The story you are about to read is not purely a figment of the imagination. Marguerite d'Hiver has taken us allover the world in both past and present. Now, for the first time, she takes us to her home country, the rain forest of Oregon. She assures us that the dangers in this world she grew to love are not the marauding beasts or poisonous snakes or insects. The weather and the earth are not violent for it is a gentle land. The only danger she remembers were the hermits who even today live in the back country of the state.
Usually, they are docile, retiring people who are no threat to anyone. She recalls, however, the few who were not. Running into them on the trail used to fill her with terror. The forest is so thick and so lush that one hermit family she remembers begat several microcephalic children before they were discovered and sterilized. The land is so filled with milk and honey that even the most mentally deficient per son can exist with little trouble. . . and exist they did, creating a constant danger to straying children.
This is the story of what happened when a young woman was captured by just such a family.
Chapter One
Hope Martin hummed a happy tune as she turned off the highway and headed up the dirt road. Soon she'd be in the heavy timber and just the thought of it made her foot press heavier on the accelerator. This is the life! she told herself. The back seat of her little VW was heaped with camping gear, photography equipment and pressboards for specimens. It promised to be a great vacation. Even the Oregon sun had shown itself for a few minutes. That alone was an omen of great import.
The farms were fewer now, with thick fir forests on either side. They looked like little islands with their tiny pastures and gardens in the great sea of timberland. Up ahead was the check-in station. She slowed impatiently. There was a car ahead of her, and the occupants were talking to the young park guard. She stopped and glanced around at the camp while she waited.
How Hope hated the park camps, with their
tidy little stalls filled with tents, campers and trailers. Even the sight of such a camp brought painful memories to her. She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the past but it forced through to cloud her lovely day in spite of her. She shuddered, almost seeing the fisherman who looked so much like her daddy. She could almost hear him promise her candy if she'd take a hike with him. It was as vivid and horrible as the day it happened. It made her feel dirty thinking about it, just as it had then. Back then. . .
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* Her mother and father had brought her to the camp. On this particular weekend, she had tired of fishing and skipping rocks across the creek. Instead, she had wandered up the ridge searching for pine cones. At eleven, she loved to wander alone and dream beautiful day dreams. She was surprised to find the man following her. He still carried his fishing pole and gear and she knew the area well enough to know that there were no more lakes or streams on the mountain side.
"Hi! Gathering pine cones, I see," he said in a friendly tone. She smiled and showed him the cache she had collected. She had taken her sweater off and buttoned it to make a container by tying the arms tightly together. It was nearly full of cones. "I'm going to decorate the Christmas tree with them. . . when it's Christmas time, you know," she said shyly. "I know where there are some that are twice that big," he told her. "In fact, that's what I came up here for. Seemed a shame to be fishing so near to my special pine tree without gathering a few to take home." The thought of gigantic pine cones fascinated Hope but she felt shy and did not ask to go with him. "There are always twice as many as I can use," he said. "It's just up around the next bend. Wouldn't you like some?"
"Oh, yes," she said.
"Then come along," he told her, and started on.
"I don't know," she hesitated. "I really don't. . ."
"Don't be silly," he laughed. "It's only around that next turn in the trail."
"Oh, all right," she said, looking down at the small cones which had seemed so large to her only moments before. She dumped them all out on the trail and turned to follow him.
At the bend in the trail, he turned around, frowned, and then looked on ahead. "This wasn't the bend," he said, perplexed. "It's that one. See? Right up there. I can see the tree from here."
Before she could say anything, he began to nm toward the next turn in the trail and he seemed so excited that Hope, too, was excited. They must be fine pine cones, indeed, to make a grown up this anxious. Twice more, he hesitated, looked around then seemed sure he saw the tree. Hope dared follow him no further. Already, she had gone farther than her parents ever allowed.
"I've got to go back," she said. "I promised my mother."
Quickly, she turned to run back but it was already much too late. A rough hand slapped across her mouth as his arm slid around her body.
A man jerked her up against him, with her back firmly braced against his side. She was left free to kick and claw at the air all she liked but she could not scream or twist around enough to fight back.
It seemed like he carried her for a very long time but at her age, time had little meaning and terrified as she was, it seemed endless. Hope actually had no idea of why she was so frightened. Her mother had warned her of bad men. She had said they could do awful things to sweet little girls but nobody had ever explained what kind of awful things they were talking about. The worst thing she could envision was pain. This is what the bad guys did on television. They hurt people. This man must want to hurt her. But why? The question was completely unfathomable. All these mysteries made her feel a nameless kind of fright that was far harder to bear and impossible to fight. She did not see the cabin. Her flailing arms and legs, her tightly clenched fists and contorted face were working mechanically-defensively. Her closed eyes and whirling brain had already receded into the numbness of shock. A pack rat skittered up the wall, its babies clinging to it for dear life as the man forced the warped door open and entered the cell-like cubicle. The sod floor had not been walked on for some time and spindly weeds reached up helplessly searching for sunlight from its soft surface. A log bunk built into the wall held the remains of a straw mattress but most of the covering had long since been eaten or ripped away to build nests for the rats.
The man stood the child on the floor and, gripping her to him with his hand still over her mouth, he fumbled awkwardly in his pockets for a candle and lighter he had carried. He lit the candle and let the wax drip on the homemade table until there were enough warm drippings to form a base to press the candle into. Once this was accomplished, he leaned over and closed the door. There were no windows or openings of any kind in the shed. "Now we won't be bothered," he said slowly releasing her mouth. She stared at him wide-eyed, too frightened to scream.
"Come now," he said with a smile. "Isn't this fun? We even have a playhouse." But there was no fun left in the child. He's going to hurt me! He's going to hurt me! Like a broken record, the phrase repeated itself over and over in her brain.
"Please!" she begged in a whimpering tone, "don't hurt me!" "Why," the man said, "I'm not going to hurt you, dear. We're just going to play house. Here. Come sit on my lap." Her heart was filled with terror, she was petrified so completely that she stood riveted to the spot, unable to move a muscle. Her heart pounded, Run! Fight! Scream! but her mind responded, I'm afraid! He'll hurt me! I'm afraid!
The turmoil welled up in her little body and gushed into a fountain of tears.
"I want my mama!" she wailed and her little body was racked with sobs. The man was sitting on the bunk and now he reached out and gathered her to him. She was crying too hard to fight. Even her frozen stance had been dissolved by the tears. "Poor baby," he whispered, "I didn't mean to frighten you. I just want to be friends." He sat her on his lap and began running his fingers through her long, sandy-blonde tresses while he kneaded her leg with his other hand. "Poor, poor baby," he whispered in tranquilizing tones and his soft caresses slowly weakened the frightened sobs and she quieted. It was soothing, like her mother's touch whenever she fell and scraped a knee or bumped her head. Every instinct told her that this man was evil. With inborn intuitiveness, she knew it was wrong -he was wrong-everything about it was wrong. Yet, in her helplessness, she wanted to believe him-had to believe him. And, with the reasoning only a child could understand, she felt guilty. She should not have followed him. She had disobeyed her parents, and the terrible, nasty feeling that came over her as his hands slithered up the inside of her legs must be her fault-her sin. Adults were right. It was always the children who were wrong.
His hand, rubbing back and forth between her knee and the crotch of her panties, tingled with naughty, strange sensations. She was the one feeling these things. Therefore, it was her sin. Her tears had stopped altogether now. She could barely breathe. Each time his hands brushed against her panties, a shower of breathtaking, responsive feelings coursed through her body causing her fingers and toes to tingle with the sensuous, forbidden feel of it. It was wrong, wrong, wrong! Ohhhhhhhh, but it felt so good! I must tell him no! Well, next time. If he touches me again, I'll tell him! Ohhhhhh! She was stiff in his arms, frozen with the mixture of dread and shame and compulsive, disgusting weakness in her that could not resist just one more touch, one more sensation. There must be a terrible defect in her character to keep her from crying out. Ohhhhhhhh! I'm so awful! So terrible! Does he know how good it makes me feel? Is he doing it on purpose! All these thoughts tore through her brain and then his hand suddenly stopped moving. High up under her dress, it simply paused, and she held her breath, sick with dread and anticipation.
"Now you're not frightened of me are you?" he whispered, squeezing her leg gently. His hand nuzzled against her panties and it was a hell and heaven of fiery response that kept her from begging him to take her home.
"No," she lied in such a little voice he could barely hear her at all. His fingers clung to her leg and the side of his hand rocked up and down against the crotch of her panties.
"Your skin is so soft," he said. "See how rough a man is compared to a soft little girl?"
He took her hand and rubbed it against his face.
"Of course," he went on, "part of that is the sun and wind and things. See? Feel your legs, down here where the sun and wind hits them. They are not as soft as up here where the sun never touches. Here, you are as soft as a cuddly little baby." Now her brain was in a terrible turmoil. He didn't know. It was she that was nasty. He was just playing like she was a baby. She was so mixed up, she didn't know what to think when his hand slowly moved onto her panties and a finger began working up and down, grazing the length of her feverish crack. She was in a panic. If she said anything, he would know she was nasty and she could not bear to have anyone know how badly she now needed that lazy, weaving finger. Ohhhh! Harder! It is so hot!
Deeper and deeper it worked the nylon of her panties into the crack until her barren lips were nearly surrounding his fingers. Her body was drained of its tenseness. Her legs relaxed and fell open as she fell back against his arm.
And then she began to wonder how much better it would feel without the material between her feverish meat and his kneading finger. She shivered at the thought and, as he moved gently back and forth, back and forth, she began to squirm, wishing she could accidentally cause her pantie crotch to move aside and yet knowing it would be awful, knowing she would have to make him stop if he actually touched her flesh. And then, with such liquid motions, she did not even notice until it had already happened, his finger slid beneath her panties and moved into her weeping flesh. At first, it grazed only her lips, raising such tingling gooseflesh that she could not breathe. It continued this way for some time until she began to wish for more. There was this one spot. It was throbbing, the blood pounding through it with an awful roar and when, at last, he settled down into her meat she felt it quiver first against this spot and she literally jumped, her legs jerking out as all control left her. Then, quite suddenly, that little spot seemed to explode and she gasped and pressed up hard against the finger for a second. When she relaxed once more, the terrible need was gone. A burning warmth lingered and she was very weak but she did manage to whisper, "We'd better go back now. My mother will be looking for me. "
"Yes," he answered, "We will just as soon as you have rested. 1 frightened you so, 1 must be sure you are over it before we return." "Oh," was all she could say. The finger lay, buried in the folds of her lips, warmly snuggling and motionless in her still-quivering meat. It felt good. . . so comforting. And soon, her meat again began to respond. And because her release had erased the terrible feelings, she now was not so afraid. He had not lied. She had been badly frightened and he had calmed her. She had had terrible, dirty feelings and he had erased them. And when he stood up, still holding her, she was too content to even notice what he was doing until he laid her down on the bed and slipped off her panties. For an instant, she was again afraid, clinging to them but he scolded gently and worked them down and pulled them free. She closed her eyes and never saw that he had removed his own clothing.
When she felt him lie down beside her, she jumped.
"Hush," he said, returning his hand to her aching slit. "I want you to take a little nap and then well head home."
She nodded and relaxed but she could not sleep. The grazing finger was working its erotic magic again and she was tense with the fire that burned ever hotter in her loins.
"This will relax you and let you sleep," he whispered, referring to his touch for the first time. He did know! He did! An alarm bell rang in her brain and she jerked into a tense, waiting, dreading little body of fear and apprehension. "This is a little trick we doctors use," he said smoothly. "When a person is very frightened, the doctor soothes them. Nature gave the body this special relaxer. It is not to be used except in emergency but it is a very good medicine for fear."
A doctor! Well, that made it an right, she guessed. Only last year she had fallen on her bike and had been very embarrassed when her mother made her climb up on that awful table in the doctor's office and let him look at her. She'd felt that nasty, wrong feeling then but her mother had stood there beside her, holding her hand and telling her that it was all right. It must be an right then.
Then, as her body relaxed, she felt something hotter-bigger-wetter than a finger snuggle into her slit, and the feel of it was so infinitely delightful that she closed her eyes and brain and accepted it without question. It jerked and slithered sinuously against her feverish slit and she sighed frequently, almost gasping for air with the heady excitation. She met it eagerly, pressing forward to push herself deeper into its silky hardness and her loins ached with the need for more. Then, for the first time, she could hear the man, panting even harder than she and she felt his heart pounding hard against her chest. He had pulled her tight and her cheek was pressed heavily against the heaving chest with the heart beat pounding in her ear. It perplexed her, that he should find this exciting.
Then, quite suddenly, he pulled away and she looked up surprised and saw the lust in his face and the wild stare in his eyes; The shallowly buried fright returned immediately but this time he did not bother to allay her fears. "Lay back," he ordered as she sat up on the bed and for the first time she saw that he wore only a shirt. "Ohhhhh!" she gasped, turning her head away from the awful sight of his big purplish cock. It looked like some huge deformity-a shocking terrible thing. But she did not have time to dwell on it for he leaned down across her body, pulled her legs further apart and buried his head in her groin.
"Ohhhh!" she cried as the hot, wet tongue slithered into her meat and suctioning lips engulfed her entire slit. And now she knew about the nasty men. In one instant, she understood all and, while her slit churned with the vile, forbidden sensations, the rest of her body screamed with the horror of it. He gripped her tightly to run, his arms clamped about her middle in a monstrous bear hug and as he hungrily devoured her, he was awkwardly trying to climb fully back onto the bed. Her screams were cut short as she saw the monstrous cock coming at her, the ugly bag slapping helplessly between his legs. They were hideous brown... like he hadn't wiped good enough and he smelled terrible. There was no longer any energy to waste on screams. She gripped his legs with her hands and frantically tried to push herself away. Her head jerked from side to side as he stabbed and humped at her and she shuddered violently every time it grazed her cheeks. Then, suddenly, he pulled away from her and jumped back at her before she could move. Now his mouth-the foul, terrible lips that had just eaten of her forbidden parts was searching her own mouth out to heap vile kisses upon it. She was revolted, shuddering over and over until she became nauseous and began to retch.
He cursed. Foul horrible things, he said, "Fuck you, kid! I'm going to screw you good!" And his big cock stabbed at her slit, gouging at her painfully. Then he reached down and guided it to her cove. "Hush," he said, and now he had changed again. He seemed apologetic-almost ashamed but she could hear none of it in her desperate struggle.
"Please," he said over and over. "I ain't going to stIck you. I never hurt little girls. I just gotta stick the head a little bit. Please! Just a little bit. It won't hurt you much." And he pushed hard and the big prick slipped and slammed up her slit painfully. She was in a panic now, so distraught she barely knew what was happening to her. Again and again he tried and then he jumped to his knees and taking both hands, guided it for one more try.
"Just this little bit, honey," he whined. "It won't hurt you much and I just gotta have it this once."
And he shoved against her.
Hope could not scream. She was unconscious.
Chapter Two
Hope was never able to forget those terrible moments nor was she able to fully erase the guilt she had felt. She relived the whole terrible scene a thousand times over. Any time something reminded her of it, it was there again in its horrible entirety. The terrible shame of being found naked by the ranger, the fear of him until she was at last reunited with her parents, the ordeal of having to tell them about the man. She was not really sure of her own innocence in the affair until she took several psychology courses in college. She was a botany major and photography minor, yet she kept signing up for more psychology courses, long after the requirements had been satisfied. Then, one fortunate day, a woman psychologist called her in to ask her why she kept going further into advance classes when it wasn't her field. The woman seemed to understand even before she asked the question.
"Hope," she said finally, "have you got a hangup that needs talking out?"
"I don't know what you mean," Hope answered quickly but then she looked into the friendly, sympathetic eyes and told her the whole sordid story.
The woman sat there for some time, drumming her pencil on the desk.
"Hope," she said with a sigh, "this is so common it makes me sick. I had it happen. . . nearly every girl in the world has. Oh, I wasn't put through nearly the ordeal you were but. . ." she laughed, "how many times have you heard the boys say 'she says no but means yes'? A thousand times, I'll wager. Sure, there are a lot like that but every woman tends to freeze when she is shocked. That few seconds leaves her feeling guilty and yet you wouldn't be a woman if you hadn't felt something. It's the freeze that causes the guilt and this is the fault of the parents who don't warn a child of this perfectly natural reaction. Once a woman knows about sex. . . understands men and their desires, she doesn't freeze for a moment. She either says, lets go or get lost. It's the lack of understanding the feeling that perhaps you have misread an accidental touch. . . oh, Hope, it's so complicated but you go back to your sorority house and ask the girls. Every one of them will have a similar tale of woe. I don't mean that they've all been raped but everyone of them has frozen during at least one pass and will tell you they felt guity about it." Hope never mentioned it to her sorority sisters but then she didn't need to. She trusted the woman's word and let it go at that. The memories became rarer after that. She still refused to date but she was happy in her work and well liked by everyone. She had almost been able to forget it all until she passed the park camp. She heard a horn blast behind her and shook her head. The car ahead had finally moved on. Quickly she stepped on the gas and pulled up to the checkstation.
"Staying in the camp?" the ranger asked with a smile.
"Nope," she answered. "I'm going on up Larch mountain and pack in."
"Got a spot in mind?" he asked, "in case you break a leg or something."
"Yes," she grinned. "The second falls back of the big one on Multnomah Creek.
He nodded. "Nice spot. Very private."
He was young, and too familiar for her taste.
"I'm going to photograph some plants for a report in botany. They're the most luxuriant and varied there, I think." "Oh, yes," he answered, a bit taken back. "Yes, that's an excellent spot. When do you expect to be checking out?" "Five days. I have to be back Monday," she told him and then signed the card he'd filled out for her.
"Don't break a leg," he laughed. "It's a four mile pack in."
"I know," she laughed, "but I can slide down the trail to Multnomah lodge in an hour."
He laughed. "Take an extra pair of pants if you do! How come you didn't take that route in?"
"Are you mad?" she asked incredulously. "I don't enjoy packing in when it's straight up!" They both laughed and he waved her through. She would soon be away from people, away from everything. Happily, she returned to humming her merry little tune.
Chapter Three
It took her three trips to pack in all of her gear to the campsite. By dusk, she had hiked twenty-four miles and half of it a steady uphill grind. She was almost too tired to set up her camp or cook a meal but she was totally content. She scrounged through the pile of gear until she found her gas lantern, then pumped it up and got it lit just as night descended heavily around her.
It was delightfully balmy weather and she leaned back against a moss-covered log to survey her precious domain. It was truly her spot!
She loved the rain forest, gloried in the luxuriant growth and never minded in the least when it drizzled day after day. This night was especially pleasant, the air being unusually dry for the area.
