It had been a night like she'd experienced only in her wildest dreams. No convent school in the world could have prepared young, lovely and blonde Dana Mitchell for the education she'd received under the sensuous, leering ministrations of Evan Roeden. Perhaps the good sisters had told her of the love of God. But it was Roeden who propelled her through Heaven's gates.
CHAPTER ONE
In troubled sleep, Dana Mitchell tossed on the narrow bed. Even in the white cotton gown which came to her throat and ankles, her full womanhood swelled sensuously. The large, heavy breasts, still firm with youth, pressed against the white cloth and indented it to their wondrous shape. The night was warm, and she had thrown back the coverlet as she tossed, exposing the rounded swell of her hips and buttocks. The gown had twisted on her slim, curved legs and left one thigh partially exposed in the dimness of the moonlit room.
The young woman twisted in agonized sleep. The dream pursued her, threatened her. She had had it often, but now, on this night before she was to leave the security of the school, it menaced her more so.
The dream was dark, full of shadows that twisted and turned into grotesque shapes as Dana huddled in a corner. She had run, as fast and as far as the plump legs would carry her, but each time she turned, they were still there. They reached for her, grasping and clutching at her flesh, tearing the nightgown from her. The shadows became huge hands, hands with coarse black hair across their backs, hands with fingers that dug into her flesh and tried to consume her.
The corner behind her became part of the shadow suddenly, and it no longer offered protection. She fell backwards, her legs splaying as she rolled to her back. The hands made a quick lunge for her exposed thighs. The cloth tore as the nightgown gave way under the force of the gripping fingers. The hands were between her legs now, pulling apart the white flesh and digging into the warm haven between their joining.
The child whimpered soundlessly but the darkness was filled with the harsh laughter of the face behind the hands. The face came close to hers, and the heavy sour breath gagged her. The laugh was a twisted grimace and the mouth mumbled thick, heavy words the child did, not know the meanings of. The hands yanked at her tender, hairless flesh and tore open the deep, dark, wet cavity beyond the heavy lips of softness. They rubbed the soft inner lining of the lips, increasing her terror, yet filling her with a strange new sensation at the same time. Then the dim figure grunted and stabbed his fingers into the slit. On second thought, he pulled back and laughed again. She was vaguely aware of his quick motions as he took off his clothing and then came at her again. Now, instead of a finger, another part of his body came at her. It plunged swiftly into the cavity the fingers had spread. Hot pain seared through her body as she felt tissue rip at the forced entry. Her cries were muffled by his heavy grunting body that lay full atop her now.
She tried to scream, but no sound came. Her body was filled with his, and she sobbed with hurt shame. Fire grew inside her belly, and then she shuddered under the horrible blast of his explosion. Hot liquid poured up into her, sending shockwaves through her torso, making her warm flesh damp with perspiration, making something deep inside her cry for release.
The shadows moved, the dream shifted into gray mist. She floated in the spongy softness, unwilling to trace the feeling that still held her body to its source. The trembling quivers of near-pleasure that washed through her belly were somehow shameful, and she knew she must not pursue them. Yet she could not release them or abandon them. She hugged them to, herself, clamping her arms around her knees and lying curled on the bed.
The shadows laughed, and the evil returned to haunt her. Shivering, she woke and sat up abruptly.
She was in the small bedroom on the third floor of the convent. The stark whiteness of the room was cold and pale in the moonlight. She shivered again and found the cover and pulled it over her.
What time was it? How much more of the endless night lay ahead? She wanted it to be over, to take with it the terror and shame of her nightmare. Yet she wanted it to never end. Tomorrow would not be like other days. Tomorrow she was leaving. Tomorrow she was going away from the close love and comfort of the school where she'd been so many years. She was eighteen now, finished with the academic program the school offered, but unwilling to leave. Sister Mary Helen had told her she had to face the world, to go out from the cloistered school and live her own life. When Dana protested that she wanted to stay, join the order and become a teacher, Sister Mary Helen smiled.
