "Yes."
He smiled. "Good old Buck." He glanced at his sister. "Never steered me wrong yet."
Bonnie shook her head. "Yeah, but she's only a kid-seventeen." She made a face. "That might mean trouble."
Greg turned back to Dee. "You ain't gonna make trouble for us are you, baby?"
His voice was pleasant but there was an undercurrent of threat in it. But Dee wasn't frightened. "No."
"See?" Greg said to Bonnie.
The woman shrugged and turned away to pick up her wrapper and slide into it. She looped the belt lightly under her breasts but they swelled against the cloth and bulged through the opening. It didn't seem to embarrass her to be naked in front of her brother.
"Okay, Kid-what's your name again?"
"Dee-Delores...."
He nodded. "Yeah, Dee. Well, look, Dee, you wanna come downstairs awhile or you wanna wait here?"
"Wait? For what?" Dee frowned.
He laughed and looked very boyish as he did.
His face got red and he threw his head back as if enjoying the joke. "For the next customer, baby. What else?"
Dee looked at Bonnie. The woman looked old again, the animation gone from her face, the tired lines etched once more in her skin, like a web. Her eyes were wary.
"I-" Dee's voice broke as the puzzlement surfaced.
"I think we ought to let her go," Bonnie said.
Greg's eyebrows shot up. "After the dough I paid for her? Not on your life!"
"You got that back already from Hawes. Don't push your luck, Greg. We only have Smitty coming for sure today. I can handle him alone."
Greg frowned and looked away. "Smitty won't pay top price unless we got something special to deliver."
"So? Take the usual. It's not worth the extra fifty to take a chance." Her tone never wavered but Dee heard the small note of plea in it. The woman was frightened and wanted to get rid of her.
Dee hid her smile. That was a switch. She'd considered this a prison, and here her jailer was trying to get rid of her.
"No, I'm not going to argue. She stays." He grinned at Dee. "Besides, I haven't even had a romp with her yet. It wouldn't be fair for her to leave before I see what she can do."
For the first time, Dee was frightened. Something in the man's voice was cold and calculating. She knew instinctively that sex would not be a game with him. He would be cold and ruthless, taking what he wanted, demanding much from the woman. She felt a cold shiver race along her spine. She looked away from him and the strange look in his eyes.
Bonnie seemed to sense her brother's mood and dropped the subject. Dee knew that she had not been convinced, only preferred to let the matter rest for the time being. It was as if she recognized the signs that pointed to futility of argument...or that she didn't want to anger the man. The air in the room was tense and Dee shivered and sat up straighter, crossing her arms over her nakedness.
"Can I get dressed now?" she asked Bonnie.
"Sure kid, go ahead. Come on down then and you can help me fix some lunch." Bonnie smiled and it reassured Dee somewhat.
Bonnie touched her brother's arm. "Why don't you get the pickup fixed today? You've been promising to check those brakes for over a week."
He whirled toward the door. "Don't push me!" His anger was out of proportion to the request. To Dee it indicated cause for alarm. She was afraid of Greg, she knew.
Bonnie followed her brother out of the room but turned to offer Dee a small smile. Dee rose quickly when they were gone and got the clothes Buck had bought her and donned them. The dress was a little tight across the breasts but otherwise a good fit. Buck had done well. The bikini panties stretched over her hips nicely. He hadn't bought a bra, but the tight dress bound her effectively, even though it allowed the outline of her nipples to show clearly against the cloth. She retied the ribbon in her hair after she had brushed it again and dabbed powder on her shiny nose, applied lipstick and thrust her feet into the sandals.
Downstairs, she found the kitchen easily behind the stairs. It was large and old-fashioned, with a round table dominating the center of the floor but leaving plenty of room for the ancient gas range on its spindly legs, a coil-top refrigerator that wheezed constantly, a sink and several dark wood cupboards. Bonnie was at the stove stirring a pan of soup. The empty can stood on the counter near her and when she lifted the spoon from the pan she set it to rest in the can. She smiled at Dee.
"There's some plates and stuff in there," she said, pointing at some cupboard doors.
Dee got them and set the table. The dishes and cups were faded and chipped. They were like everything else in the house-old and worn. Greg wasn't in the room but from somewhere outside Dee heard the clink of tools against metal. Had he gone to fix the truck?
When the soup was hot Bonnie got a loaf of bread and dropped it on the table in its wrapper. From the refrigerator, she brought a plate of butter and some jam in a glass.