Hope had slugged through the long summer session at Oregon State and it had been far more of a drag than she'd dreamed possible. She was so anxious to get through school, to get on with her life that she'd thought the summer session an ideal solution to get through her master's. It had not proved to be pleasant at all. Every professor who remained on campus seemed to resent having to stay and most of the students were ones in danger of flunking out if they didn't catch up. Thank God, she'd be done before next summer. She knew she hadn't really been fair about it. There had been so few girls left on campus that the men had become far more insistent than usual. After the first couple of terms, they'd generally accepted her refusals and left her alone. She was an exceptionally attractive girl and her parents had always seen that she had the proper clothes and grooming habits to augment her good looks. Her rich, shoulder-length chestnut hair was thick and luxuriant, her skin was fine textured and fair. Thick lashes framed her large green eyes and her features were finely chiseled and absolutely symmetrical. She was of average height, five foot five the last time she measured and small boned. Her father had taught her to walk straight and true like an Indian from the time she could follow along behind him on the trail and it gave her a regal bearing that was completely natural to her. She had declined dozens of requests to enter beauty contests and had, in spite of her refusal, been chosen Homecoming Queen during her senior year. It had been pleasant to know she had so many friends but she was terribly embarrassed until it was over. Her parents, on the other hand, had been delirious over it and it excited her just to make them so happy. Her Phi Beta Kappa key for excellence did not thrill them nearly as much as her winning a silly beauty contest but such was the mystery of parenthood. Their feelings did perplex Hope. They seemed constantly anxious for her to find a man, get married and start a brood of grandchildren for them. Her discovery of an antidote that could be added to any insecticide to save bees came during her senior year and they hadn't been very impressed at all, going so far as to mention a grandchild would make a better goal to strive for. She had decided that age must narrow people until she realized how thrilled her professor was over the discovery and he was sixty-five! Of course, when she mentioned this fact to him he only laughed and told her that he already had twelve grandchildren so he could appreciate her discovery.
"Be patient with them, child," he had said, patting her arm. "They only want your happiness."
"But I am happy!"
His smile faded then. "But you will never be fulfilled completely as a woman until you have found your home and children. It will come." Beans! she thought, with the overpopulation today, you'd think they'd pin a medal on me for not wanting a man!
She did not, however, trouble her professor with such thoughts. Hope pulled herself out of her reverie and looked about at the pile of things that had to be assembled before she could turn in for the night.
"Oh dear," she moaned. Pulling a tin of tuna from her supplies, she took out her little handy
dandy pocketknife with the umpteen blades and searched for the can opener. "Ah Ha! There you are, you little sneak," she said. She pulled out the blade and opened the can with ragged little rips. Then replacing the blade she pulled out another section that proved to be a fork. Can't understand how the Indians ever got along without all these modem conveniences, she thought with a snicker as she dug into the tuna.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she sighed after the first bite, "Ambrosia of the Gods, for sure." Leaning back, while savoring each mouthful with a connoisseur's delight, she looked up through the black shadows of the thick evergreen trees to the tiny patch of stars above her. It was a wonderful place to be! She sat, listening to the soft night rustle and breathing in the sweetly scented air for a long time. Only when her gas lantern began to grow dim did she realize how long she had been idle. Quickly, she pumped it back up and began arranging her gear. She certainly couldn't leave things as they were. In the rain forest, there was nothing to fear in the night. No bears or snakes or spiders with poisonous barbs or clawing paws. The only possible harm that could come to her person would be from something human. . . a gun, which had no place in the thick forest, or a hermit. The woods were full of them but they were mostly harmless, retiring and shy in the extreme. No, the danger was not to her but to her gear for if the rains did not come, the dew would and everything would be wet and soggy by morning. She pitched the two small tents she'd brought, stowed all of her gear in one and her sleeping bag in the other. Then, satisfied that all was in order she crawled into her sleeping tent, pulled off her boots, and slid into her sleeping bag. In moments, she was fast asleep,
Chapter Four
Hope awoke late. The sun was already high enough to send shafts of light down through the trees. Even the dew was gone. Ravenous and thirsty, she gathered wood quickly and built a fire. Then she filled her pot with water from the falls and dumped in some coffee. Now there was nothing to do but wait. She looked about. Everywhere was beauty. She was beside a small, round pool of water no more than thirty feet across and fed by the crashing waters of a ten foot fall.
"Right in my own living room," she purred. She leaned over and tested the water. It was icy but she felt so good that she began skinning off her sweatshirt immediately. She unhooked her bra and
pulled it free. Her full, firm mounds quivered in their freedom. Then she pulled off her boots and skinned her slacks and panties off with one quick shrug. She did not wade into the pool, preferring to take the shock in one blast. She climbed up the rocks to the top of the falls and dove into the icy pool."
"Buuurrr!" she cried as she broke water. "Ye Gods!" but then she laughed, a shivering, quacking kind of giggle meant to give herself bravado
and she began swimming briskly around in circles.
As she neared the crashing water falling into the pool, she found that the water smacked hard against her skin, feeling warmer than the pool itself. She swam in under the cascading force and found it wildly exciting. She could not know that she was being watched in this remote, thick forest. The eyes that stared at her were not excited by the crashing water or icy pool. They devoured and coveted only her lush body. As she stepped from the pool and raced to the tent for a towel, an ache appeared in those eyes, an ache to possess this lovely little water nymph, so wet from head to toe.
"Umph!" the man grunted at the misery of his cramped cock bulging against the tight levis. Slowly he unbuttoned them and jerked his organ free. "Ahhhhh!" he sighed as the misery relaxed and the sensuous heat took over. He would not grab her, yet. It was enough now to stand and watch her neat little rump, her quivering breasts. She was nice! Real nice! His hand teased around his feverish prick until he could bear the fiery touch no longer. Then he began stripping it with long, slow strokes, his brain in a fever of lust as he thought of where he would poke and touch and prod at that nice body. Hope quickly dried herself and grabbed up her pants. Then she noticed, beneath her toes, a yellow violet and she was so delighted with the discovery that, still naked, she got down on her hands and knees to examine it.
"Oh, you lovely thing," she said to it.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!" moaned the man, staring straight into her gapping slit. The sight of her cunt and meat so enticingly displayed was such a surprise that it caught him off guard and with a groan he felt his cock jerk violently and then his cum began jetting out onto the surrounding foliage. He leaned weakly against the tree and watched it spew forth with panting helplessness.
"Ungh!" he grunted once and slowly slithered down onto the carpet of moss, curling into a prenatal ball as he babied his tired prick with tender caresses.
"Unnngh!" he whimpered and his thumb found its way into his mouth and, sucking it with infantile satisfaction, he dozed.
Chapter Five
Hope had no idea that anyone was within forty miles of her as she sat down to enjoy her first cup of coffee for the day. She put the skillet on, laid out several pieces of bacon and added a couple eggs. Then she settled back in her moss-padded lounge and sipped the steaming brew with great satisfaction. The bacon began to sizzle and the smell of it was delicious, combined with the fragrant burning logs and all the other fragrances of the forest. She looked at a shaft of sunlight playing across a lacy vine maple and wished a deer would slip through the wood to make her joy complete. It was time to flip the eggs and turn the bacon. She did it easily, and while they finished cooking she went to the tent for a paper plate and the salt and pepper. She felt elated as she dug in, so fine was her feast this morning. Nothing she had eaten in months could compare to the heavenly taste of a camp breakfast. When she had finished, she flipped the plate into the fire and walked down to the water's edge to rinse her fork. Now she was ready for work and she already had chosen her subject for the morning.
She set up the tripod and mounted her camera in front of a speckled orange tiger lily that raised its head above the lacy ferns.
"You're a beauty," she told it as she peered through the viewfinder. "Now when I give the signal, say cheese," she said with a laugh and snapped her first picture.
Next, she photographed it in profile and then got beneath to photograph its drooping head against the fir-fringed sky."
"Thank you," she told it as she finished. You are now preserved for posterity."
She glanced up the hill, wondering if she could find an open spot where wild irises might be blooming. Hopping from log to log she wove in and out of the thick undergrowth as she worked her way up the side of the growth. She was so full of herself she felt like laughing at nothing at all. She stretched her muscles as she jumped and it felt good. Then something reached out and grabbed her ankle and she fell sprawling, face first in the thick, spongy moss. "Ooooooooof!" she gasped as the air was forced out of her lungs. Raising herself up she twisted around to see what she had caught herself on, and found herself staring straight into the man's face.
"Ohhhhh!" she yelped, too startled to even be afraid for the moment. She jerked her leg to free it but he would not let go. The alarm bell sounded in her brain and she began inching back, gripping a sapling for leverage. "Turn me loose," she demanded, staring in the dull, listless eyes of the huge, dumb animal-like man.
"You come me-house," he said.
"No!" she said sharply as she fought to gather her whirling wits about her. This was no man, she thought. He was a child in a man's body. If she could only command him like a child she might have a chance.
"Bad boy!" she shamed. "Turn me loose this minute. Do you hear?"
"No" he said in the same dull monotone. "You come me-house."
"Turn me loose!" she cried as her voice edged into panic. He was monstrous in size, built like a fullback and well over two hundred pounds. She had to get a hold of herself or she wouldn't stand a chance.
"What is your name?" she demanded.
"Billy," he answered slowly.
"I have come to take beautiful pictures of your forest, Billy," she said, launching into a desperate attempt to divert him. "You can help me if you like. Here. You can carry my camera.
He seemed undecided, but considered it as he looked at it covetously. "I will even take a picture of you, Billy," she promised. "I have a special camera down there that I will use so you can see your very own picture in just few minutes. Okay?"
He stared at her for a long, undecided moment.
Then "No you come me-house."
"Ohhh!" she whispered in despair. "You don't understand, Billy. Please come and let me show you. We can be good friends." But he had made his decision and there was no dissuading him now. He rose to his knees, still gripping her ankle and then plucked her easily off the ground and stood up."
"Put me down, you big ape! she cried but it was useless. Frustrated, she began kicking and banging at him uselessly. He didn't seen to notice but headed easily up the trail carrying her as though she were completely weightless. He hiked on and on, passing the parking lot where her little Volkswagen sat and strode further on up the side of the mountain. She alternately beat at him and pleaded with him but he might as well have been a mechanical dummy for all the attention he paid her. "Please, Billy!" she whimpered. "I won't ever like you or be your friend if you keep this up. Please let me down! He paid her not the slightest attention. At last, he reached the top ridge of the mountain but he did not even pause, as they started down the other side. Moving faster now, jerking with a thud against her as his heels dug into the ground, faster and faster until he was nearly running with her jostling around in his arms. Dear God, it was like careening down into hell. And she'd told the ranger five days. They would not even begin to search for her until after that. Somehow, she would have to get herself out of this mess. There was no one else who could know what was happening to her. . . no, that wasn't true! Her gear. Someone would bound to hike up the Multnomah Falls trail from the lodge. They would see her gear untended. Surely, someone would report it. And this . . . this imbecile. They must know of him if he lives here. Does he live alone? Is he capable of looking after himself? Surely someone must live with him as dull as he was. Otherwise, why wouldn't he be in an institution?
They were all questions, for which she had no answers but somehow thinking made her feel better. There was hope. She could cling to some
nebulous possibility anyway and, at the moment, she desperately needed some support. The first she saw of his home was the pastures. He was so tall that he simply stepped over the split-rail fence and walked on toward the barn. She craned her neck and then, through the trees, saw the small cabin beyond the barn. There was a clothesline with flowered material of some kind drying in the sun.
Now she was sure there would be others. It was no longer a faint prayer but an actual reality.
Surely this whole thing would be over within minutes and she'd have only the long hike back to irritate her.
She screamed. As loud and as long as she could, and just as they reached the edge of the small
barn, a woman stepped out onto the porch.
"Billy! What's a matter? That' you?" she called.
"Help me!" Hope screamed. "Make him put me down!"
"Billy, what you got there?" the woman called. She sounded annoyed.
"No," grunted Billy as he opened the barn door.
"Put me down!" Hope screamed. "Make him put me down!"
The woman was walking toward them now.
"Stop your screeching," she snapped. "I ain't deaf!"
"Ohhh!" shuddered Hope with disgust.
Here she had been kidnapped by a monstrous imbecile and the woman was complaining about the noise!
"All right, Billy," the woman said in a tired, bored voice, "what you got this time?"
"A girl," he said.
"Put her down," she said. "She ain't your's."
"No," he said, stubbornly. "She mine, now."
The old woman shook her head. "Put her down, boy!"
"No!" he said defiantly, shaking his head violently now.
"I'll havta tell your pa. He'll be home soon."
Even this did not affect him and the old woman's frown deepened as she looked up into the set, dull face of the boy.
"I said I'd tell your pa, boy! You hear?" she demanded.
He nodded and then raised his head high, his jaw set and jutting.
"Don' care," he said firmly and, turning back toward the open door, he stepped through the opening and closed the door behind, pausing to set the bar that locked it from the inside.
"Don't let him do this!" Hope screamed but from the other side of the weathered wall she heard the woman say.
"Ain't nuthin' I kin do about it!" and then she heard her walk away. "Oh, my God!" she cried as her hope for immediate help suddenly faded and she was left to face the loathsome idiot all alone.
Chapter Six
He dropped her legs but held tightly to her waist. Then he lumbered toward a mound of hay, dragging her with him. "Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed, now fully aware of the hopelessness of her position. "Please, Billy! Please put me down. Don't do this." Then he dropped down onto the scratchy hay, pulling her beside him. He gripped the bottom of her sweatshirt and began to pull it up as she grabbed the material on either side of his hands and fought to pull it back down. It was a one sided contest. His strength was so fantastically powerful that it frightened her. She realized that her neck could go with a simple snap of his wrists. She could not bear the thought of him looking at her, touching her but when she struggled over the sweatshirt, he jerked once and the material ripped as easily as a newspaper. Now there was more to fear than being looked at or touched. Now just staying alive was the all-important issue uppermost in her mind. The woman had seen them.
Surely, she must be rushing through the forest for help. At all costs, Hope knew she must not anger him to the point of lashing out since with his untamed strength he could easily kill her.
He kept ripping away the cloth, piece by piece and, although she continued to resist as strenuously as she dared, it was more a holding-a delaying action.
Her brassiere came off in the same manner. He simply wrapped his hand around the cloth between her breasts and yanked. For the first time, he smiled and began to fondle her breasts. She shuddered at his moronic behavior. He stared at them as he caressed them, using both hands as she began inching away from him. Then he pushed her roughly back in the hay and continued his play. Hope was afraid to breathe and she was faint from lack of oxygen. His grin grew wider and wider until the rotted stubs of teeth were plainly visible. His mouth was hideously dirty and the smell of his unwashed clothing and unkempt body and hair assailed her nostrils violently.
Don't gag, she prayed. You'll make him angry. For God's sake, don't get sick now! But she was very close to it. She took huge breaths of air through her mouth so she would not have to smell the vileness of him, but just knowing the foul air was filling her lungs was almost as bad. "Play mama," he said and snuggled down beside her to suck in a nipple. At least now she did not have to see him and his body was not so close to her nose. Having him lay there, next to her, nursing her with long, suctioning slurps quickly became every bit as nauseating as the sight and smell of him. She shuddered as though a snake had run across her body, and her skin crawled. It seemed to go on forever, this stupid game he played, but she knew that the second it stopped things would only become worse so she tolerated it with every ounce of her reserve. Whenever her heart would begin to pound and she could feel the edges of panic creeping up on her she took herself firmly to task. Watch it, old girl! she told herself. It could be a lot worse. The old woman will have time to fetch the ranger or her husband if you can just hang on a little longer. Don't get him riled up now! But it was terribly hard to lie there and allow this animal such liberties with her body. She tried to concentrate on some thought that would help her and finally realized with all she had been through, she had not frozen and had not felt guilty. The psychologist had he en right! Knowledge had freed her of that burden, at least. Just as she thought she'd mastered the situation, Billy tired of his game and began to pull at her slacks. Instantly, she was back on the defensive.
"Here, Billy," she said, offering her other breast, "You haven't finished your dinner. Mind mama now!" Her voice quavered in mid-sentence. She prayed that he would accept the bait but he pushed it away.
"No want!" he said and the light snap of the back of his hand against her breast burned with real pain. The imbecile really had no knowledge whatever of his own strength. He ripped her slacks and panties away. Like an anxious child about to open a package, he fumbled as he tugged at the wrapping until they lay in shreds about her body. She could not help herself. She raised up on her elbows, instinctively drawing away from his revolting touch. "No go!" he growled, and this time his voice sounded dangerous. He grabbed her about the legs and jerked her back to him. There was nothing to do but drop back down on the hay and not try to look at him.
His huge paws explored her groin, brushing back the thick red hair so that he could examine her more closely. He spread her puffy lips and bent over to peer into her meat.
"Ugh!" he grunted and roughly poked a finger into her cunt.
"Eyiiii!" she cried, jerking away at the painful stab.
He looked up at her face with dumb perplexity, seemingly surprised that his touch had hurt her.
"No hurt," he said. "Yes! It hurts," she cried. "It hurts something awful!" Maybe he will quit! Dear God, make him quit! she prayed fervently. Experimentally he tried it again, this time with steady, even pressure instead of the jab but the dryness of his finger against her tight, fear-dried meat was terribly uncomfortable at best and she squirmed away from him.
"No go!" he nearly shouted.
"Then quit hurting me, you big ape!" she screamed back before she could stop herself.
"No hurt," he insisted, working his finger back and forth in her cunt as he watched her grimace. Then he pulled his hand away and stared at her quizzically. She really did seem to hurt. He reached down beneath her ass and felt her tight button. Before she could stop him, he rammed his finger in her asshole. "Eyiiiii!" she screamed as the pain of it turned her into a writhing bundle of pure misery.
"Please! Not there!" she begged. "Ohhhhh! That hurts so bad, Please, Billy!"
"That more bad?" he asked, slowly withdrawing his finger. The relief was instant. She gasped loudly and sank back into the hay.
"More bad?" he asked again.
"Oh yes! Oh, that is terrible!" she wailed. "Please, Billy, don't do that again. Please!"
"You no like nothing!" he complained.
She sat up and buried her head in her hands. "No," she admitted readily, "I hate this. I hate ever bit of it!"
Billy looked down at the bulge in his pants and began unbuttoning himself.
"Billy like," he said. "Billy like good."
She started to look up at him but caught sight of the immense cock nestled in his hands. It made her shudder with revulsion but then an idea came to her. "Then let me play with you, Billy," she pleaded. "If you won't touch me anymore, I'll play with you all you like."
Billy grinned and then lay back on the hay. "All right," he said. "You play with me. I no cry like you."
"No, Billy," she answered as she sought the courage to reach out and touch the hideous thing.
She knew it was her only chance so she must force herself to do it. Slowly, she reached out and touched him, then jumped away like she'd been burned. Again, she reached for him, this time forcing herself to hang on. Slowly, she began to brush her hands back and forth across the top of it. When he squirmed, she changed her grip and ran her fingers up and down the length of it, yet, he still didn't seem satisfied. He kept whimpering and twisting about. "Where does it feel the best, Billy?" she asked finally and he reached up and touched the apex of the heart-shaped head.
"Right here?" she asked, grazing her fingers gently back and forth across the one spot.
He nodded and then sighed with contentment.
But she knew nothing about what a man feels and she continued to barely touch this one spot over and over and he again began to squirm.
"Am I doing it wrong?" she asked. He nodded and grabbed his prick tightly. Then he pumped it a few times to show her what he wanted of her. Desperately, she tried again, mimicking his motions as exactly as she could. Soon, he began working against her, shoving up his ass up with frightening power. He began to moan, quietly at first, and then louder and louder, twisting with the aching pleasure it gave him. Then, suddenly, he gripped her arm and jerked it away from him. He raised his head to stare at her.
"Kiss it!" he commanded.
"No!" she cried with a shudder of revulsion, "I couldn't!"
But he grabbed for her bottom as she jerked away. "No! No! I'll do it! Just give me a minute to . . . to . . ." she shuddered violently as she stared at the revolting thing.