She crossed to the back door, then, and called her brother. He came, and the three ate in silence.
Dee began to feel uneasy under the strain. Maybe she should try to leave. She was dressed now, at least she would be better off than when she had run from Andrews and his friends. And she knew where the highway was. She could hitch a ride to-where? Where did she want to go? She wasn't sure. She hadn't done very well so far, and she was reluctant to strike out blindly again. And there were the wide open fields to consider. She would have to cross a lot of open space before she could find cover. If Greg decided to follow her or catch her, she wouldn't have the advantage of woods to hide in.
She knew then that she would not flee. She couldn't do that again. She had come to no harm here. If she was careful she would be okay. The trick was not to upset Greg, the way she saw it. Bonnie was extremely careful not to incur her brother's wrath. Dee would do the same, follow Bonnie's suit.
After lunch she washed and dried the dishes. Greg vanished outside someplace and the tinkering noises resumed. Bonnie hummed softly and scrubbed out some jeans in a washtub near the back door.
Dee heard the throbbing motor of the truck first. She looked up and held her breath. Yes, it was a truck, a big one. Bonnie came into the kitchen drying her hands on her apron. Greg was only a minute behind her.
"He's early," Greg said and went to the sink to scrub the grease from his hands and wash up.
Bonnie nodded. "You know Smitty."
Greg laughed.
Bonnie went out toward the front of the house. Dee stood near the stove not knowing what to do. When Greg turned and saw her there, he frowned. "Go upstairs, what are you waiting for?"
She ran past him. Bonnie was in the hall. She had combed her hair and put on makeup again and once more her face was transformed to hopefulness and youth. She was pretty. Dee smiled.
Bonnie said, "Better go back up to the bedroom, kid. And take off the dress. Smitty doesn't like to waste time." She stood at the foot of the stairs and waited until Dee reached the top and went into the bedroom. Then she turned to the front door. She had it open by the time the man stepped onto the sagging stairs.
"Hi, Smitty."
"Bonnie! You look better than ever!" Smitty was tall and lanky, with long arms and a tight face that seemed to frown even when he smiled. His eyes were dark and brooding, his hair unfashionably short and neatly combed.
He put his arm around Bonnie and they reentered the house, closing the door behind them Greg emerged from the kitchen.
"Hey, long time no see. Been a month, hasn't it?" Greg asked.
The man nodded. "Yeah, I've been down south. I had a contract with an outfit in Georgia." He made a face. "Never again. What a drag." He squeezed Bonnie and let his hand slip between the loose folds of the garment she wore and find her breast. Bonnie reached to her waist and untied the sash so the wrapper fell open all the way down. Smitty shot a quick look at the exposed flesh and smiled. "No fuck stops down there! You oughtta open a branch office, Greg!" The two men laughed and Bonnie started up the stairs with Smitty still holding her naked tit. He fell in step with her.
Greg said, "Want the house special todcy, man? We got a chick up there-brand new and really something. Just got her this morning." Greg grinned. "Ask Bonnie, the kid is really a hot number."
Glancing at Bonnie, Smitty asked, "She worth the extra dough baby? Can she give me anything you can't?"
Bonnie resisted the impulse to look at Greg. She smiled carefully. "Yeah, she's good."
Smitty took his hand from her tit. "If you say so, that's good enough for me, sweetie." He removed his hand from her flesh and reached for a wallet from his pocket. As soon as the crisp bills had changed to Greg's hands, he started up again. "Let's go, I gotta schedule to make."
Greg followed them up. In the bedroom, Dee sat naked on the edge of the bed and waited. Her heart was pounding, both from running up the stairs and disrobing so quickly and from the anticipation of new experiences. She appraised the new man quickly as he came in, letting her eyes linger at the bulge of his crotch for an instant. He seemed to like it. She did too. She could already feel the warm sensation begin between her thighs and the pulsing throb in her belly.
Bonnie took off the wrapper and the man began to undress.
"Her name's Dee," Greg said.
Smitty smiled. "Just so long as her cunt and ass-hole are hot I don't care about her name!"
His words didn't shock Dee, they excited her. She waited for him to pull off his socks. His organ was hard and heavy, an enticing sight where the pale flesh of his thighs met in the dark thatch of hair. His cock was fully erect, hard and swollen, glistening with a drop of moisture on the shiny-skinned head. He came to the bed.
To her surprise, he didn't offer the prick to her mouth. Her throat was thick with saliva and she longed for the lovely taste of the organ. But he pushed her down so she fell back across the bed. He got beside her quickly, his face at her tits, his mouth wide and tongue probing. He grabbed a nipple, forced it turgid with his tongue flicks, then took as much of the tit as he could in his mouth and sucked hard. For an instant, the tight pain seared through Dee and she wanted to cry out, but the lapping tongue soothed the pain and the next moment she was writhing for more. She wanted to feel him all over her body, his hot tongue lashing at her flesh...between her legs...at her buttocks.
Her hands were all over him, touching, feeling, pulling and demanding response. Smitty rolled his body atop her and brought his mouth up to hers. His kiss was wet and hot, an urgent request. She wasn't sure what happened next, it came so fast. With a few sudden moves, the man's prick was in her, scoring high in her cunt and filling her with heat and fire. He yanked her sideways, then completed the roll so she was lying on him, stretched along his length. Before she could pull her legs up and straddle him, another pressure scorched her back. She couldn't move much but she turned her head enough so she could see Greg's naked torso behind her. His face was serious and scowling, but his body was warm and hard.
She felt the tugging of his hands at her buttocks and the stabbing pain as his cock found her ass-hole and forced itself into the tight drawstring. She opened her mouth to scream, but the man under her covered it with his open mouth and smothered her sounds with his lashing, digging tongue. The cock shafted into her ass-hole, sending out hot sparks and a small spurt of thick wetness to lubricate the hot hugging tunnel. Dee could scarcely breathe...and then she didn't care. The twin pressures in her met and fused. The cock in her vagina throbbed with readiness. The one in her back gate was a pillar of fire. And she was caught between them, burning, pounding and needing.
Greg slammed his body to hers in a steady motion as he sought his climax. The force of his weight rocked her back and forth on the other man's cock, scraping her clitoris harshly on his pubic hair and exciting her completely. Smitty's hands gripped her body, her tits, mashing and squeezing them as his passion grew.
He gave the signal. He jerked his head to free his mouth from her eager lips and screamed to Greg. "Go, go! Yeeesss, NOW! I'm gonna shoot my load!"
The bodies caught her in their vise, squeezed by their double passion, and finally both men ejaculated at the same time. Their timing was accurate, and Dee gasped as the hot loads blew into her body, setting off an immediate orgasm for her. She couldn't make any sound, her mouth was open and her tongue working, but only thick animal cries emerged. Her entire body shuddered and shook first like a puppet on a string, then finally like a rag doll. She was eaten with the flaming orgasm, swept high in its dancing fire, slowly fluttered to stillness. Air tore through her lungs in huge gasps.
It was some time before she realized the men had stopped and Greg had climbed from her. Smitty rolled her sideways and let her fall to the bed. She lay limp and exhausted. Neither of them paid any attention to her, and she was glad for the chance to absorb the myriad feelings that filled her body.
She was dimly aware of the men moving, leaving the bed, and of new sounds around her. She looked up.
They had moved to the other bed, both men panting and heaving, and Bonnie quickly coming between them. They reversed their positions with her, with her brother straddling her first and entering her cunt. He rolled her over and the other man entered her ass-hole. Dee watched in stunned amazement. Both men's cocks were instantly hard again as they came to the woman. Greg's eyes were glazed and he seemed to move with an urgent need that he could not control. Bonnie smiled gently at him as she looked down at his face and waited for the truck driver to force his prick up her.
The moans and cries filled the room. Dee curled her body on the other bed and had to pull her knees up to her belly to still the hot pulling in her.
"Yeah! Fuck!"
"Oooooohhhhh!!! ! !"
"God almighty, that's good!! Oooooohhhhh!!! ! !"
Dee's body rocked the bed as she clutched her knees tight and felt the spurt of her own secretions as she became aroused at the sight and sounds. They brought to instant recall the same fantastic pleasure the two men had given her. She could still feel the ecstatic ripples radiate through her. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and breathed hard.
It was over then. Smitty climbed from the woman and walked across the room and out the door. A moment later Dee heard the sound of running water in the bathroom.
Bonnie rolled slowly off her brother and propped herself on one elbow and stroked his hair and cheek. After a few minutes, Greg smiled.
"You're good to me, Bonnie," he said in a child-like voice. "I love you."
She stroked his cheek again and brought her lips lightly to his. Then she rose from the bed and pulled him by the hand until he was up. He sat on the edge of the bed a minute, dazed, but then got to his feet. Bonnie handed him his clothes and he walked slowly from the room.