"U h!" she grunted, shivering again and again as she tried to strengthen her determination. So it would make her sick. She'd live through it. Better that than to be impaled by the odious thing.
She reached over and gingerly took a hold of it, staring at it as though she expected it to come alive, like a slithering snake, in her hand. Surely the touch of such a weapon would be fatal. Slowly, fighting every inch of the way, she forced herself to bend over closer and closer to it and finally, she closed her eyes so that she would not have to see it. When it was no more than an inch away, she took a deep breath and bent quickly down and touched her lips to it. One quick smack and she jerked away.
"There," she said, triumphant, "I did it!" and quickly she began to pump again.
He looked up at her with dumb amazement that turned to anger before her eyes.
"You bad!" he growled and with one quick lunge, he grabbed her hair and shoved her face down against his throbbing cock.
"Now! Kiss it!" he demanded.
"I did," she whimpered.
"That no good!" he spat. "Open mouth!"
"Noooo!" she wailed, "I couidn't!"
He jerked her head around, clinging to it now with both hands as he scrambled around until his ass was directly beneath her, his knees drawn up and spread on either side of her. Then he began jabbing his cock up at her as he tried to pry her jaws open with his hand. She struggled frantically but he pinched a powerful finger into each of her cheeks, painfully forcing her jaws apart and his cock homed in on her with perfect marksmanship. "Aagh!" she gagged as the throbbing cock rammed to the very back of her mouth. "Suck!" he commanded and he pulled her hair with a jerk that made her cry out with the pain of it. The Hat of his hand drew back to let go at her face but she saw it and knew that there was nothing left that she could do but obey. He was becoming violent and his anger would mean certain death for her. Quickly, she began to suck and his hand relaxed and she heard his sigh of contentment as he sunk deep in the hay. He was content for some time, lying there without making a move of any kind as she sucked frantically, milking his cock.
"Ahhhh hhh!" he sighed frequently.
The longer she worked, the more revolting the act was to her. Fear had blotted out the vile smells, the awful feel of him but now these things were brought forcefully home to her and it was all she could do to keep from vomiting.
Finally, it was not enough and he began working against her. He pumped harder and harder as his need for release increased.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" he grunted as he pistoned into her suctioning lips.
"My God! Will it never end!" she wondered with despair.
Then, suddenly, he grabbed her head with both hands and began jabbing her down against him. Harder and deeper, his throbbing cock rammed into her mouth until it felt like it was lodged deep in her throat and she gagged violently and the vomit spewed from her mouth.
"Ahhhhhh!" he screamed in a wild, eerie pitch and his cum shot forth in bursting streams that gagged her even more. When the last drop spurted from the slit of his prick, he released her head, clinging only to her hair with one hand as he fell back to savor his release.
She lay against the hay and was sick for a long
time.
Chapter Seven
She wasn't sure how long she had been there when she heard the mother call out to her son.
"Billy? Billy Boy!" she whined. "Open up this minute. You hear me?"
"Ugh!" he grunted and she felt his hand grow limp against her hair. She jumped away instantly and was on her feet before he could react. As he lurched after her, she got the door open.
"Get me out of here!" she pleaded, but the woman did not step aside so that she could run.
She tried to push her away but Billy was there before the passage was dear.
"No go!" he said stubbornly.
"Billy," his mother told him, "she ain't your'n."
"She is mine!" he insisted.
He grabbed her to him and clung possessively.
The old woman stared up at him for a long time. "Where'da ja find 'er?" she asked.
"Down trail," he said. "One-two-three water drop."
"She camped or walkin'?" she wanted to know.
"Live there," he answered.
He was answering her questions now as docilely a lamb. He still pressed Hope to his chest with both hands but both women could easily see the change in him.
"Then they'll be a'lookin' for her any time, Billy," she told him. "It's a'goin' ta make bad trouble."
He shook his head.
"Mine."
"I checked in with the ranger and told him exactly where I was camping. If I don't check out on time, he'll come looking for me," Hope warned them.
"Shet up," the woman snapped. "He's peaceable. You leave him be."
"Me leave him be?"! Hope asked incredulously.
"I. . ."
"I said, shet!" she repeated louder.
Hope capitulated. Dropping her face to her hands, she burst into tears. The whole thing was absolutely impossible. The mother must be as loony as the son, or nearly so at any rate. Hope had been certain after she first saw her that the old woman would bring help. To find her still on the place was a terrible disappointment.
"No cry!" Billy ordered and when she did not stop, he shook her.
This only brought on a fresh flood of tears.
"Mama make cry!" he growled, and the depth and venom in his voice brought an immediate end to her tears. She looked up and saw the fear on the old woman's face. "I'm all right, Billy," she said quickly and she caught the look of relief that flicked through the old woman's eyes.
"Gotta feed 'er, Billy Boy," his mother said, "Bring 'er up ta the house." Billy smiled then. "Eat," he repeated and, picking Hope up in his arms, he headed for the house. His mother hurried alongside. "Now Billy," she said, puffing to keep up," jest as soon as ye eat, ya gotta tie her up and go after her stuff. Cain't leave it settin'."
Billy nodded.
"Were there cars in tha lot?"
He nodded.
"Pa'll have ta take care a' that, I reckon," she opined. "He ought'a be back come sundown."
Billy didn't understand any of it but if mama said it was so, then it was so. She hurried ahead as they reached the cabin and held the door open for them. Hope grimaced at the sight of the filthy interior. There was only one room where they cooked, ate, and lived. There was a balcony too with a ladder leaning against it Hope could see the binding of old mattresses and quilts so she assumed that's where they slept. There was a pump mounted beside the sink and the old cookstove was a woodburner. Hope found it hard to believe people still lived like this. She'd noted the outhouse on the way in and after seeing the rest of it, she didn't have to wonder whether it was only a relic. The people themselves were antiquated, remnants of the past.
"Ya can't carry her 'round all time, Billy," his mama said. "Better get a rope 'er somethin'."
Billy stood there, staring at her.
"Go fetch ol' One Horn's leash," she suggested.
He nodded and headed for the door, still dragging Hope along. By the door were some long wooden pegs with hats, chains and strips of leather hanging from them. He reached up and chose a long chain with a leather collar attached.
Hope took a deep breath as he let her down. His arm around her middle had made breathing a real labor for her. Before she could catch her breath he was fitting the thick collar about her neck.
"No!" she whimpered but he paid no attention. When it was securely fastened, he reached high above him and looped the chain around a cross
beam. He stepped away, grinning stupidly.
"She safe now."
His mother glanced up and nodded her approval. "Now eat up, boy," she ordered. "Ya got a hike ahead a ya."
Docilely, he did as she said.
Hope stared at the crossbeam. It was a log, peeled free of bark, running horizontally the length of the room. There were three such logs supporting the frame and she had been hooked to the center one. The loop around the log was loose enough that she could jerk it along with her and there was enough slack in the chain that she could reach almost any part of the room.
"You kin eat too if'n yer hungry," the old woman told her. Hope wasn't hungry. Her stomach was too knotted up with worry and she was fairly certain that anything she tried to eat would soon come back up. When she looked down at the bowls of grayish porridge she shuddered.
"No," she said. .
"Eat!" Billy demanded.
Hope only shook her head stubbornly. "I want to go home," she said and her chin quivered as she spoke. "That's an I want"
The old woman shrugged and began spooning the sticky stuff. She was a thin woman, shorter than Hope by five inches, but she had a rugged look about her that belied her frail body. Her hair was a yellowed gray, drawn back into a large bun at the nape of her neck. Her dress was a sack, much too long and only the apron tied about her middle gave it any shape at all. Everything about her was gray. She wondered if the old hag was afraid of her son or whether her behavior was caused by dullness similar to the boy's. She finally decided that it was probably both.
Billy ate with relish, his slurps and chewing noises filling the room. When he finished, he pushed away the bowl and leaned heavily back in the chair, turning around to stare at Hope.
"Best ya get a move on," his mother told him.
"Why?" he wanted to know.
"Cause someone's going ta come lookin' fer her ien ya don't," she warned.
Obediently, he got to his feet and walked to the door.
"She stay," he said.
"Yea," his mother replied. Now, git!"
"You no let-loose," he warned.
"N0," his mama promised.
Then he was gone.
"Help me," Hope pleaded as soon as the sound of his footsteps had receded.
"Can't," she replied.
"Why can't you? You can't let him do this to me. They'll lock you all up for kidnapping!" she cried.
"Can't help it none," the old woman said. "He'd skin me 'live if I was'ta set ya free."
"But you can't get away with it. My parents will comb every inch of this country!" "They shouldn't a let ya go alone, in' a first place," she opined. "I tried. You se'd I tried. Ain't no handling him when he gits ta actin' like that."
"Then he should be put away," snapped Hope.
The old woman turned and glared at her for a long time. "Did once't," she said. "Can't do that ta yer own kin. He's all I got."
"You have your husband and you could visit him. He'd learn things and . . ."
"You ain't got no idea what chur talkin' 'bout," the mother said. "He'll tire of ya soon 'nuff. Then ya kin go. Yer a new toy. . . that's all, like a dolly. He'll treat ya good. You'll see."
"And your husband? Will he allow this when he gets home?" she asked incredulously. The woman screwed up her face. "First place, he aint' no husband. He jest sorta moved in 'bout three, four yars ago. He'll yell, maybe, but then he'll probably want a piece of you, too. Yer kinda pretty, ya know."
"Ohhhh, no!" Hope monaned. It just couldn't be possible that three people could all be so stupid. "And you'll let him take me?" she asked miserably.
"Shur, ain't much I kin do 'bout it no-how. With you 'round, Billy's easy to handle. If'n I let ya go, he'll get dawn right ornery. Jim, he's my man, he likes it anyway he kin get it. I reckon you'll make life a whole lot easier on me what with two men around to keep satisfied."
"Uuuuuuuuk!" Hope moaned, burying her head in her hands.
She didn't ask the old lady any more questions. The answers were all too much to bear, anyway. She paced up and dawn the room, examining everything, though there wasn't much there, really, to look at. She pretended to be casual about it but her brain noted every item within reach as she tried to think of a means to escape. There had to be away.
It was late afternoon before Billy returned and by a miracle, he was able to carry everything it had taken her three trips to pack in.
"Billy play," he said, looking over his shoulder at Hope as he laid down her gear before his mama.
"Not till chores'r done," she scolded.
"Ugh!" he grunted and walked out the front door.
They heard him leaving but within a few minutes, there was a chunk of metal on the front stoop.
"Billy?" mama called. "You can't be done that fast. Get back out there!"
"Ain't Billy, Ma," a masculine voice answered.
"It's me, Jim."
"Oh," was all she said.
"Everything ok?" he asked as he came through the door and then stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of the nude girl.
"Billy's new toy," his mother explained.
Hope was surprised by the man's appearance. He was middle aged, far younger than the mother, and powerfully built. He had white wisps of hair at his temples and the rest was black. His jaw was strong, his mouth firm, and his face symmetrical. Only his eyes were weak. They were bloodshot and squinting as though he'd just ended a weeklong binge. He wore a plaid mackinaw and black stocking cap similar to the type sailors wear. His boots were laced nearly to his knees and his dungarees were tucked inside the boots.
"That's quite a toy!" he grinned.
"Can't make him t' give it back," she complained. "I had him'ta go get her gear but her car's still out 'n the lot. Kin ya go hide it?"
"Well now," he said, "there just may be a law or two against that." "You bet there is!" Hope hissed. "I checked into the ranger station and gave them my exact location, and I asked them to check on me, too. Furthermore, my parents know exactly where I was. They'll all be out hunting you down before tomorrow."
His grin never wavered. "Then I guess we'd better have our fun tonight, huh?"
Hope's eyes filled with tears. They were all absolutely hopeless. And he most of all. He did not have to live with imbeciles. There was no reason for it unless he was just as sick mentally. Surely,
no one in his right mind would choose to live in squalor.
"Hain't sure Billy'l cotton to sharin' his new toy this soon," the old woman warned. He pushed is cap back on his head and laughed. "Who cares what that son-of-a-bitch
wants?"
Chapter Eight
Mama was right. Just as Jim walked over and touched the cringing girl, there was a low growl at the door and the women's faces glazed with fear as Billy stalked menacingly through the doorway. He was already crouched, like a huge gorilla as he headed for the older man.
Jim's sneering grin never flickered as he turned to face him.
"Better not touch me, kid," he warned. "You know what will happen." Billy stopped, his dull brain groping to comprehend the man's meaning. Billy had never dared defy him and yet he could not remember why. He remained ready but he could not seem to force
himself to attack.
"Mine!" he grunted.
"You can't keep her unless you share," Jim answered. "You know you have to share."
"Mine," he repeated stubbornly.
"Either you let me play or you go back to the home!" Jim roared. Billy blanched visibly.
"There," Jim said as his smile returned. "That's a good boy. Now mother, why don't you get him ready for bed and then you can nice him while he watches me. You got lots of things to learn, Billy. You got to watch papa and learn from him. Then you can take her to bed." Billy's face remained bland for a moment and then broke into a smile. Finally, he nodded. His mother walked over to a large tub filled with unironed clothes and rummaged around until she found his huge, tent-like nightshirt.
"Let's git ya undressed, Billy Boy. Then I'll pleasure ya," she said. She began undoing the buttons on his faded dungaree shirt and he stood there content to have her do it for him. He was twice the size of her and had to lean over so she could slide the shirt down over his monstrous shoulders. The worn denim pants were as washed out looking as the shirt. He gazed blandly over the top of her head as she undid them and slid them down over his muscular thighs. He wore no shorts. His fat trunk of an organ hung limply between his legs, dangling some eight inches. Hope shuddered and turned her head away. She did not realize Jim had been watching her until he laughed. "Don't worry, don," he said, "I'm not quite that big. You see, Billy Boy has an his brains in his prick. Brainy, ain't he?" He continued to chuckle but Hope would not look at him. They were all degenerate. .. all of them. Then there was no time left to think about it for Jim's hands were on her, cupping her breast, slithering down her belly.
Hope tried to jerk away but the seemingly soft touch of his exploring hands were actually tensed, awaiting her move to flee. As she lunged, they dug into her breast and belly with steel talons that yanked her painfully back.
"Noooo ooo!" she cried.
"Ohhhh, yesssssss," he hissed huskily. "Oh, you're going to be a fun one, you are!" It was all so preposterous, so impossible that Hope, reacted impulsively. She suddenly twisted around to face him in a fury, she raked her fingernails across his face, feeling the skin burrow in between her nails with satisfaction. He jumped, startled by the quickness of her reaction and, as the blood outlined the path of her attack, she glared up at him defiantly.
"You will never get out of prison when my parents finish with you!" she screamed. "Never! These-these imbeciles are too dumb and stupid to be accountable. They should both be in the home for the feeble-minded! But you! You don't even have that excuse! You're just a vile, depraved animal!" He grabbed her by the jaw and forced his mouth down on hers, shutting her up. His tongue rammed through her lips and she shivered with disgust as it stabbed over and over in her mouth.
He drew back and sneered at her.
"You'll pay!" she screeched.
"You're a little hellcat, aren't you." he laughed. "It'll be a pleasure taming you." His hand gripped her breast painfully. His other hand snaked out to squeeze her rump, pulling her into him as he did. She fought him with an energy that was twice her own capacity to resist. She pulled out every resource, every ounce of fury that was in her to beat against his chest, kick out at him, and dodge his vile mouth as he tried to kiss her again and again. The man was nearly as big as Billy, yet she kept him busy for some time just trying to subdue her.
"She fight," Billy observed and mama laughed. The sneering grin had left Jim's face, replaced by a tightly clenched jaw, set with grim determination. His eyes narrowed as the long finger nails barely missed his checks for a second slash. But when mama's laugh cut through the air, it was all that he could take. Whirling her around, he grabbed her around the waist, letting her arms and legs kick free as he carried her over to the cot. He rolled her down onto the cot, she landed face up and he was on her before she could catch her breath. Pinned between man and mattress, she was helpless. Her effort cost her dearly. Her heart thumped explosively and her chest heaved with her efforts to breathe. His dead weight upon her made this nearly impossible and as horrid as his breath was and vile as his body seemed against her, she was too desperate for air to think or feel anything else. Her sole occupation other than gasping for air, was trying to stay clear of the suctioning lips that were trying to smother her. Her head rolled from side-to-side with such violence that her hair slapped him in the face several times before he could subdue her. All the while, mama's cackle rose in the background.
"Shut up, crone!" Jim spat finally and the noise was cut off immediately as though someone had stopped a record.
"Aah! Aah! Aah!" Hope gasped in her battle for survival.
Slap her! That was what she needed. Jim raised up on one elbow and lifted his hand then paused. "Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!" she moaned as she drew deep, long breaths of air and her frantic movements ceased. As he stared down at her face, the flush faded and he realized that she had been fighting for air more than anything else.
"All right, Missy," he growled menacingly as he lowered his big hand back down to her breast. "Now we're going to do a little fucking, sweetheart, and any time you decide you don't want to play, just remember that you do like to breath. Get me, baby?"
She nodded her head hopelessly.
"All right, spread those legs, sister," he ordered.
She hesitated but could think of no alternative and finally, with a tremor of dread, she forced her legs to part. "More baby," he said. "You can't tell me you don't do this for all the boys hack home. They all do, these days. Come on, now."
She started to object hut changed her mind. Slowly, her legs spread wider.
"Oh, come on, for God's sake," he grumbled and, reaching down he grabbed her thighs jerking them wide apart, and dug his fingers in painfully to assure her compliance.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Nnnnph!" she whimpered turning her head to the side. Then suddenly, she gasped for she caught sight of mama and Billy, curled up in an oversized rocking chair and their actions were so ludicrous and depraved that Hope shuddered and pinched her eyes shut as she felt the bile rise in her throat. Billy was sucking his thumb, lying there half on his mother in his old nightshirt and she had pulled up the hem to masturbate him. The terrible trunk rose straight into the air and was even bigger and more awful than Hope had remembered. "Make you hot watching them?" Jim asked, as he lowered his cock slowly into Hope's slit. "Watch 'em, baby! Open your eyes and watch all of it or I'll cut your air off again." "Nnnnph," she whimpered, but she realized it would have to be. And he was right. The sight of them had made her feel vile and nasty. She couldn't bear to look back at them, yet he was staring down at her, slowly lowering himself down against her and she would have to watch or suffocate.
"Wait until she licks that big sucker," Jim whispered huskily. Hope shuddered and then slowly, she opened her eyes. Her loins burned at the sight. It made her sick to her stomach and yet hot and responsive. The fiery, swollen cock slithering up and down the length of her slit was no less vile but now it whipped up a thousand erotic sensations that ran rampant through her entire being.
How could this be? How could she get through all that had been done to her by this man and boy without guilt and then end up feeling the same depraved lust as they? As he pumped slowly back and forth into her burning, weeping channel, it was all she could do to keep from pressing hard up against him, working her ass around and around to heighten the feel. Oh God! how could such urges flood over her like this! I can't move, she decided. I can't let him know what he is doing to me. If I can't stop this. . . this hellish feel of him, at least I can keep from letting him know how heavenly it feels. My God! Billy is so big-and so purple. How can she do that to her own son? What's that? Oh no! She's doing it to herself at the same time. I can actually see! 0 God! Ohhhhhh! I'm so hot! I've got to stop this somehow! She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the sight of them but as she did, the feel of Jim's burning cock sliding up and down her slit and his kneading fingers working her mounds only increased in intensity. She shook her head but he instantly noticed and, grabbing either side of her jaw, he forced his mouth down upon hers. Now his vile tongue made her think of Billy's jerking organ and it was all she could do to keep from sucking it in.