Bonnie watched him go, the smile still touching her lips. She turned, pulled some tissues from a box on the dresser and began to mop between her legs. She tossed the box to Dee.
16
Smitty came back still toweling himself dry. He began to dress. Bonnie leaned on the bedpost and watched him.
"Smitty?"
"Yeah?" He looked up.
"Do me a favor?" Bonnie asked. Her face was drawn and lined again, tired.
"Huh? I dunno...depends."
She moved forward and stood close to him. "You're going straight through now, huh?"
"Yeah, sure."
Bonnie glanced at Dee briefly. "Take the kid with you."
His head jerked around in surprise. "What?"
Bonnie touched his arm. "Please. Look, don't ask why, huh? You know I wouldn't do anything to get you in trouble. I just want the girl gone. It's not good for Greg to have her around, you know how he is...."
The man looked thoughtful. "Yeah, mebbe...."
"Just give her a ride, drop her off some place. I'll give her a few bucks to catch a bus wherever she wants to go...huh?"
Smitty looked at Dee, still crouched on the big bed. "Where you from?"
Dee swallowed hard. "Jefferson City."
"I'm going through there." He turned back to Bonnie and nodded. "Okay, Bon."
Bonnie sighed with relief and kissed him quickly. "Thanks."
"Get her ready, I gotta roll."
Bonnie motioned to Dee. Dee scampered from the bed and ran to the bathroom to wash up. Afterward, she dressed quickly and stood by the bed waiting. She didn't understand what was happening, but Bonnie didn't ask her opinion. Dee had to leave, and that was that. Instinct warned Dee not to fight it. If the woman thought it was better for her to get away from Greg, she must have a reason. And there had been something strange about the man, something Dee could not fathom. Something she really didn't want to question . . .
They left the house a few minutes later. Smitty's truck was parked several hundred yards from the house on the curve of the road. He let her climb up by herself as he slid behind the wheel. When they were on the highway and had picked up speed, Dee tried to talk to him.
"Thanks, Smitty."
He shot her a brief glance. "Yeah, okay kid." His expression was wary and he turned back to his driving quickly.
"Why do you think Bonnie-"
He cut her off. "Hold it, kid. Let's just leave it the way it is. I don't wanna know anything about you and I don't wanna talk about the farmhouse back there, got that?"
She nodded. He looked angry, and she was confused.
"If Bonnie wants you to go, you'd better believe it's better that way. Me, I don't ask questions." He was silent a moment. "I don't want no trouble."
They rode several miles before he spoke again. "You must have seen that Greg is a little weird, right?" He didn't wait for an answer, didn't want one. "Better you shouldn't cross him. He's...well, he might be dangerous. So count your lucky stars, kid. Bonnie did you a hell of a favor."
She said no more. There was nothing more to say.
Five hours later they reached Jefferson City. He dropped her at the outskirts of town near a bus stop. She stood at the side of the road and watched the big truck until it was out of sight in the distance.
She was almost back where she started. The bus stop across the street was the same one she had left two nights ago. She looked as a city bus pulled into it and then made a 'U' to turn around and head back toward town. It stopped next to the waiting shed, engine throbbing softly in the afternoon heat.
Dee shaded her eyes with her hand and glanced down the highway. Cars and trucks moved along it at a steady pace. Going where? Where was she going . . . ? She was tired of running . . .
An hour later she walked into the apartment and closed the door softly behind her. She could hear the radio in the living room, the ball game . . .
She stood in the doorway and looked at him. He was sitting in the big armchair in his underwear, drinking a beer right from the can. The newspaper was scattered around him on the floor and the ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts and debris. It was a few seconds before he became aware of her presence and looked up.
"Dee!" He came half out of the chair then paused and stared at her.
"Hello, Clyde," she said. They locked glances for a long time. She read his look easily and she knew he was reading hers. "I've come home," she said quietly, "to stay...." She smiled at him.
He looked confused for a second, then he pushed out of the chair and came toward her, arms open in welcome. "Hey, that's great, Dee, really great." He took her in his arms hesitantly, then crushed her to him. His lips worked at her neck in staccato kisses and nibbles. "I missed you kid...."
She felt his breath at her ear, shivered at its warmth. She put her arms around him, her hands just below his waist and held him close. "I missed you too, Clyde. But I'm home now. Everything's going to be all right now." She pulled her face around and forced his head up. When he kissed her, she pressed her torso to his bulging crotch.