"Love it, don't you baby?" he groaned as he released her and now his ass began to rotate and his moist, leaking organ poked into all the little untouched crevices that needed attention. Hope did not allow herself to respond-to work against his erotic thrusts but she could do nothing about her ragged breathing or her pounding heart.
He knows, her heart cried, and the shame of it brought tears to her eyes.
He grinned with sneering confidence down at her and reached to guide his cock into her cove. "And now we're going to fuck, sweetheart," he said. "Are you watching Billy Boy? Daddy's going to screw the lady. Watch and see how he does it." She tried to squeeze her legs back together but it was impossible. With one quick jerk, he imbedded the head of his cock into her cunt.
"Eyiiiiiiii!" she screamed.
Another jerk and another. The pain seared through her body obliterating all else. "Eyiiiiiiii!" she wailed, her body arched up as she tried to back away from the stabbing onslaught but it went on relentlessly, giving her no chance to catch her breath or prepare for it. There was, of course, no way to avoid it. It simply happened and the brutality of it cut through the heat that had her quivering with need and when it was over, she was filled with pain, hate, and the emotions of cold steel.
"Either your boy friends were pretty puny or you ain't been getting it regular," he laughed when his cock at last lay fully buried within her.
"You're a filthy anima}!" she hissed.
"You'll get hot again, little bitch," he promised. "Wait and see!"
"Nnnph!" she whimpered at the terrible ache of him still inside her.
He drew back and slowly sunk again into her depths, nibbling at her nipples as he did.
"Like that, don't you?" he demanded.
She shuddered. "I hate everything about you!" she said with loathing.
He rotated his ass and then stroked against her again.
"You got nice, tight meat," he groaned. "Like a young ewe, only with nice big boobs to hang onto!"
"Stop it!" she cried. "I don't want to hear it!"
He squeezed her breasts playfully as he stroked against her, lifting each time until only the very tip of his cock was imbedded in her tight meat. "You don't, huh?" he whispered. "All right, I'll tell you all about it. Billy's got a pet ewe. We have contests. The ewe loves it." His short, stabbing sentences were said with a beat, matching the rhythm of his strokes. Gradually, they got faster and faster, losing some of the words and retaining only the vile meaning.
"Fucking ewes is sport, baby!
"They help you-ahhh!
"Raise their tails-aaaah!
"Screw their ass around-aaah!
"When you get too hot-aaah!
"You pick 'em up-unnh!
"Aaaand-Unnh!"
"Screw their ass down tight!!!
"Eyiiiiiii!" he cried and his body stiffened against her and he began humping wildly, pumping his cum deep in her gut with frenzied, jerking strokes.
"Shit!" he groaned when it was all over. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
Chapter Nine
It was so good to have the vile thing slip from between her legs. Her cunt ached miserably but at least that loathsome heat and erotic feel had left the second he had entered her and she did not have to bear the guilt along with her ordeal. She turned over and curled into a ball when he got up from the bed. If only they would leave her alone.
How pleasant it would be just to die.
No! There was much to live for. She'd almost forgotten her parents and school and all of her studies. If only they would start looking for her. The car! He hadn't gotten around to moving it yet. With luck, perhaps he would forget it.
"Mine now," Billy said and Hope was jerked back to revolting reality.
"Noooo," she whimpered but no one was paying any attention to her. Papa went over to the table and spooned out a bowl full of cold mush. Mama followed Billy over to the cot where he picked Hope up and held her against his chest, weaving back and forth, back and forth. A weird, keening wail, mournful as a loon, came from his lips buried in her hair and Hope finally realized he was crooning to her as though she were a baby or . . . a doll? Oh God, what a horrible thing to be. "Off to bed with ya now," his mama ordered, and Billy obediently turned and headed for the ladder. Hope kept struggling. It had almost become a compulsive thing though she realized it was quite useless. She stopped, however, as he started up the ladder. She was afraid he would fall with her though he went up as easily as though she had not been there.
Perhaps, with luck, I can slip away after they are all asleep, she thought hopefully. But Billy did not take the chance with his new toy. He reached up to the rafters and threaded the leash between the rafter and shakes, locking it securely when he had finished. She could never reach the snap.
She glanced around the dim loft and saw that it contained nothing but two full-sized mattresses and a lot of mussed bedding. The mattresses lay directly on the floor, there was no bureau or other furniture of any kind. There were also no windows or light except the reflection of the light from below. She stood there, fully realizing how impossible escape was and the tears brimmed in her eyes. She began to shake with the futility of it all. "Not cry," Billy ordered and when she looked up at his worried, dull eyes, she couldn't even hate him. He was too pathetic. The other two, yes! She hated them both with a passion, but this poor beast. . . my God, he wasn't even human. He pulled her down onto the bare mattress with him and carefully covered her with one of the filthy quilts. The smell of sheep assailed her nostrils reminding her of Jim's vile words and she pushed the offensive material down away from her face. Now he lay down and pulled the quilt over himself, snuggling in next to her.
At least he has his nightshirt on, she thought. Maybe he'll leave me alone. Then she heard mama and papa starting up the ladder. She wished they'd stay away. They'd only egg him on.
Mama's head popped up over the edge of the balcony first.
"Billy Boy," she said. "You forgot yer dolly." Hope looked down and saw the ratty looking naked doll in her hand and it sickened her.
"No want," Billy answered. "Got dolly."
"Yes, Billy," Jim laughed, "you got taste. I'll say that for you."
The couple settled down on the other mattress beneath more quilts and everything was quiet. Billy's hands snuggled her breast and rump but he seemed to be drowsy and Hope held her breath praying he would soon fall asleep. She stared up at the rafters and her chain that was looped over one of them. They flickered dimly, reflecting the ebbing fire light from the hearth below. She watched for some time as the light grew dimmer. Billy seemed content and his breathing settled into an easy rhythm but his hands continued to finger her body long after he seemed asleep. The hand against her breast toyed lazily with her nipple while the other hand slid down between her legs, the wrist rubbing against her rump while the fingers idly toyed with her pubic hairs, her lips, her slit. Each time she tried to move, he gripped her possessively. Each time she tried to move his hand away from her burning, aching slit, he jerked back to the warm, friendly cove. There was no way to stop it and no way to go to sleep while it continued. Tears welled in her eyes as her need became more and more demanding. Each time she squirmed or tried to move away, he roused, just enough to put a stop to it and she was deathly afraid that she might really awaken him. She held as still as she could, and when it was obvious that there was no other way to end it, she let her body relax and willed herself to get it over with-find her release and then sleep. The soft strokes were sensuously erotic. They were very slow, very gentle like a child stroking the satin edging of his blanket as he falls asleep. Hope had never felt anything so insidiously seductive in her life. There was no way to blot out the fiery sensation this dumb boy-man was unconsciously giving her. As she relaxed, her eyes closed, visions of seduction and erotica danced through her head. Thoughts she would not have believed possible a day ago now flitted through her mind's eye weaving fiery paths to augment and heighten the sensations churning in her groin. It was a hellish paradise of lewd dancing, mad posturing, and in the middle of it stood a monster of a man fucking a big ewe. As she saw him hump wildly into the animal, raising it up in his frenzy, her brain and her slit burst into a cascade of fire, the electric sparks of it showering out to the very tips of her limbs. She arched up off the mattress, her groin pressing harder and harder against the heavy finger that lay against her. Grabbing his hand, she pushed it tightly against her, pinning it there with her legs.
Then she soared to the heights of her crest and floated gently down in her release. As the warmth and weakness spread through her body, she snuggled up against the warm, cuddly body of Billy and soon was fast asleep.
Chapter Ten
It was mush again for breakfast. Hope was hungry and she gave it a try but it wouldn't slide past her gullet. She shuddered and then got up from the bench and walked over to the fireplace. She was again tethered to the beam and could move about but there was no place she could get to where the smell of that porridge did not penetrate. At least, by the fireplace it was subdued by the fresh smell of burning pine. The fire was comforting and when she had warmed herself evenly fore and aft, she wandered to the small window and tried to clean a spot big enough to peer out. The pane was filthy. All she succeeded in doing was catching a fuzzy glimpse of the meadow but the outside filth of the glass prevented any real view. "No like?" Billy asked. Hope jumped at the closeness of his voice and whirled to see him standing directly behind her. He held her uneaten bowl of mush.
"No," she said shaking her head with a shudder. "No like."
He nodded and returned to the table. "She no like," he told his mama.
"Well, ain't that tough shit!" Jim interrupted with a snort.
"No like!" Billy said more emphatically.
"Jim, the boy just wants to take care of her," the old woman said defensively. "He'll only get riled and it ain't worth it." "All right, Emma," the man said, "look through her gear. You can feed her the food she brought herself."
The woman nodded and got up from the table. Hope had not noticed all of her own gear piled in the corner until the old lady walked over to it. Then she rushed to her side.
"Leave it alone!" she cried. "I'll fix my own!" and she jumped between her and the ice chest.
"What you got there that's so valuable?" Jim wanted to know. He too headed for the gear. "Nothing!" she screamed. "I just can't stand your filthy fingers on my things. Billy! Make him leave me alone!"
It was a cry of desperation but it worked. Billy shoved in between her and the others and stood like a rock, effectively barring their way.
"No touch!" he thundered and even Jim backed away. "That bitch will end up turning him on both of us," he muttered to Emma but Hope was too busy rifling through her possessions in search of clothing and food to hear.
"You ain't moved the car, Jim," Emma whispered back to him.
"Oh, shit!" he snapped and turned and left the cabin. Hope quickly found fresh underwear, slacks and a T-shirt. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that Billy was shielding her from their view. Hurriedly, she slipped into her panties, slacks and then bra and sweatshirt. It was like heaven. She hunched her shoulders in a delighted shiver of happiness, then realized how little, really, she had to be happy about. Still, her spirits lifted and everything seemed a bit brighter, at least, with clean warm clothing.
As soon as she pulled on clean sox and sneakers, she began looking through the piled gear for her knapsack full of canned goods. She found a tin of peaches and one of tuna that were, if not appropriate, at least pleasant to contemplate and she hesitated only a moment deciding which to open first. She chose the peaches and after prying open the can, sat cross-legged on the floor, hungrily devouring the sweet, dripping slices. Billy turned to watch her and seemed pleased that she was displaying a healthy appetite. She did not stop until she had polished off the last slice and then raised the ragged edge of the can gingerly to her lips to drain every last drop of the sweet syrup.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed and reached for the tuna.
"Good?" Billy asked.
"Yes," she said, even favoring him with a smile. "Very good!" As she speedily spooned in the tuna, a vision of her housemother suddenly passed through her mind and she snickered to herself over the shock such eating etiquette would cause the poor dear woman. Before the snicker had passed her lips, the ludicrousness of her situation suddenly hit her, and tears welled quickly in her eyes. It was all just too impossible. Yet, when every bit of human dignity and decency was denied, even for so short a time, such a little thing as the sight of her own possessions, the clean clothes snuggling her body, or a tin of canned food, suddenly was cause for almost delirious happiness. Would she ever again take the world for granted if she was lucky enough to return to it? How long had it been since she had really appreciated her lot in life? She had studied the psychology of brain washing. Now, she understood a little of how it worked. Take away everything. Humiliate, debase, bring the person down until pride and dignity are luxuries. Then give them just a small token. Already, she had called to Billy as her ally. He is not an ally, she told herself sternly. Remember that! He is an enemy, mare dangerous than all the rest because he is more unpredictable. Work him! Use him! Try to twist him in every way possible but for God's sake, don't trust him or lean on him!
Chapter Eleven
By midmorning, Hope had pretty much figured out Billy's thinking. Trying to cope with the other two would be more difficult. In Billy's eyes, at any rate, she was not a kidnapped woman to be hidden or worried about in any way. She was a pet. It was as simple as that. If Jim was right about all of his brains being in his cock, at least he did not spend the day thinking for he did not try to arouse her or play sexually with her at all. Instead, he sometimes treated her like a doll, carrying her where ever he went and bringing her flowers and pretty Hat stones to try and please her.
At other times, she was his puppy. He put a leash on her and took her for walks through the forest. Had it not been so pathetic or her situation so desperate, it could have been a lot of fun. She humored him in all of his games except that she would not use a tree to urinate nor would she fetch the stick he threw for her.
"There are some limits, damn it!" she answered with a laugh and the laughter kept him from insisting. He seemed to thrive on her happiness. Any time she chanced to think of her plight, her face clouding with unpleasant thought, he would quickly change the game, trying to brighten her spirits. Just after lunch she begged to sit down, having had about all of the hiking, running, and jumping she could stand.
"Please, Billy," she begged being careful to keep the smile at least in her eyes, "let me rest a moment. There. Over by that big fir. Can't we sit down in the shade and rest awhile?"
"No play?" he asked.
"I'm pooped," she said, a bit exasperated. "My main spring has worn down, fella. Come on."
"No get. Hurt?" he frowned.
"No. . . no, just a figure of speech." Then she shook her head. He wouldn't understand that either. "Here," she said when she had pulled him playfully to the tree. She sat down, stretched out her legs and leaned back against the rough trunk. A small creek gurgled just below her feet. She patted the grass beside her. "Down, boy," she said tiredly.
He sat down uncomfortably, still waiting for her to tell him what to do. She looked into the dull eyes with pity. They were so terribly lost and hopeless. Gently, she reached up and pulled his head down into her lap. He lay down obediently and she began rubbing his forehead, gently running her fingers across his eyelids. He sighed deeply and relaxed. Hope hadn't meant to trick Billy but from the moment he closed his eyes, she began planning her escape. He held the leash wrapped around his ox-like wrist and she had no idea how she could free it but there had to be a way. If not this time, perhaps she could build his trust until she had a better opportunity.
When his breathing settled into a steady rhythm, she began trying to examine her collar. It was too tight to pull out for visual examination but her fingers told her much. It would not be easy to remove. She was not even sure that she could but finally she at least understood the mechanics of it. Next, she began testing to see just how much moving about she could do without actually waking him up. He proved to be a very light sleeper. He seemed to respond to the slightest change on her part and each time, she froze until he again relaxed. Disappointed, she turned to study the chain itself. It was very strong. She could find no weak link upon which she could work without some kind of a tool. That was a possibility, however, probably the only solution, she decided. Since the collar and the end of the tether were always beyond her reach, the only alternative was to find some tool she could carry with her to use in weakening one link of the chain. The knife. She could use it as a spoon in front of Billy and as a pry when alone. She would hook it on her waistband and let it hang as though she had nothing to hide, just in case they noticed it but she hoped they would not see it at all, with the oversized sweatshirts she wore. Her father had always teased her about buying sweatshirts that would fit a football player but this was one time it should be a real help. She stared down at the chain wrapped round and around the huge wrist. For an instant she wondered how hurt he would be at losing his toy. Then she shuddered, remembering she was the toy. Anxious to get her plan into action, she roused the sleeping giant. "Billy Boy," she called softly. "Come on, Billy. Time to go-house!" God Lord, she thought, I'm even talking like him, now. "You God damn right it's time!" Jim's voice growled as he stepped from behind the tree. "Get your ass up here, dumbbell!" he bellowed. "Some guard you are! Sleeping like that. Shit! She could have slit your throat!" "But I didn't!" Hope shouted back. He had startled her so, sneaking up like that behind her that she was furious.
"Shut up, bitch," he spat.
"No!" grumbled Billy.
"What do you mean, no?" Jim demanded.
"He means you've got no call yelling like that!" she answered for him. Now was her chance to seal his trust if she was ever going to. She jumped quickly in with both feet. "Billy had the leash wrapped around his arm. He didn't take any chances and I didn't try any big escape, either! You heard me waking him up. I told him it was time. Would I have done that if I was trying to sneak away? You just yell to hear yourself. . ."
He reached out and slapped her smartly across the face.
"Eyiiiiii!" she cried.
"You're going to learn that I'm the boss around here, by God!" he snarled.
"Nnnnnrrrrllll!" The low, animal growl that came from deep within Billy's chest stopped them both. Jim turned and his arm shot out just in time to ward off Billy's first blow.
"Watch it!" Jim warned. "You'll go back to the home, you bastard," but Billy could not hear. As fast as Jim retreated, Billy advanced and although his violence was entirely directed at the older man, Hope found the raw power of it terrifying.
"No, Billy," she pleaded. "No! He's not worth it, Billy." He heard her no better than he had heard Jim but Jim did not wait to reason further. He turned and broke into a dead run. Billy lunged forward but when he reached the length of Hope's tether, she was jerked to the ground and after a few feet of dragging her along, he finally stopped, staring dumbly down at her.
"Help me, Billy," she pleaded hoping the tangle of chain around her body would get through to him. Then she began to cry. Billy's anger was gone as fast as it had come. Hope wondered as she untangled herself, why she had bothered to try to calm him. She could have yelled, Go get him, and he'd have probably caught him and killed him.
But I couldn't, she thought. I couldn't do that even to him!
The terrifying degress of his anger frightened her. It was like playing with a loaded gun, once you see the terrible havoc it can cause. She had not seen what he could do. She had not wanted to see it. The anger itself was formidable enough. Jim did not show himself around the cabin again until after supper time. Mama talked to Billy about him, cautioned him over and over to be a good boy to his daddy but Hope realized she was not at all sure of how Billy would react to the sight of the man. Billy let Hope straighten out her gear. She managed to get the knife hooked onto her waistband without anyone noticing and even coaxed Billy outside and took several pictures of him. She took one with her color Polaroid and Billy was absolutely delighted with the likeness of himself.
"Billy," he said over and over, showing his mama and Hope the picture at least a dozen times.
"You being good to Billy," the old lady told Hope. "It pleasures me ta see it." "It certainly doesn't give Jim any pleasure," Hope said with disgust. "How can you stand letting him treat that boy so tertibly?" Hope congratulated herself-as she said it. Every little wedge she could drive might in some way help her out of this place. But the old woman just shrugged.
"Cain't help that," she said. "Jest sort'a havta live with it."
"But why?" countered the girl. "You say he's not your husband. Why do you put up with him at all?"
"He's the boy's father," she said simply.
Hope sat down with a thud. How could she ever expect to figure these people out with logic. They simply weren't logical.
"Then you're not Billy's mother?" she asked before she could stop herself. "Of course, I'm his ma. I don' toll you that!" she snapped and marched over to the stove where she had a pot of some kind of stew boiling. She stood over it with a big wooden spoon, stirring the messy looking glop and finally turned back to face the girl. "He ain't my man," she said. "He's kin," and she dropped the spoon and walked on out of the door for another armload of wood. Hope shuddered. It was like something out of the dark ages when blood was all. You didn't kick blood out. You didn't argue with it or deny it. You simply accepted it and that is exactly the inflection the woman had used. She had made no embarrassing admission, giving no outpouring of her conscience or heart. She's simply explained why the vile, debased man would always continue to live under this roof if he so chose.
It had grown dark. Billy had moved over to the fire where he could see the picture better and as soon as mama returned with the wood, she lit a kerosene lamp and set it on the table. "Come eat, Billy," she said and when he did not hear, she went over and gently guided him to the table. They ate in silence. It was foul stuff and it took all of Hope's concentration to force it down. She ate very slowly, making it last as long as possible for now the dread of another night with Billy began to worry her. Jim had not returned and she prayed he'd stay away for weeks, but there was no getting rid of Billy so easily. Finally, dinner was over and there was no way to prolong it any longer. Hope offered to do the dishes but mama said no. She was heating water for Billy's bath and there was no room left to warm any dish water. Then they heard the thumping of feet, pounding up to the door and Jim staggered in. He was roaring drunk. He stood there grinning at all of them for a long moment. He was not so drunk that he did not look long into Billy's bland face. No trace of the anger was left there. He was a totally happy child, sitting by the hearth.
"I come home to fuck your dolly, Billy," he roared.
Chapter Twelve
Mama rushed to Billy's side, anxious that he remain calm. Hope could not concern herself with his problems for now she had trouble of her own. She had jumped to her feet as he opened the door and now she backed cautiously away from him, her eyes wide with fear.
"Don't touch me," she hissed.
"Touch you?" he laughed. "Shit, no! I'm going to screw you, baby!" He staggered toward her lurching forward until it seemed that he would fall flat on his face at any moment. Hope's skin crawled even before his hands reached for her. Her chest heaved with the terrible dread of his touch. Her heart was pumping adrenalin into her body with such force that the tension was almost unbearable. "No," Billy cried but his mother was whispering to him, standing so that she shielded him from what was happening to Hope. Her voice rose higher and higher as she tried desperately to drown out Jim and the girl's voices.
"Don't touch me," Hope wailed but the defiance was reduced to a mere whimper now. The bleary eyes revolted her. The staggering, sneering animal of a man pulled her into him and his slobbering mouth clamped heavily down upon hers and Billy heard no more.
His hands quickly worked beneath the sweatshirt and, even drunk, discovered the knife almost immediately. With a snort, he ripped it away from her pants and threw it into the comer. Then he dragged her to the cot. Grabbing the sweatshirt, he let her drop down onto the mattress as he skinned it away. He was upon her before she could scramble away. "Been waiting for your fucking, ain't you doll?" he asked as he fumbled with her waistband. When he could not manage it, he gripped it with a giant paw and would have ripped it off of her if she had not cried out.
"No! Please. They're all I have," she whimpered. "Here, let me take them off."
Frantically, she fought to unzip her slacks and
unhook the waist while he chortled.
"Sure are anxious this time, ain't you?" he asked.
"No!" she gasped, shuddering with revulsion. "I want my clothes. I can't stand being naked in front of an animal like you." With a jerk, she pulled down her slacks and kicked them away. At least when she made her break, she would have clothes to wear. Jim had taken the time to shrug off his own pants and now he strutted before her with his cock half erect. He laughed as she curled up her lips and turned away in disgust. Reaching over, he grabbed her by the hair. "Come now," he said, weaving in front of her, "that's no way to act. Let's just kiss it and say we're sorry."
"No!" she hissed with a convulsion that jerked through her entire frame. He pulled her hair closer and closer until her face was up against the prick and then wiped it back and forth across her face. "You heard me, bitch," he snarled. <'I'm a little high so it's going to take a little extra loving on your part to get me going. Get on with it!"
The foul smell of him assailed Hope's nostrils and she was instantly nauseous. He reached down and grabbed his cock and as she began to gag, he rammed it into her mouth.
"Awwwkkk!" she croaked and he reached down and slapped her hard against the side of the face.
"Great medicine for the pukes!" he said. "Now suck it, bitch!" She began to suck. She was blind and deaf and could only smell but the smell was enough to blot out any other senses. She shuddered over and over and, as the vileness welled up again in her, she gagged once more. He slapped her again and again until it drove down the nausea. Now she worked with frenzy. The only way was to reach his end, to find for him the release that would send him off to sleep before she died of this wretched depravity. But how she wished she were dead.
Anything, absolutely anything would be better than living through this. She could remember the mental hygiene teacher spouting off about "right is what pleases you and your husband and if it is done with love it is good!" The old bat had obviously never been to bed with a man. This vile act being forced upon her could not be a pleasant thing under any circumstances. Surely no woman could be low enough to want to do this.
Then, with a jerk, he pulled away. She gasped for air.
"Ohhhhh!" he moaned. "You don't get off that easy, little bitch. I gotta cool off! Ooooow! That'll sober you up fast." He leaned over the side of the bunk, panting and his body slumped as he groped for air. Only the throbbing cock rising between his legs and the hand that gripped her hair remained tense. Hope covered her face in a hopeless effort to blot the brutal ordeal from sight and mind. A weight lay heavily across her chest and heart, bearing down with such force that it was hard to breathe. It was like the impossible feeling she bore when her grandmother died only now, she realized it was herself who had died a little. Jim had evidently rested sufficiently for he got up and pulled her to him, rubbing her body with his own. The stale smell of wine escaped his lips as he groped for her mouth. She twisted her head back and forth avoiding his vile kisses until he again jerked her by the hair.
"Nooooo!" she moaned.
But the drooling filthy mouth bore down on hers, the snaking tongue stabbed into her and the nausea welled up into her throat. And when, at last, he broke for air, he pushed her back down on the cot digging his knee in between her legs to separate them as she fell. Roughly he flung himself down upon her burrowing his way into her flesh.
"It's fucking time, baby:' he whispered hoarsely.
"Nooo!" she whimpered.
"Look at Billy Boy," he coaxed, "That'll get you hot."
"No!" she snapped, closing her eyes and jaw with one tense jerk.
"Look at him!" he demanded, grabbing again for her hair.
The top of her head was sore, terribly sore, by now and even the slightest touch was painful to her.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" she screamed as he gripped it tightly again.
"Look at him!"
"All right! All right!" she cried. "Just don't touch my head again. Oh God, you're killing me!"
"Then do what you're told," he ordered.
He would not release her until she opened her eyes. She waited a moment, unable to love her head with the pain he was causing but, when it did not ease even the slightest, she slowly opened her eyes. She was staring directly into his contorted, evil face.
"Look at him!" he said.
"I can't turn my head until you turn loose of my hair!" she whined.
Slowly, his grip relaxed.
"Aaaaaaaah!" she sighed, the burning pain giving away to a more bearable dull ache.
"Look!" he repeated.
She slowly turned her head to stare at the rocking chair but neither Billy nor his mama was there. Relieved by the momentary reprieve, she stared questioningly back at Jim. "Where-where is he?" she said, delaying every word as dread of the unknown slowly filled her mind.
He was sneering down at her and he jerked his head toward the cooking area.
"Look," he said.
Slowly, she turned her head and saw that Billy was sitting in the middle of the floor in a big tin tub. His mother was giving him a bath. The first glance was such a relief, she actually sighed. Jim was working his ass in a wide circle, digging his cock into her slit from every angle he could invent. It was almost a relief to watch the old fashioned scene in the kitchen. Jim's touch did not affect her emotions at all. She was sore and revolted by him and nothing he could possibly have contrived to stimulate her would have any effect at all. Then, slowly, she realized that the domestic little scene in the kitchen was more than just a bath. Mama was working his cock all the time she bathed him. And the vile old crone was actually sitting on her son's hand. She was perched on a low stool with his hand, palm up, rammed up between her legs. The sickening grin on her face showed she obviously was enjoying it. Billy's huge organ stuck clear out of the bath water. Hope could see her hand churning up and down as she milked him. Occasionally she would pause to graze her fingertips across the bulbous head.
"Ooooooh'" Billy would sigh with delight and the big organ would jerk its approval.
Hope shuddered and closed her eyes.
"Watch!" Jim hissed and she realized he was watching her face closely. Slowly she opened her eyes and her heart ached for the big dumb boy in the tub. They used him so vilely and he was, after all, innocent of any understanding of his actions. The old woman ground her bottom down on the big paw, working her ass around and around.
"Aaaaa aaaah!" she sighed. She lifted her body high off the chair and Hope could see the long finger pointing up into her cunt. Hope was nauseated at the sight. Jim, too, was grinding out his ardor against her. He had teased himself as far as he could and now he lifted her ass with a jerk and sank his cock into her cunt. The pain was no longer so intense but Hope tensed with dread tightening her muscles until they ached with remembrance of the pain.
"Ohhhh!" Jim moaned as the tight meat closed in around his burning prick. "Oooooooh, shhhhit!" He dared not move, so close to the edge was he that he hung there, clinging precariously to the precipice of passion. Hope could not relax. As she stared at Billy and his mama and slowly, her gaze fixed onto the jerking, throbbing cock of the boy. Mama was working faster and faster now, both milking him and jerking her own bottom against the big hand, which lay passively beneath her. Then she leaned down and opened her mouth wide, her eyes glazed and her face contorted with passion. Hope's loins suddenly were on fire and the woman's tongue stabbed out and began licking the head of Billy's prick like it was a giant icecream cone. Hope shivered and as the woman drew away she saw Billy's cum suddenly begin spurting out of the tip of his prick with long spurting arcs and she closed her eyes and felt her heart pounding with the fire that suddenly possessed her.
"Eyiiiiiiiii!" cried Jim, pumping wildly now as he raced down the chasm and his cum began squirting deep in her gut. She gasped at the erotic feel of it. It was Billy's cum, spurting out into the air, into her mouth, into her cunt. The tongue, licking at it like it was pure sugar was hers and in a fog of erotic fantasy, she gave way completely to reality. When Jim fen away from her, she lay there, still bathed in the glow of that fire and, for a time, she did not even notice that her ordeal was over.
Chapter Thirteen
When Hope finally roused from her lethargy, she ached with unfulfillment. She looked around, shocked by her lapse, and discovered that Jim and Emma had moved over by the fire and were munching on venison jerky, their passions totally erased. Billy was in his nightshirt standing over her.
"Up," he said and Hope realized that he had said it several times before. She shook her head and jerked her splayed legs back together, then nodded that she understood. When she had pulled herself up off of the cot, he led her to the tub and she realized he was offering her bath water. With the hot, nasty feel still burning in her loins and the sticky cum of the older man running down her legs, nothing in the world seemed more inviting. Gratefully, she stepped into the lukewarm water and sat down.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed as the voluptuous feeling of warmth and water spread over her. She closed her eyes and savored the heavenly sensation. Her eyes were still closed when he began to wash her with a warm, soapy cloth.
"Oh God! she thought, as her thoughts churned, "I can't take this. Not this soon."
She opened her eyes and tried to take the cloth
from him but he would have none of it.
"Please," she begged, "I can do it."
"No," he said, "Billy do," and his jaw set stubbornly. She was nearly hysterical but she did not dare let herself show it. Her body burned, her loins ached, and here she sat in a room full of people staring at her. Carefully, he worked down her shoulders and began working the suds into her breasts. She smothered a groan of pleasure.
"Pretty girl," he said, and the simplicity of his compliment made it a touching to bear.
"Wash her slit real good, Billy Boy," Jim
laughed.
"Leave him be," Emma said.
"Hell, no," Jim answered with a sneer. "Let him finger fuck her for awhile. It'll do the little bitch good. She's cold as a God-damned iceberg."
"Leave him be!" Emma said more emphatically. "You talk a good game but let's see you fuck me if you've still got the guts for it."
"Think I'm too old to take on two in one night?" he asked.
"You said it," she opined.
"Then get your ass on up into the loft," he growled. "At least you know how to pleasure a man, Emma. That prig don't have nothin' but looks." She smiled and headed for the ladder. He waited until she was half-way up when he stopped her.
"Hoist your skirts, Emma," he said, instead, she untied them.
"Stand aside," she warned. Then she dropped the skirts and stepped free. "You watching, bitch?" he yelled. "We're going to show you what a woman is really like."
"Uuugh!" Hope groaned as Emma raised her leg like a dog and Jim moved up the ladder to bury his head in her slit.
Hope could not watch. Their lewd vileness revolted her so terribly that she buried her face in her hands and began to sob.
Billy went on trying to soothe her, patting her shoulder and washing her back with soft, warming strokes.
"They gone," he said finally and she raised her head gingerly and slowly, filled with dread, she looked over to the ladder. They were not in sight. She heaved a huge sigh of relief and sank back into the water. But now he began washing her legs and the closer he worked to her crotch, the harder it was to sit still. She wanted to jump up and declare herself ready to get out but her cunt ached for the other, too. She shuddered as she realized the weakness that was overcoming her.
"Done," she said and tried to get up.
He nodded and reached for the towel. She was almost disappointed. Oh Lord, what's happening to me, she wondered frantically. Carefully, as though she might break, he blotted the water from her body and when, at last, he reached her loins, the pressure of his fingers pressing against her through the towel brought an ache that was almost unbearable.
She dreaded going up onto the balcony with the others there. She glanced over at the cot. "Could I sleep there?" she asked. "I hate to go up with them." She made a face as she pointed up at them.
He seemed confused. He was not used to changing his routine. He looked about several times and then nodded his consent. She would sleep alone. She would ache and be miserable but it was better than giving in to this thing creeping in on her. But she had not reckoned on reality. Billy was not about to sleep without his dolly. He brought quilts and comforters down from the balcony and laid them out before the fire on the floor. Then he pointed to them, commanding her to crawl in. Obediently, she obeyed. A part of her-a part she did not wish to admit-was even relieved. As Billy snuggled in next to her, he pulled her to him possessively and his hand slid between her legs and pressed up against her aching lips, causing a burst of fiery sensations.
"Nice dolly," he cooed.
"Ohhhh!" Hope groaned.
Then he burrowed his head down against her breast, cupping it to his cheek with his hand and sighed with contentment. Hope tensed, waiting for what was to come. She dreaded it, shuddered at the thought of it, but was desperate with anticipation in spite of herself. And nothing happened. Billy had simply snuggled into her softest parts and now he was drifting off to sleep. Hope squirmed, miserably uncomfortable with the ache his touch brought to her flesh. Her groin pressed against his hand and she was shaken with the cascade of sensations that darted through her. Her heart pounded. She gasped for air but he did not notice.
And as she squirmed, she could not keep from heightening the contact, seemingly pushing herself at him in her desperate need. She arched her back, moving her breast around his face until the nipple rested against his lips, yet he would not suck her in.
Oh, God, I shall die of this, she thought, her mind wretched with the torture of her body. She pressed her nipple up against his lips but he did not awaken. She lay there, listening to his even breathing and then, as though she had willed it, his mouth dropped open and she was able to push the nipple in between his sleeping lips. "Aaaaaaaaah!" she sighed and then, before she could catch her breath, his mouth closed around it and began to gently suck at her. Her body convulsed with the exciting feel of it. Her arms cradled his head and she began running her fingers through his hair as her mind fogged over with passion.
"My baby," she mummured. "My little Billy." He was still asleep but as she rubbed against him, his hand began to respond and return the caress against her burning furred lips.
No longer was she tom between right and wrong. Her need was now all-consuming. She prayed that he would continue to service her without awakening but come what may, she had to find release. Now it was not the mechanical release she had allowed herself the night before. My God, was it only last night? This thing that had her in its grip now was a lust far greater than mere stimulation. She craved more, her mind rampant with lewd thoughts. But Billy was again drifting off, his mouth going slack around her tit, his hand relaxing away from her slit. In a frenzy, she began to twist and work against him but it did not good. "Billy," she whispered, and when he did not answer, she squirmed down and reached for his huge, limp cock. It felt soft and sensual in her hand. She had expected it to feel repulsive but it only stimulated her more. She had intended to pump it a couple of timesjust en(JUgh to arouse him back to action but now she. wanted more. Arching her loins out toward him, she pulled the soft meat up to her slit and held it tightly against her. "Aaaaaaaah!" she sighed as the frenzy passed and she felt strong and hot again. Fire coursed through her body and she rubbed it sinuously around in her own meat, feeling the thousands of sparks ignite and burst into flame.
Slowly, the huge trunk hardened, expanding to enormous proportions. She pressed hard against it and felt the fresh heat generating out from the bulging head. Ooooo, you love thing, she thought as she worked around, screwing its velvety texture into her weeping meat. Billy began to stir and she arched back her shoulders and pressed her big tit back into his mouth.
Suck baby, she thought. Suck mama.
And now he sucked her in hungrily and she knew that he was awake. "Unnngh!" he grunted and both of his hands closed over her aching tit and he seemed to milk it down with his hands as though he was gaining real nourishment from it with his lips. His ass began to quiver, jerking about as he moved against her and she squeezed her legs tightly around him to keep him deep in the tunnel of her slit. Billy was panting hard now. He reached down and gripped her dump with both hands turning her cheeks under as he brought her ass forward. Their guts sucked in, mounds arching forward and she slid her legs about him as his cock slid into the cove. Slowly, it sunk into her cunt and her meat churned wildly about it.
"Unnngh! Unnngh! Unnngh!" Billy grunted. "Aaaaaa aaaaah!" Hope cried as the huge staff filled her burning need. He sank deep into her, far deeper than Jim had penetrated and when she could take no more, he still had more left to give. Yet, the dull-witted boy did not try to push further. He worked around her depths, moaning with delight and then withdrew. Each time, he was able to sink deeper and though she wouldn't have believed it possible, they at last lay fully joined, rubbing their furred mounds heatedly together.
"Good," Billy grunted.
"Oh Lord, Billy," she groaned, "it's-it's so goooood!" She could have bit her tongue out. Yet, nothing could stop this fiery need in her body. She squeezed her legs tightly about his body, pulling
him closer. . . tighter.
"Jim say no like," Billy panted in wonderment. "No like Jim," she answered in the same infantile gutteral. "You. . . Oh, my God, what you do to me!" She was shaking in his arms, her entire body shivering with the convulsion of her need as they pumped wildly against each other, grinding their lust into a holocaust of sensation.
"I'm ready, Billy," she whimpered. "Unnngh! Unnngh! Unnngh!" he grunted. "I'm coming!" she screamed again and then the flames burst inside her throbbing loins and she stiffened as the inferno consumed her, washing wave after wave of passion through her entire being. "Aaaaaaaah!" Billy roared and his cum shot into her gut and she took off and soared higher and higher until she thought it would never end. They remained wrapped tightly together, throughout the night.
Chapter Fourteen
"Son-of-a-bitch! Would you look at that?" Jim chortled as he snapped back the quilt and looked down at the closely wrapped pair. Hope had been sound asleep and she awoke with a start, jerked away from Billy and stared up at the leering face of Jim. Her reaction was I instant, she rolled to her belly and began to heave, spewing out the vomit along with the loathing she felt for herself. "Leave 'er be," the old woman whined but Jim only laughed and reached down to prod at her, making her heave all the harder.
Billy sat up in a daze, staring dumbly around and then fixing his gaze on Hope.
"Poor baby sick?" he asked.
"Hell, I got a notion to let the traps go this week," Jim said. "Hate to miss any of this."
"It'll keep," Emma said.
"Not too sure of that now," he snorted. "Billy just may have it all stretched out of shape before I get back."
"Go away," Billy said peevishly. "Dolly no like!"
"Say, you're getting to be a regular talker there aren't you, boy?" the older man asked sarcastically. "Never can tell about a woman's taste. Some just like the dull, big stuff, I guess." His words filtered through Hope's misery, cutting painfully into her awareness. How sickening, yet it had been true. She'd literally seduced the imbecile. As sick as she was, she shuddered at the thought. Mercifully, she was spared from more of Jim's biting words for he finally packed his gear and headed out to tend his traps. Mama assured her that he would not be back for nearly a week. Later in the morning, Billy left too.
Hope watched the old woman bustle about, straightening the hopelessly messy cabin. Her efficiency was nil and finally, Hope shrugged out of her misery and began a cleaning project of her own.
"That's thoughty," Emma told her.
Hope smiled. Perhaps this would he the way. She dug into the work. The cabin was small enough that no one project took any length of time to complete. There were only two windows in the cabin, only a few dishes that could get dirty. Within an hour the little cottage began to shine and she tackled the huge mound of ironing in the big tub.
"You're mighty handy," Emma observed.
"I have good parents," Hope answered. "Poor darlings, they must be sick worrying about me."
Emma's head lowered but she did not answer for some time.
"I cain't handle him when he gets riled," she said finally.
"You shouldn't try," Hope told her. "He is much too big and too strong to even try to handle." "You ain't seen them places," Emma answered accusingly. "He ain't mean. He's party generally a good boy.
An ache came into Hope's heart as she looked at the pathetic woman. Billy was lovable. He was cuddly and sweet and lovable. She shivered at disgust over such thoughts but there was no denying their truth.
"It's hard but it should be done," she said with a coldness she could not quite feel.
Emma had nothing to say to her for some time after that. Hope could have kicked herself for the blunder. She'd snapped out the words trying to bolster her own shaky resolve, not tear down the woman. God knows she needed her. Yet, she could not admit this to the woman and when she got to feeling too sorry for her she only had to closer her eyes to remember her hanging there on the ladder the night before, displaying herself like a bitch in heat.
She reached down into the tub for another wrinkled garment and her hand felt something hard. The knife! Lord, she'd almost forgotten it. She glanced around at the woman and saw that her back was turned. Carefully, she hooked it on her belt and dropped her sweatshirt over it. Then she lay the chain over the board she was ironing on so she could study it as she worked. It kept falling back as she moved, the loop was too far behind her on the beam. Finally, she gave it a jerk and it moved over. Then she saw the very link she would work on. It was a tiny bit open all ready. For the rest of the afternoon, until Billy returned, she worked at the link while she ironed, doing first one and then the other when the woman's back was turned. Within an hour, she had it loose enough so that she could slip the link through. She prayed it wouldn't come loose of its own accord.
When Billy returned, he promptly unhooked her and insisted that she come see the present he had brought her. She followed him to the corral and went into a state of shock when he showed her the full grown ram sniffing at his pet ewe.
"Nooooo!" she shuddered in a horror of revulsion.
"Dolly's," he insisted, delighted with his gift but growing perplexed at her reaction. She just stood there, shaking her head back and forth, back and forth and then she began backing away, unable to stand the sight of it. The ram had been sniffing and licking at the ewe from the moment he'd been hoisted into the corral and now his long, pointed red saber was dripping and ready as he tried to mount the sheep. "Noooo!" Hope screamed and turned away, breaking for the cabin without even remembering the cord that held her to him. She was jerked short about eight feet out and the force of it threw her to the ground. Billy rushed to her side, filled with concern.
"Baby hurt?" he asked.
"Yes, God damn it, baby's hurt!" she cried. "I don't like animals, Billy. They're like Jim. Bad!" She was trying desperately to get control of herself. She could never hope to control him unless she learned to control herself.
"I show you," he said "You like!"
"No!" she screeched, then grabbed him around the neck, turning his face to hers. She stared into his dumb eyes. "Please understand, Billy," she pleaded. "I don't like the animal. I don't want him to touch me. I think I would die if he touched me," and when he still did not understand..."Only you, Billy. I don't want anyone to touch me but you!" and she squeezed her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. She clung to him and it was only partly an act for the feel of him warmed her and her thoughts kept flitting back to his gentle touch, his soft caress. "You do understand, don't you, Billy?" she asked. "You, only you!" and he nodded dumbly, stood there for a few minutes trying to decide what to do and then picked her up and headed down to the creek.
Chapter Fifteen
Billy did not speak of the ram for several days. He was much too delighted with the ravenous appetite his dolly was developing for him. Each morning, he took her to the creek where he bathed and played with her. Each afternoon, they lay under the fir and played with each other and at night, he could hardly wait until dinner was over to hurry up to the loft and start the game all over again. Hope could not believe what was happening to her. She seemed to burn with an insatiable appetite. It had started, she guessed, the night by the fire but she had not seduced him eagerly until he showed her the ram. At the time she told herself it was necessary to take his mind off the bestial thoughts that she could not bear to contemplate. Anything was better than having the ram forced upon her. She had clung to him, rubbed herself invitingly against him as she pleaded, "You, only you, Billy," and he had picked her up in his arms and carried her to the creek. She had sighed with relief as they moved away from the ram with his slimy looking scarlet prick. It made her shudder to think about it. He paused beside the creek and sat down on a stump, still hugging her tightly to him. Her body ached with his nearness.
"The water looks good," she said as seductively as she could and wriggled with delight. What are you doing? her conscience demanded. I've got to keep his mind off of that horrible animal! she
justified herself, lamely.
"Water good," he repeated.
"It's so warm. Could I take my shoes off and wade?"
"Ugh Huh," he grunted but he seemed to hesitate, not wanting to release her. Finally, he let her sit up in his lap and she removed her shoes. Then she slipped to the ground and pulled off his boots. Now that he was included in the game, he seemed more enthusiastic. She took him by the hand and gingerly stepped into the water.
"Ohhhh!" she squealed, "it's cold!" She threw herself against him and squeezed tightly to him like a helpless child.
"Cold!" he grunted, imitating her as best he could.
She splashed around a few moments and then, running up on the bank, hurriedly slipped out of the rest of her clothing.
"Come, Billy!" she caned but it wasn't necessary. He was already pulling off his pants. Before he could reach for her, she was back in the water splashing merrily. His cock was already fully erect but he lumbered back in and soon it shriveled in the icy water. For some time they played her ridiculous little game and Billy became more and more enthusiastic until he had even forgotten the urge that had nudged his loins. But Hope had no intention of forgetting it altogether. Once committed, she took to the sly manipulations naturally and she would throw water at him so that her hand grazed his huge, cold-puckered organ every few minutes. Then, as suddenly as she had begun the play, she stopped, ran out of the water and threw herself into the soft moss beneath a large vine maple. Billy obediently followed, hopping down on his belly with abandon. He was laughing like a delight-fined child.
Hope reached over and tickled him. He was very sensitive and rolled helplessly beneath her teasing fingers. When she had him on his back her taunting touch lowered quickly to his groin and soon the laughter stopped as his trunk began to grow.
"Ugh!" he grunted as he reached for her.
Billy was not like a man. He did not wish to make love and never began with sweet kisses or declarations of his ardor. He was a little boy and his cock ached to play nasties. The man and his mother had taken advantage of this fact and had schooled him well in the arts that would give them pleasure. Now Hope was taking advantage of it. He had kidnapped her to play with her. Now she was to play with him.
He pulled her ass tightly into him, pressing his hardness against her with a grunt of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, robbing heavily against him.
"Play mama," he said and leaned down to suck in a puckered nipple.
"Yesssss!" she sighed as his hand slid between her legs and settled heavily against her crotch. She relaxed back against the moss and let him have his way as showers of sensations washed over her.
"Oh God, that's good," she whispered, more to herself than to him. Her legs splayed open and his fingers began exploring her weeping meat. Then, as lust seeped deeper into his brain, he raised up on his haunches and looked down at the slit he had, until now, only explored with his hands and cock. He twisted around to examine it closely, still rubbing it sensuously with his fingers and Hope, who had closed her eyes at the very beginning of the heavenly play pressed her groin up against the manipulating paw to heighten the contact.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned, her ass clear off the ground as she rotated her meat around against his finger. She had not realized where he was, did not really care, until he gave a low, animal grunt and lowered his mouth to her gapping meat. "Eyiiiiiii!" she cried as his hot wet mouth descended on her burning slit and his slithering tongue burrowed into her throbbing bud.
Never had Hope felt such passion and yet, she had found even the thought of such a defilement nauseating for so long that she jerked up off the moss, sitting straddle legged as she tried to push his head away from her churning meat. "Nooooo!" she cried but he had clamped into her meat like a leech and would not be dislodged and as the holocaust of sensations washed over her, her body weakened rapidly.
"Noooo, Billy," she whimpered, but it was a hollow plea and when he did not respond, she fell limply back on the moss and covered her eyes with her hand.
"Oh my God," she moaned, sick with self-hate and yet so hot she could barely stand it.
"Ugh! Ugh!" Billy grunted, eating ravenously of her throbbing wet meat. As fast as he could consume the musky weeping honey, replacing it with his own drooling saliva, the faster she seemed to weep more to inflame his sniffing nostrils. She raised her slit up harder and harder against him, her legs twisted out and spread as wide as they would go... Yet, even this was not enough. Her head twisted wildly from side to side, frantic to join in the action of lust and her hands toyed nervously with her breasts. Then she felt his thigh against her elbow and turned and saw the lower part of his body off to the side of her. He lay an his side, his throbbing cock pointing directly at her. "Ugggghhh!" she whimpered with a low, animal grunt and she reached out and grabbed the huge prick. Now she was pulling at him, tugging at him and before he could move over to her, she squirmed in under him and brushed her lips hungrily against the hat satiny head of his organ.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried, and the fire in her lips burned so deep that she opened up and sucked him ravenously in. "Ooooooooooh!" came the muffled groan from Billy's lips, buried deep in her throbbing meat. He rolled over her, straddling her head as he moved dawn farther between her legs and sunk his tongue deep into her cunt. Now he hung above her, a long, hard trunk of burning flesh dangling dawn into her suctioning lips. His bag slapped against her hands and she kneaded its velvety texture with her fingers like a babe fingering a satin blanket. She could not get enough of him. She chewed him with her teeth, feeling the spongy hardness, milked him with her tongue, all but devouring the heavenly feel of him. And his mouth, the flaying tongue, the suctioning lips, the nibbling teeth drove Hope insane with a passion that consumed her. She rolled her grain wildly against him, moaning and gasping out her flaming ardor. All sanity was gone. They were lusting, maniac animals bent only an gorging themselves an each other's flesh.
It was too hot to last far long. It was too much to even bear far mare than moments.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Hope grunted, sucking and jerking up against him.
"Eyiiiiiii!" cried Billy and his hat breath, hard against her meat made her explode as his cock swelled with a jerk in her mouth and then his cum shot into her suctioning cavern. She rubbed her slit into him in a frenzy of bursting, fiery explosions as she devoured the acrid man-jazz with hungering draws until he was dry. And as fast and as hot as their heat had developed, so did it cool with the same rapidity. They fell away from one another with a jerk and lay there panting and alone. And Hope shuddered at the animal she had become and hurried down to the water to wash away her filth. But the guilt would not wash away.
Chapter Sixteen
That fateful morning, Billy had unhooked the chain from her collar, in too much of a hurry to unloop it from the beam overhead. Though he continued to heave the collar on her, he rarely bothered with the chain anymore.
Hope made feeble attempts to stop the erosion of her being but each time they came together she found she quickly lost the will to object to anything. They were not always animal in their passion, to be sure. Sometimes, especially in the afternoon or night, they diddled each other for hours, gently making it last, pacing themselves with sweet agony. Then one afternoon as she came back to reality after release, she opened her eyes and looked up at the sky. Nodding in the breeze, a few feet above her head was a branch of seringa, covered with a riot of sweet white blossoms. She had not smelled their wild perfume or noticed their lovely bloom until this moment. In the past, she had never failed to notice the lovely perfume long before she spied the bush and the depravity of sensualness she had sunk into suddenly overwhelmed her. Tears flooded her eyes and as she watched the nodding blossoms through the mist of her tears, a hummingbird darted up to hole beneath a lush blossom. She saw his long, thread like tongue dart in to sip the sweet nectar and somehow her tragedy seemed all the more difficult to bear.
She began to sob and Billy roused to stare at her with concern.
"Dolly sick?" he wanted to know.
"Dolly sick, sick, sick!" she spat between sobs. He looked at her for a long moment, unsure of what to do. Then he reached over and patted her furred lips, his finger furrowing into her slit. She jerked away as though he were a snake, slithering up her cunt! "Nooo!" she screamed and, jumping to her feet, she turned and raced wildly toward the house. It took Billy a few moments to realize what was happening and then he pulled himself to his feet awkwardly and lumbered after her. It took him little time to catch up with her with his giant strides.
"Dolly no run!" he said as he grabbed her.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed.
"What wrong?" he asked and his face was contorted with worry.
Hope looked up at his misery-filled eyes and collapsed against him.
"Oh God!" she cried and tightened her arms about him.
When her sobs slowed long enough to talk, she pushed away and looked up into his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Billy," she whimpered. "It's not your fault"
She reached up and touched his face with her hand. "Poor baby," she whispered. "You can't understand. I-I just have to get a hold of myself. . . Oh, what's the use! I couldn't explain it to you!" She stood there a few moments, wondering what to tell him and then took a deep breath and tried again.
"Billy," she said, "I must work some."
"Huh?" he asked, perplexed.
"I must do my work," she said. "Just as you do."
"What work?" he wanted to know.
"With my cameras and things. I came to work and I have not worked since you found me."
"Dolly no got to work," he said, shaking his head.
"Yes, Dolly do," she said. "Dolly wants to work, Billy. She has to work or she is unhappy."
He stared at her and then nodded solemnly. "Dolly feed sheep," he said.
"No, Billy," she sighed, "Dolly has different kind of work. Billy can help if he likes."
A smile covered his face.
"Billy help!" he said happily.
Now she was anxious to get on with it. Filled with resolve, she realized that neither of them had taken time to put their clothes back on and she laughed and hurriedly led him back to the tree.
"Dolly play first!" he said grabbing her tits playfully.
"No!" she said sternly as a warning ache burst in her loins. Grabbing her clothes, she dressed hurriedly and helped Billy who was still fumbling with his pants. She pulled them up for him and hooked the waistband, then helped him into his shirt. When she had buttoned it, she unhooked his pants and pushed the shirt in, ramming it down hurriedly. She humped when she accidentally touched his soft cock.
"Ugh!" Billy grunted. "More."
"No, Billy," she said firmly as she zipped up his pants. "We can't keep doing this all the time. It's-It's downright unhealthy mentally. . . well, to me, anyway. It probably doesn't hurt you any." She knew she was rambling. She knew that he couldn't understand the words she said but it didn't matter. She talked to him this way many times and it didn't seem to bother him. In a way, it was better than talking to herself because she could talk out loud and voice her innermost thoughts. She was in a rush and she hurried up to the house with Billy following along at her heels like a puppy dog.
"Work now?" he asked as they went into the cabin.
"Yes," she said, hurrying to her gear. She rifled through her things, grabbing everything she could think of that she could possibly use. Every time she found something she handed it to Billy.
"Carry this," she said, "and this, and this, and this."
"What you up to," the old woman asked suspiciously.
"We're going out to take some pictures," she answered absently.
"Don't like it," Emma snapped.
Her words stopped Hope who turned around and stared at her.
"What don't you like about it?" she demanded. "Think you're going to run off," the old woman said, "and even get Billy to carry your fancy gear for you." "No!" snapped Hope with a surprised glower, "I have to do something besides have sex, Emma, or I'm going to go out of my mind. You've seen what's happened to me since I came here. I was never like this before! Now I've got to get my mind off of it or I will literally go insane! Do you understand?" "Nope," she answered, unyielding to Hope's reasoning. "Ain't nothing wrong with keeping the boy happy. . . 'cepting that neither of you have troubled to take care of an old woman's needs lately. Well, so be it. You can be as selfish as ya like but you ain't going off and use him to get away, neither!" Hope's eyes saucered. The woman's jealousy was obvious and she made no bones about it. Hope shuddered with disgust.
"Where's Jim?" she asked. "Thought he'd be back to take care of you."
Emma shrugged. "Lot you care," she said shortly.
"You're being childish," Hope snapped, losing her patience with the old woman. "What in heaven's name could I do about it? If you want Billy, take him!"
"Billy don't think about them things. He ain't right. But you ain't dumb. You coulda been a little more considerate."
"Me?" Hope laughed. "How, in heaven's name?"
Emma sneered. "You could pleasure me just as good. . . lots better maybe. . . 'n Billy." If she had reached out and slapped her, she could not have shocked Hope more than she did with this suggestion. Hope stared at her dumbfounded.
"Women?" she asked. "Oh my God!"
Without another word, she turned and walked out of the cabin and Billy followed her docilely enough but he kept turning around to stare back at his mother. "You bitch!" she screamed from the doorway. "You think you can screw around in front of me and not give me none, you got another think a' comin'."
Hope whirled suddenly and stared back at the contorted face of the old woman.
"Then go fuck the ram!" she screamed back.
Chapter Seventeen
Once they were back in the deep rain forest, Hope forgot about her anger and the rotten mother. Occasionally, the sickening feeling would wash through her gut and she would shiver at the revolting memory but she always shook herself back to the present and the beautiful, lush plants of the forest did the rest. She had her strobe light for the growth was so dense little light was able to filter through and Billy seemed to content to follow along and watch her work. She found so much of interest to capture on film. The cruel looking devil's walking cane leaning out over the creeks with their sharp thorns bristling with authority. The delicate maiden hair ferns and bleeding hearts. She found some Indian pipe stem growing up out of the water and while she photographed them, Billy made a whistle from some of their dried stalks.
When dusk began to settle, she had not realized how far they had roamed. Billy had not fed the animals and they would all be bellowing their anger. She suddenly knew how they would feel. She was ravenous herself.
"Billy, we must hurry," she urged. "The animals haven't been fed."
"Billy hungry," he grunted and he began picking salmon berries and eating them. "No, Billy!" she said though she was starving herself. "We've got to get back or mama will make trouble for us. Come on!"
Gradually, she coaxed him away and finally got him headed home. They walked single file, hurrying up the trail through the dark forest. Neither spoke. Their speed took all of their effort. Hope was panting furiously when they reached the rise overlooking the valley where the cabin lay. In the stillness of the night, they could hear the animals bawling.
"Hurry!" she panted and rushed on down the trail.
Her heart was thumping hard with the exertion. She left the trail and cut straight down through the side of the forest. It was not as dense on the east slope, the firs giving way to pine which tended to kill out the undergrowth. Hope had never been in this area but she did not take time to examine it. She had no urge to be out after dark again. Something about the night seemed ominous to her. Then she cut around a large boulder and stopped short. There in front of her was her little V.W.
"Well!" she exclaimed, suddenly delighted by the discovery. She glanced around wondering where the road was and saw the trail through the grass where Jim had driven it in.
"Dolly car?" Billy asked.
"Uh?" she asked. "Oh, uh . . . on, Billy. It just looks funny to see a car without a road."
"Funny car," he said.
"Yes, funny car," she answered. "Come on. We've got to hurry." It hurt to pull herself away from the little car, but she turned and hurried on down the mountain with Billy loping easily behind her. When they reached the clearing, mama was heading out to the barn and Hope called her to stop.
"We'll do it!" she called.
Emma turned and glared at them, then turned around and marched back to the house.
Hope had Billy carry her gear back into the house while she went on to the barn. Soon he joined her and she helped him get the animals taken care of.
"Let's take in a couple of loads of wood for her," she suggested. "Maybe she won't be so mad."
Billy nodded and they both filled their arms with the sharp smelling pine logs. Then they went on in. "I'm sorry," she said as they entered. "Everything was so beautiful, we forgot what time it was. I didn't run away though, as you can see."
She dropped her load of logs in the box and turned to face the old lady.
"Had a screwing good time, I'll bet!" came the sneering words from Jim's curled lips. She froze. In the past week she had nearly managed to forget that he even existed. Now he was back and the dread flooded into her and a sick feeling knotted her gut.
"Well, you don't seem happy to see me!" he exclaimed jovially. "Thought you'd just rush right up and rape the shit out of me the way mama talked."
Hope shot the old woman a hateful glance. "Yea," she sneered back, "I'll bet!"
"Been fucking up a storm, I hear," he said.
"I have been brought down to that sordid level, yes!" she snapped.
"Well, now!" he snorted, "that's all a matter of how you look at it. Personally, I'd say you come up from a cold fish to a woman! I'll just have to try a piece of that new meat. Sure hope Billy hasn't stretched it all out of shape." "Me too," mama said suddenly. "I want a piece of that pussy myself after listening to all that pantin' and moanin'." Hope stared at them, sickened with the vileness of their suggestions. She could not bear to be touched by Jim again and even the thought of the woman's touch made her shudder violently. She turned back to look at Billy who just stood there, understanding little of what they were talking about. Then she rushed to him, throwing her arms tightly around his neck.
"Only you, Billy," she whispered. "Remember? Only you!"
A slow smile crept across his face as he held her to him.
"Dolly play," he said.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "With you, Billy. With no one but you!"
He carried her to the ladder and turned to Jim and mama.
"Billy play," he said. "Night night!"
Jim and Emma grinned as Billy carried Hope up the ladder. Then they turned around and returned to their coffee.
"Give' em a few minutes," Jim said.
"Shur," mama answered, "after she gets hot'n bothered, she ain't going to care who diddles' er."
"Yep, and I ain't seen jiggling it together for a long time," Jim said as he licked his lips. "You give her a good twat-fucking, ma." The old woman slid her hand down between her legs and groaned as she pressed against the ache in her slit.
"I been' a achin' fer it all week," she moaned.
Chapter Eighteen
Hope groaned as she nibbled against Billy's naked body. Snuggled beneath the thick quilts, even the pungent smell of sheep that clung to the coverlets was somehow inflaming. He squeezed her furred lips together with his fingers and showers of sparks burned out across her body as he nursed her aching tit.
"Mama's little baby," she whispered hoarsely. She was making little cooing, mewing noises to her babe when Jim and mama quietly climbed the ladder. She did not hear or see them until they slid in beneath the covers with her.
"Hey!" she said, jumping at the feel of strange nakedness behind her.
"It's mama," Emma whispered huskily. "We've come to play with the children."
"Mama," Billy said with obvious delight.
"Billy," Hope cried. "You, only you!"
But Billy shook his head.
"Dolly gotta Mama!" he exclaimed and he nuzzled his mother's sagging, wrinkled tit familiarly and then lifted it to Hope's face.
"No!" she cried.
"Dolly suck!" he ordered.
Hope groaned and looked back at the long, pendulous breast just as fingers again began to squeeze and knead her furred Bps. Wrinking up her nose with distaste, she gingerly stick her tongue through her Bps and tasted the forbidden flesh. It was funny. An odd, wild feel and she sighed and sucked it in with some misgivings. Then Billy sucked in the other tit and like twins, they nursed from the old woman. Slowly, Hope began to touch her body with her fingers and the withered old skin was somehow wildly exciting to feel. She gasped and sucked deeper and then felt a head worm its way between her legs. She felt the hot breath against her slit and then a tongue slithered into the opening as she realized it had to be Jim. She tightened her legs about his face, pinning him against her burning meat. He did not devour her as Billy did but teased her instead, licking her weeping honey with long, light strokes, quivering like a fluttering bird against her throbbing bud. She pushed into him, rubbed into him, and squeezed him into her but he refused to consume her. And just as she was getting really fevered by his touch, he withdrew altogether and forced her legs to release him.
"Uhhhh! she whimpered. "More! More!"
"Mama," he called hoarsely, "rub twats for me now, baby! I want to see you woman-fuck her." She shot him a look of hatred but he had leaned back against the eaves, lit a cigarette and was sitting here, brushing his hand over his burning cock every few seconds as he waited for the show to begin.
"Me!" Billy cried.
"No!" thundered Jim. "Come here, Billy. I'll screw you while we watch. You're going to like this! It's a very special game. Come on, boy!"
"I want play!" Billy complained.
"OK!" Jim snapped, "come screw me then, but let's watch the girls!"
Billy seemed satisfied as he moved over next to the older man and reached around to tickle Jim's quivering cock.
"Ohhhhh!" groaned Jim. "Take it easy, big boy."
Now mama rolled over on top of Hope.
"Spread yer legs 'nd hike up your meat, girl," she ordered.
The fog of fire had blunted Hope until now she did exactly as she was told. Anxiously, she sucked in her gut, rolling her slit up and out to meet the promised sensation. The old woman rotated her own thighs out though her legs stayed tightly together as she arched her slit out and settled down upon the girl's hot, churning meat.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed as she felt the throbbing bud pulsing against her own quivering flesh. "Nnnnnnnnngh!" whimpered Hope, and her entire body pressed forward to heighten the erotic, fiery touch. They pressed together. They rolled together. They jerked and throbbed and jiggled together and all the while, their tits surged and billowed in a jumble of sensitive, burning flesh. "Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!" Hope grunted, jerking harder and harder against the old woman's weeping, sticky meat.
And now the woman raised away and slammed down against her.
"Ahhhhhh!" Hope cried.
"Ohhhhhh!" moaned the woman.
Again and again in an ever increasing rhythm, slurped together. "More! More! More!" Hope cried, and the woman pounded against her, humping her like a dog fucking his bitch.
The sucking sounds filled the room and the two men were so mesmerized by the lewd scene that they forgot to play with each other and sat teasing their own throbbing cocks with soft grazing touches as they stared at the raw passion being displayed before them.
"Screw it in deep, mama," Jim whispered huskily.
"Good," Billy said with awe. "Thought you were too good to fuck a gal, huh?" Mama growled into Hope's mouth as she lowered her lips and sucked in the girl's eager tongue.
Hope was panting too hard to answer when she broke away.
"Ought' er make ya eat it," she grunted and then sucked at Hope's lower lips.
"Yes! Yes!" cried the girl unexpectedly.
"What?" Emma asked in surprise.
"Eat it! Let me eat it!" she begged. "Let me suck your cunt!" But mama only ground harder against her and began slapping against her again with bruising intensity.
"Got the boys for that, sweetie," she said. "You wanta suck my Clint, you'll have to wait till the boys ain't handy." Then Hope's body suddenly arched high off the bed, lifting mama with her as she ground against her groin. "Eyiiiiiii!" she screamed and then she crashed over the precipice and the inferno of lust and passion washed over in wave after wave of crashing release. As she sunk back on the bed, mama moaned, "Billy baby! Help me!" and Billy slid down on his own mother and sunk his huge cock into her churning cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed and then began working fiercely against him.
"Go! Go!" cried Jim.
"Unnngh!" grunted Billy as he pounded his mama.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried, stiffening in his arms and then she spasmed out her climax in quick, rhythmless jerks against him.
Billy was still grunting and humping as she went limp. "I'm sorry, Billy Boy," she whined and slowly, her cunt slithered down away from his cock, letting him slurp out of her still jerking with need. He looked around wildly and then he saw Jim, grinning up at him with a wry leer.
"Stick me, Billy," he begged. "Shoot that big gun off in my gut!" Billy nodded dumbly and Jim turned over and raised up on all fours as Billy came at him. He did not take time for gentleness. His cock ached miserably. He lifted it to nuzzle against Jim's spasming, puckered hole and then slowly, he rammed it into his gut all the way. "Eyiiiiii!" Jim cried with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. The bulging organ passed near to his prostrate gland as it headed, huge and forbidding, into the black cavern.
"Ohhhhhh!" Jim moaned as a spasm of pure passion swept across him.
"Unnnnnngh!" Billy groaned louder and louder and the tight muscles kneaded his aching cock. The fire was intense. He burned with the need of release and when Billy began to hump against him, he closed his eyes to savor the waves of passion that burst over him. "Go! Go, Billy, go!" Jim cried and Billy began to hump him wildly, stabbing him over and over with the lust giving piston. "Ugh! I go!" cried Billy and the head of his cock ballooned out and then began to spew out its load of cum into the older man's bowels.
"Eyiiiiiiiil" Jim cried as his own hands milked the jazz from his spouting cock.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" they sighed together as they fell back against the mattress.
Chapter Nineteen
Hope did not drop off to sleep as the others had. She lay there for a long time and finally she realized what she had to do. For once, Billy was not lying against her. Gingerly, she raised up and looked around. They were all three sprawled out on their bellies. Cautiously, she got to her hands and knees and picked her way to the edge of the loft, then let herself down over the side, grabbed up her pile of clothes, and climbed down the ladder.
She did not bother with her pile of gear but went straight to the bureau that belonged to Jim and pulled open the top drawer. Feeling around under the papers, she found a key and carefully felt its familiar outline, then pulled it out and held it toward the low embers of the fire. Then she moved stealthily to the door and slipped through.
She did not break into a run until she was well out of earshot and then she ran as if her life depended upon it. As soon as she reached the edge of the clearing, she rushed into the trees and then, finally stopped to put on her clothes. She was shivering both with the wet night air and the excitement and fear welling up in her. Her sweatshirt never felt so cozy, her sneakers never so reassuringly protective.
She was not sure that she could find the little car in the night but she came upon it the first sweep up the mountain. As she slid in behind the driver's wheel she felt more like herself than she had in years. Cautiously, she backed it up and turned around. Then, without lights, she carefully picked her way down the side of the mountain. She did not dare to hope until she had skirted around the edge of the clearing and headed away from the fateful corrals and the cottage of her captors. Then she stomped down on the gas pedal, roaring through the gears like some mad race driver and dug on trough to the parking lot and out onto the dirt road.
"I'm free!" she cried out loud and began looking for the ranger station where she could report the vile Jim and his woman. I'll see that man in jail forever," she mumbled.
Then, as she drove, she began to think more about it. How could she possibly describe what had happened to her. How could she tell them? And what would Jim and the woman say? Would she have to face them with her accusations. Her face burned at the thought. Slowly, her foot let up on the gas pedal until the engine began to sputter and she had to drop down into third. "I've got to tell them something without going into this. I just can't tell them all of it! she thought miserably, but what can I say that they won't call a lie? Oh God, why did I have to behave as rotten as them? Her mind whirled as she drove and finally she decided it was better not to think at all. She could not stop her wildly, churning thoughts but there was no use trying to plan what she would do and what she would say. It would just have to come and she'd let the chips fall where they would. She felt a little better by the time she pulled into the ranger station. Everything was dark and she drove on back to the houses and stopped at the largest one. That would be the ranger.
Everything was still. There were no lights. Taking a deep breath, she got out of the car and walked up onto the porch. Then she began pounding on the front door.
Soon the lights began to come on. She could see a man and a woman wrapping their flannel robes tight about them as they stepped out of the bedroom. The woman stood by the bedroom door, waiting while the man came forward. She heard the bolt slide back on the other side of the door and then it opened.
"Yes?" asked the sliver of a man through the crack of an opening.
"I was kidnapped five days ago from my campsite and have been held until I managed to escape about an hour ago. I would like to call my parents and make a report," she said coolly.
"My God," he gasped, throwing the door open. "Come in! My God!"
She stepped inside as the woman rushed forward.
"You poor dear," she said solicitously.
"Where are these people now?" he demanded.
"An old lady named Emma," she said, "and a man named Jim who lives with her. They have-"
"The Peals!" he snapped. "Did the boy attack you?"
"No," she answered. "The man and the woman are far more dangerous!"
"Oh Lord!" he moaned, "I've been telling them to put those people away for five years! I knew this was going to happen. That boy, he's nothing but a . . . you say he didn't attack you?" he asked suspicious of his own hearing. Surely, he could not have heard right. "The boy did the kidnapping," she admitted frankly, "but he only wanted to be my friend. He is harmless, really. It is the lewd, vile Emma and Jim that should be put away."
"Well, they're a lot more responsible for their actions. That's for sure."
"Could I call my parents?" she asked.
"Of course, I'm sorry!" he said and hurried to the phone.
Her folks, of course, had no idea that she had been in any trouble and were greatly alarmed.
"We'll be right up," her father said shortly.
"No, daddy," she pleaded, "I'll be home soon and I'd rather handle it alone. Please!" It was not like her and her father hesitated, wondering if perhaps it was time to let her grow up.
"I don't know, baby," he said. "This is a terrible thing to have to go through alone." "Daddy, if I have to tell them everything, I don't want someone I love around. I just can't talk about it to you. Please!"
For the first time in her life she heard a sob come from her father, but he did not speak. She waited and when the voice finally came, it was her mother who spoke. "Hurry home, baby," she said. 'We love you," and her voice was filled with sorrow that it was almost more than Hope could bear. "I'll call," she promised and hung up before she could dissolve into tears. The ranger's wife, wise to the people of the outdoors, was already warming the coffee and brought a blanket and slipped it about Hope's shoulders.
"Thanks," she murmured and the woman patted her shoulder in reply.
The ranger was on the two-way radio, contacting the sheriff.
"Kidnap and rape," he said.
"Yeah, it's the Peals. Get out here as fast as you can, will you? . . . Yeah, right here. College girl, I'd say. Got one hell of a lot of guts, by God! Don't you worry about her!" He asked her several questions which she answered easily. Her parents' address and phone number. Her address at college. The name of the professor she worked under. Then he hung up.
"Will they all have to be pulled into this?" she asked.
"I'm afraid so," he answered, "but well keep it quiet. Oh, he wants you to make out a list of the boys you date-unless you're going steady or are engaged."
"Ben! What do you mean?" his wife demanded suddenly.
Hope just stared. Her mouth dropped open as the man shrugged helplessly.
"That's what he said," he told the two women.
"Well! I never heard of . . ," his wife started but Hope stopped her. "Please! It's all right," she said and then she smiled. "For once in my life, perhaps my parents will be happy at my hermit ways. I am studying for my masters degree and I have not dated any boy, guy, fella, or man in my life. That will be quite easy for the officer to check. I have certainly teen badgered enough about it from every adult at home and in college!"
"Good girl!" the ranger answered with a sigh of relief.
"Good?" his wife asked and her face was ashen. "I think it's tragic! Why! A pretty thing like her and now these awful degenerates will have convinced her that the whole business is debased and vile!" "Now, Flo!" the ranger chided, "time enough to worry about that. For now, let's give the girl a cup of coffee while we wait for Sheriff Thomas."
"Hmph!" she snorted but she did as he said.
Chapter Twenty
The ranger hurried out as the lights of the sheriff's car flashed across the window.
"Hi!" Sheriff Thomas waved and he cut the engine and reached for his report book.
"Joe, before you go in, I gotta tell you something," the ranger said.
"Yes?" the sheriff said with a suspicious frown.
"That boy friend bit," he said, "that got Flo real riled. The girl laughed and said she'd never had a date in her life and you're welcome to check it. Please, I'd rather you not push it any more."
The sheriff laughed. "Already got a report on that. Regular little prude, you got there, Ben."
"Whew! That's a relief!" Ben sighed. "Trouble with you is that Flo's got you wrapped right around her little finger, boy!" Joe laughed. "Yep! She just 'yes sirs' you until she's got you right where she wants you!" Ben laughed. "I happen to like where she's got me, fella, and don't tell you wouldn't mind being cornered the same way!"
The two men laughed as they mounted the porch.
"No," Joe admitted, "you've got it made, Ben."
Then he stepped inside, smiled at Flo and became the official arm of the law.
"Good evening, ma'am," he said to Hope.
"You leave her alone," Flo warned.
"Don't worry," Joe said. "This is a very unusual young lady we have here, more like the girls' of our day, Flo. I've already heard very good reports about you, Hope. I'll take it as easy as I can with you. I hope you'll understand that I have to ask you some questions."
"Yes," she answered and her heart thudded sickeningly as she stared up at him.
"You were camping?"
"Yes."
"Alone?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"One of the upper Multnomah Falls. I was taking pictures of flowers."
"Yes, and what happened?"
She took a deep breath. "Billy came along and . . . well, he . . ."
"He raped you?"
"No! He simply picked me up and carried me back to his house."
"And then he raped you?"
"No! He thought I was some kind of a doll. He just. . . well, he just wanted a friend."
"Then you weren't molested?"
"Oh! Yes, but that was later. . . by the others."
"The others?"
"Jim somebody and Emma Peal."
"You mean Jim raped you?"
"I mean they both raped," she said, staring hard into his eyes. "The man. . . and the woman!"
"Good God!" he said with disgust and pushed his cap back on his forehead.
"Hell," Ben interjected, "that old bat is well over sixty-five!"
"How awful for the poor child!" Flo shuddered. The sheriff turned back to Hope.
"I hate to ask this but, how many times?"
"Joe!" Flo cried.
"Hmh, woman," her husband whispered, "it has to be." "I don't know," Hope answered honestly, staring straight at the sheriff. "Sometimes it seemed like that's all they ever did."
"Oh God!" Joe groaned and Ben took Flo gently by the arm and walked her into another room.
"How did they keep you from leaving?" the sheriff continued. Hope pulled back the top of her sweatshirt and showed him the leather collar still fastened to her neck. He winced but got up and examined it and then, worked until he had it free.
"Thank you," she said.
"You've certainly managed to keep your head," he said with admiration.
"I had a lot of time to learn," she answered. "I screamed like a banshee at first."
"They kept some kind of a line fastened to this, then, I assume," he went.
"Yes, a chain."
"Were you chained all of the time?"
"Yes, until yesterday."
"And why didn't they chain you yesterday?"
"I pretended to accept them."
He shuddered. "That took guts."
"Yes, it did."
"And finally, they trusted you?"
"Yes."
"Yesterday, they let me go into the forest to take pictutes with Billy along to guard me. I just accidentally happened on my car. Jim had hidden it."
"And how did you get away from Billy?"
She laughed. "You don't get away from Billy. He's a big boy. I pretended it wasn't mine and we went back to the house."
"And then?"
"Jim and Emma took me into the loft and had their way with me until they were beat. Then they went to sleep."
"And Billy?"
"He went to sleep, too. Then I slipped out of the loft, grabbed my clothes and the car keys from Jim's drawer and slipped out." "And you say this Billy never touched you. . . even once?" he seemed surprised and Hope felt sure they knew a great deal about the boy. "I didn't say that," she said finally. "He played with me . . . as a little boy would. He never raped me, but his mother is very jealous. She keeps him to herself and she often would accuse me of playing with him. She is really quite mad. . . pretends that it's Billy that is the sex maniac when. . . well, around me, at least, he really was just a little boy!"
"Well, I'll be damned! All the time we thought it was the kid!" the sheriff said.
She shrugged. "It might be. I don't know. But not with me." "That's good," Joe said. "He's as strong as an ox and he could easily have killed you without even trying,"
She shook her head. "Never," she said, "he was a sweet little. . . well, big kid. He was the only thing that kept me going a lot of the time. He'd bring me a flower and hurt when I'd cry. It sort of hurts thinking of him having to be put away."
Joe got to his feet. "That's more than enough for now, Hope. I thank you. I know this hasn't been easy,"
"I hope you put those two away for life," she said and her voice was hard as steel.
"We will," he assured her. "I'll go and call. I've got other cars coming in to help corner them."
"I have to go with you."
"Oh no," he said, thoroughly shocked, "I couldn't let you!"
"I have to," she said, "my gear is still there and I want it."
"We'll have to take it in for evidence."
"Still, I have to go," she insisted. "I have to know you've captured them. And I can help with Billy."
He stared at her a long moment and then shrugged his shoulders.
"All right," he said finally.
Chapter Twenty-One
It was just beginning to get light when the two cars cut their lights and drove into the clearing. Skirting around, next to the trees, they headed around to come in from behind the house. "They'll all still be in the loft I think," she whispered but her eyes ached as she watched for signs that Billy might be in the barn. This was always the time he rose, going out with the animals long before the sun came up over the mountain top. He never bothered with a lantern. Sometimes she thought he could see in the dark. Now she wished that he could. Almost in total silence, they slipped up to surround the house the car with the two men in driving around to the front while the sheriff parked in back.
"You stay here," he ordered as he got out.
She nodded mutely, then slid over to watch the barn as he moved up to the window.
She waited, unable even to breathe. Finally, she heard the two men call.
"They're here!"
The sheriff sprinted around the corner of the house and Hope leaped from the car. As fast as she could run, she raced for the barn, leaped inside and closed the door.
"Billy?" she whispered.
"Dolly back!" he said happily and started for her. "Listen to me, Billy" she whispered. "They've come for you! They want to take you back to the home! You must hide!"
"Rrrrrrrrghr' he growled, crouching like a cornered animal. "No, Billy!" she hissed. "You must hide! I'll help you. Then, when we leave you must stay hidden until I come for you. Do you understand?"
"Hide?" he asked.
"Yes! Quickly! Up in the loft! Come on!" She climbed quickly to the loft and he followed her. Frantically, she scooped out the hay with her arms until she had a hole in the corner dug away.
"In!" she ordered and he tumbled down into the depression and she started throwing the hay back over him.
"Now, don't make a sound! Do you hear?"
"Uh huh," he mumbled.
'
"And wait for me, baby," she said lovingly, and then she scampered down out of the loft. She could hear the men shouting for her and she grabbed up a fork and began shoveling the hay to the animals. It was only a moment before Joe threw open the door. "Hope! What in hell are you doing?" he yelled. "We can't find Billy! My God, I thought you'd gotten kidnapped again!" "No," she said trying not to pant. Her heart was thumping so hard she could scarcely breathe. "I heard them yell that they'd gotten them. I thought they meant all three so I thought I'd get the animals fed. You can't leave them starving until help gets here." "Whew! What a relief!" he said, leaning against the doorway. "Don't ever frighten me like that again, woman!" "I'm sorry," she said, "I imagine Billy is ont on the trail again. He walks the mountains an awful lot during the early morning."
"Oh really? Well let me help you here. I'll post a man to watch for him and we can get out of here. "No," she said. "This was the only happy job I had here and I want to do it. If you'll just get my gear in the car, I'd like to finish my job." He laughed. "You're a funny little duck," he said. "You keep this up and I'll kidnap you myself." "Scoot," she said, feigning a snicker, and he accepted her request and left her alone. As soon as he had gone she dropped the pitchfork and hurried back up into the loft.
"Billy?" she whispered, gently scooping back the hay.
"Huh?" he asked.
"They're going to leave a man here to wait for you. Don't hurt him, Billy, but you must sneak away as soon as we are gone. Don't let him see you. Go to the parking lot and hide in the trees
until I come for you. Do you understand?"
"No hurt," he answered.
"Hide next to the parking lot," she repeated, throwing her arms about him. "Oh Billy, please try to understand. Come where the cars stay, only hide until I call you. Promise?"
"Billy hide, Dolly come," he said, nuzzling her neck as his hand crept beneath her sweatshirt. "Ohhhhh Billy!" she groaned, then pushed him back into the hay and covered him. "Wait for me baby," she whispered.
"Billy wait," she heard his answer as she climbed down out of the hayloft. She scampered on out of the barn, closing the door behind her. The men were waiting by the cars.
"Ready?" Joe asked.
"Yes!" she answered, hoping he wouldn't see the excitement welling up in her.
Her mind was in a whirl as they headed back to the ranger station.
"Can I go home as soon as we get there?" she asked.
"Certainly," Joe answered, "we've kept you long enough." "I won't go around alone any more," she promised, and smiled inwardly at the truth of the statement. "I hope not," he answered. "What you need, young lady is a good honest man. . . like maybe a sheriff?"
She laughed. "I'll let you know if I ever decide you're right." "Do that," he said. "I know you've had a terrible experience and the idea nauseates you at the moment but men are good to have around for other reasons, you know. For one thing, we protect sweet young women." Hope smiled absently. She was too impatient to see her little blue bug around the next curve to really realize the implication of his words. "It's been too much for me this last week," she mumbled. "I can't even think any more."
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hope was thankful for the dense undergrowth and long drive as she left the ranger station. They would not see which she turned and the check-out station was around the next bend. She wondered if she would meet them on her way out. Well, if I'm caught in all this, I'll just have to plead that it was my motherly instincts that filled with pity, she thought with a grin. After all my years of sexless existence, I'll probably even be able to pull it off! God, what will I do with him, though. It's not going to be easy. That's for sure! There was the cabin. Her folks had bought it ten years ago and hadn't been up there for at least three years. It was only a few miles from the college. That's it! she thought, I'll take him there. He'd be happy there, too!
The parking lot was empty when she wheeled in and pulled up close to the trees. Quickly, she hopped out.
"Billy?" she called.
There was no answer. She ran to the of the forest and called again.
"Billy?" Her voice held an edge of panic.
"Dolly come?" said a low voice and Billy lumbered out from behind a tree. Behind him, following on the leash were the two sheep.
"Oh God, Billy! You can't take them!" she gasped.
"Billy's friends," he said stubbornly. She hesitated only a moment. "All right," she said finally. "Come on!" and she hurried back to the car. "Get in back," she ordered, "and lie down. The check-out station may be open when we get back. "They mustn't see you. Here, give me the leashes." Dumbly, he obeyed. She opened the hood and took out a blanket. Carefully, she tucked it around him then led the sheep up and let them in. They hopped up as though they had always ridden in cars. The ewe jumped in front, the ram in back.
She tied their leashes to the right rear-view mirror and climbed in. As she started down the road again, the enormity of her undertaking hit her and she drove with her heart pounding in her throat. She had cause to be afraid for shortly she pulled around a bend and found herself facing the sheriff's car. She braked to a stop, her leg shaking so she could barely hold down the clutch.
"What the hell you doing back here?" he asked. "My God! What's that?"
She whirled around but saw only the sheep and then it struck her.
"It's Sam and Mabel," she said with a weak laugh. "I'm stealing."
"Did you tell Bert back at the cabin?" he asked. "Shit, woman. . . excuse the English but you could have run into that imbicile, damn it!" "I didn't go to the house," she said. "We tethered Sam and Mabel out near the parking lot yesterday and I just couldn't leave them there. Please, could I take them home? I'll buy them." "Sure!" he laughed, "you've earned them with the help you gave us but please, get out of here, will you? I don't want you getting kidnapped again and we haven't found that boy."
"I'm leaving!" she said, and gunned her engine as proof. "Now!" Joe ordered with a smile and she shoved the gearshift into low and dug out of there, leaving him in a cloud of dust.
"Sam and Mabel, I love you!" she said fervently. "If you weren't so smelly, I'd kiss you both!"
"Billy get up now?" he asked.
"No, Billy," she cautioned, "we haven't passed the check-out station, yet."
At the check-out station, the ranger did not seem at all surprised by her companions.
"Sheriff just called," he explained. "You can go right on through."
"Thanks," she said gratefully and took off.
She did not stop for several miles and then she pulled over and had Mabel change places with Billy. He seemed delighted to ride in an automobile. He wanted to play with all the knobs and gearshift but she told him he mustn't touch. She drove rapidly, not taking time to talk to him. She had a lot of miles to cover as fast as she could so her parents would not become suspicious.
"Billy safe?" he asked finally and she glanced across at him and saw that his face was still filled with fear.
"Oh, yes, baby," she whispered. "Dolly is going to take care of you always."
Then she laughed.
"Dolly happy?" he asked.
"Just thinking," she mused. "You're my dolly now, Billy. My own little sex doll. "We're going to be very happy together,"
"Billy happy?" he told her and settled back, content to look out the window at all the interesting things.
Near Corvallis, she stopped near a grove of trees and told Billy to walk the sheep until she returned for him.
"We mustn't let anyone see you, Billy," she warned. He nodded and headed back into the trees with the two sheep. She turned around and drove back to the filling station she had passed just around the bend in the road. While they filled her tank, she went to the phone booth and dialed her parent's number in Portland.
"Yes," her father answered anxiously. "Dad," she said, "I'm okay."
"Good, when are you coming home?"
"Maybe tonight," she said. "I don't know. Dad, I've just got to get away and think things through. They caught them and I feel a lot better about it but I'm just not ready to talk yet." "You can't go back out into those mountains alone!" he nearly shouted. "Hope, I can't let you take any more chances!" "Don't worry about that, Dad! I wouldn't camp alone again for anything! No, a girlfriend has loaned me her apartment. Her husband is overseas and she's going to visit her mother-in-law for a week. It's in Corvallis and I can get back to school on time tomorrow morning. I've just got to get back to the normal routine so I can forget what's happened. Would it hurt you too much if I waited until next weekend to come home?" "Oh, baby," he said, "nothing you could do would hurt us. If you really want to be a big girl and fight this thing out alone then go ahead. Sounds like you've got it pretty well figured out. Just call us every night or two, will you? We're still pretty loony about our only kid."
"Daddy," she sobbed suddenly, "I love you both!"
"I know, baby," he said weakly. "Now run along and get busy if it's getting busy you need! The sheriff is coming to see us tomorrow and he'll tell us everything we need to know. Then you won't have to talk about it at all if you don't want to."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Baby?" he said, "one thing. I hate to bring this up but. . . well, if there's any possibility that you're pregnant, they have agreed to operate. The-the animals who attacked you are all mental deficients and-and. . ."
"Yes, daddy," she answered. I'm glad. Thank you for telling me. Good-bye."
"Good-bye, baby," he said. "See you next week" Hope smiled as she hung up. Everything was perfect. She paid the man and climbed back in the little V. W.
"Is there a grocery store around here?" she asked.
He jerked his thumb down a side road.
"Henry's is half a mile west," he said.
She headed down the side road and soon found the little store. She loaded the small luggage compartment with her purchases.
Then she went to find Billy.
Chapter Twenty-Three
"Dolly's house?" Billy asked as she pulled up in front of the remote little cabin and stopped.
"Dolly's house and Billy's house," she said with a smile. "Come on!" She hopped out of the car and hurried up to the front door. They key still lay beneath the welcome mat. Anxiously, she thrust it into the lock and opened the door, then cautiously peered inside. It had been years since she had visited the place yet it looked surprisingly friendly. She found a lamp and lit it and directed Billy to tie the sheep outside. When he had finished, she opened the trunk and together, they carried in the load of groceries. It was a delight showing him about the place. She lit the hot water heater and the pilot light on the stove. She had wondered if there would be any butane left in the tanks after all this time and was grateful when the first flame flared out from her match.
Billy built a fire in the fireplace and soon the house was warm and bright and cozy. "And now, Billy, my love," she said with delight, "I am going to give you an experience that is absolutely unique!"
"Huh?" he asked dumbly.
"Come with me," she ordered, and she began shedding her clothing as she walked. Billy quickly understood that game and had removed his trousers even before he reached the bathroom.
He looked around the familiar appliances. "Now," she said, "you have probably forgotten the home where you used these, love, but mama will teach you about them later. Tonight, we're having a shower!" She said with such an air of excitement that Billy was excited, too. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders.
"God, you're beautiful!" she moaned, grazing her lips across his chest.
She turned on the water, and slid out of her slacks and sneakers while she waited for it to warm. Testing it, she sighed with delight and then pushed Billy into the small space, squeezing in after him.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned as the warm water engulfed them. Taking the soap, she lathered Billy's belly and chest then paused to rub up against him, slithering sinuously against his soapy body.
"Oh, I knew that would be nice," she sighed. She lathered him inch by inch, aching to get down to his huge, muscular cock. It was stabbing her belly long before she got to it and she hunkered down and kissed it impulsively before applying the soap. "Billy wash Dolly," he begged and she gave him the soap and moaned as he worked it into her aching body. He licked at her slit as he washed her legs and suddenly the shower was too confining and she was in a panic to get to the bed.
"Hurry, Billy," she pleaded. "It's too small here. I want you on the bed." He did not even wait to rinse or turn off the water but picked her up and carried her out of the room.
"The water, Billy," she said, "I have to turn it off! Billy! The water!"
He stopped and stared down at her.
"Dolly no play?" he asked and his face looked hurt.
She reached up and touched his face tenderly. "Dolly play with you always, baby. Just let me turn off the water."
He carried her back into the bathroom and she leaned over and turned the two knobs.
"Now, baby," she grunted and he hurried on out and together they hit the bed with a thud.
Their bodies were still wet and slippery. It was bliss rubbing against him, slithering against him, rubbing her tits in circles about his chest as his cock slid into her slit.
"Oh, Billy, I just couldn't live without this. I had to have you with me," she moaned.
"Billy like," he answered.
"God forgive me, but I have to have you fucking me, eating me. Oh, Billy, I'm mad for what you've got!"
She bent down and kissed his cock, then sucked it hungrily in. "Uuuuugh!" Billy grunted and lunged for her groin but at that moment there was a sound at the door and Hope jerked up in terror.
"My God, who could it be?" she gasped. Grabbing the spread, she threw it around her and slipped to the door. She parted the little curtain and peered through.
"Shit!" she spat and threw open the door.
"You didn't tie your friends up very well, she said as the two sheep wandered in.
"Billy's friends," he said.
The ram sniffed the air and then turned to Hope, burrowing his nose beneath the blanket. She stood there, not really frozen, but waiting . . . waiting to see what he would do . . . waiting to see how his nose would feel against her feverish flesh. Then the cold, wet snout burrowed into her slit and she moaned with the erotic feel of him. Her loins burst into flame.
"Oh, God, Billy," she groaned spreading her legs and looking over at him helplessly.
"For Dolly," Billy said proudly and he got up off the bed and came toward her.
Hope dropped the spread as the ram's tongue began to lick the honey from her weeping loins. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned and grabbed for Billy's arm to brace herself. "fm so weak. 0 Lord, that feels good. Ohhhhh, Billy!" and her moan turned to a whimper.
"Good?" he asked.
"Yesssssss!" she whined, Billy, show me how. Oh God, I've got to try him. Ohhhhhh!"
"Show?" he asked with a frown.
"How do I get him to fuck me, Billy? Show me! Ohhhh, I'm dying for it!" Her mound was arched out wildly, her gut sucked into nothingness as she pressed out against the rasping tongue. "He ready," Billy said, after he'd stepped away to look down at his scarlet prick, already stabbing out from its saber.
"So am I," she moaned, helplessly.
"Go lay down," Billy ordered.
With agony, Hope pulled her loins away from the drooling animal and slowly walked to the bed. "Let me cool off a minute," she said, panting hard for air. "Do I have to get down on my hands and knees?" she asked.
Billy shrugged.
"Can I lay on my back so I can watch him?" she asked eagerly.
Billy nodded.
"Ohhhhh, Billy. God, how great you are!" she moaned.
Billy seemed perplexed. "Dolly want Billy?" he asked. She shook her head slowly. "Dolly want Billy's ram," but somehow, in her mind, they were the same or at least irrevocably entwined. With Billy, she could lust herself in any way, commit any depravity and she would see no accusation in his eyes. His innocence somehow made her lust all the greedier, just knowing that, to the rest of the world, she could forever remain the spinster prude. She would guard her little secret and use it and abuse it as she wined. It didn't matter. They were her property now and there was no need ever to have to overcome the lust she had become addicted to.
"Let me see his prick, Billy," she pleaded, and
Billy lifted the humping ram so that his long, thin
saber was brought close for her inspection. "It's as wet and red as my meat, Billy," she said reaching out to touch it gingerly. "It feel slimy!" she said with a shiver. Then she leaned over and touched the side of it with her tongue. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned and fell back against the mattress. "Make him fuck me, Billy," she pleaded. "Stick that slimy thing in me . . . quick!" She slid her ass to the edge of the bed and dropped her legs over the side, spreading them wide as he moved the ram into position.
"Hurry, Billy!" she urged.
"Ugh!" Billy grunted and she could see he was shaking with anticipation as he took a hold of the stabbing prick and guided it into her cunt. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried and clasped her legs about the furry beast. The ram began humping wildly, stabbing his long, pointed prick into her with short jerking strokes. "Oh, Billy!" she screamed, "he's so hot! Ohhhh, he's on fire!" The ewe was jumping around with her rear humped in, begging for a piece of action but Billy stayed, holding the ram as he beat a frenzied staccato into Hope's churning cunt.
"He's coming!" she cried.
"Too fast," Billy said.
"No lover," she said as she lay back and felt the cum shoot into her churning meat. "Ohhhhhhhh! That's so good," she sighed. "Now get him away! I want you, Billy! I want you now!" Billy pulled the still humping animal hurriedly away and stood over her looking down at her pathetic pleas.
"Now, Billy," she moaned.
"Wait," Billy said and Hope wondered how he could be so dumb and still so wise.
"Yes, Billy," she sighed, "Dolly will wait."
He stood there, grazing his hand back and forth across his gigantic cock and she reached up and pulled him down beside her where she could tease him herself. Leaning over, she grazed her lips back and forth, back and forth across the burning head feeling his weeping slit jerk with want for her.
"Ohhhhh, now!" Billy moaned and she fell back as he rolled over on top of her. His cock slid into her gushing cunt, making slurping, slopping noises. The ram had had a lot of cum and it made Billy's huge organ feel erotically more sensual.
"Fuck me, Billy," she begged.
"Billy fuck good," he said as he began to stroke against her.
She rose to meet his every thrust, rubbing and grinding hard against him. It was fulfillment. It was all she could ever want. Her bud throbbed and her cunt churned and even her tits seemed to burn with lust for this boy-man's body. With him, she would try anything. With him, she would explore every depravity, every stimulus she could think of. Her brain burned with the erotic things she wanted to do and have done to her. She had but to ask. But not now for the cock slipping in and out of her cunt had brought her too close, too near the edge and there was no time for other things. Maybe in an hour, but now she was too hot. . . too near.
"Billy! Billy! Billy!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhh, screw it into me, baby!" And then, "Eyiiiiiiiiii!" she cried as the crescendo burst into an explosion of fiery sensations and she soared wildly into the bliss of release. "Oooooooooh!" Billy moaned and his cum shot into her cunt and the feel of it carried her peak to new heights of ecstasy.
"Billllllllly!" she cried and it was a wail and a sigh of contentment all at the same time. She had chosen her course. It was not one that she could be proud of. She would now be living the same double existence that every other girl at the college kept, talking one way and living another. Hers would not find its own solution, with marriage and eventual sanity. She would probably even be miserable much of the time and if the truth were ever to be found out, she knew she would be ruined. But it was a solution of sorts. . . the only one she could take for her body could no longer be satisfied with abstinence or even the excesses of normal young singles. Hope was lust and lust was an addiction she could not live without.