"Perhaps some day, my dear. But first you must see what the rest of the world is like. I promised your mother when she brought you I would let go of you when the time came. It is not easy for us here. We love you as our own. It would be simple to encourage you to stay with us. But I gave my word."
Exasperated, and a little frightened, Dana sighed. She could not see why a mother who had cared so little about her as to dump her at a convent school when she was only nine should have cared, or dared, to make restrictions on her life. But there was no budging Sister Mary Helen, and Dana gave up trying, especially after the sisters had managed to get her a job teaching French in a small private school in Wisconsin. The bilingual convent school on the Canadian border of North Dakota had supplied her with a ready-made profession.
She sighed now and hugged the blanket around her even though the night was warm. The summer had gone rapidly, and tomorrow she must start on her journey south to the new school. An icy finger trailed down her spine, and she shuddered. Somehow the unknown future, the world beyond the walls of the convent, were linked to the nightmare.
In the nine years she'd been at the school, she'd never been able to tell any of the sisters about the dream. If someone heard her cries when the terror filled her at night, she was shushed gently without explanation or questions. The sisters never pried into her thoughts or encouraged her to talk about the bad dreams that woke her. It was, she thought, as if they too knew part of the shame and felt it better left untouched by conscious mind.
And so she'd grown up with the nightmare. It had in some ways become dimmer, the face fading with the shadows. But in other ways it had become more real, leaving her physically shaken for longer and longer periods of time.
She tried to sort her feelings and thoughts now but could not. Her belly still ached with that peculiar numbness that invaded it after the dream left. Finally she lay back on the hard mattress and closed her eyes. She had a long drive ahead of her tomorrow. She had to sleep.
When she woke in the morning, the prayer bells were already chiming. She dressed quickly in the pale blue cotton dress Sister Mary Helen had ordered by mail for her. It was such a change from the dark uniform she'd worn so many years. She smiled at her reflection. Even in the shapeless undergarments one of the nuns had fashioned for her, she was tall and well-proportioned. The lines of the store-bought dress hugged her slim waist and emphasized her full bust. Quickly she donned the short cropped jacket to hide the curves. Then she finished packing the small suitcase, also ordered by mail, and its meager contents.
She was too excited to care about food, but Sister Mary Helen gave her a disapproving glance and she quickly forced down the oatmeal and the fresh milk and bread. She felt occasional glances from around the table on her, but she did not look up. She was too afraid she would cry. The meal over at last, she walked outside. Only Sister Mary Helen followed her. Everyone had agreed it would be easier this way.
The sister patted the door of the old car. "Jacques says it may be old, but it has many miles to go. It will get you to your destination, my dear. "
"Oh, Sister, I don't want to leave!"
"Hush! We've been all over that. You must go now." She smiled to soften the harshness of her. words. "Drive carefully. Be sure to watch the temperature and oil gauges. Jacques says-"
"Yes, I know." Dana took the older woman's hand. "Thank you for everything."
The woman smiled softly. "Be happy, my dear. I know you will."
Dana chewed at her lip. "I wish...." She didn't bother to say the words again.
"Help me keep my promise now," Sister Mary Helen said.
Dana got behind the wheel and started the car. With a last wave to the woman in the dark long habit, she let out the brake and the car moved slowly down the hill.
She fought to hold back the tears, glancing in the rear view mirror until the view of the school was cut off by a grove of trees when she rounded a curve in the road. Then she let them spill over her burning eyelids to dampen the blue cotton of her dress. She gulped huge sobs and tried to control her tortured breathing.
She was on the highway now, and she had to concentrate on her driving even though the traffic was sparse. The tears made it difficult, and she finally pulled off the side of the road and leaned her head forward on the steering wheel and let her fear pour out through the tears. She lost track of time and was startled when she felt the touch on her shoulder. She jerked up.
"Are you all right?" The bronzed face with its stubble of dark whiskers on the chin hid behind huge sunglasses.
"What? Oh, yes, I'm fine." She tried to steady her voice.
"You don't look very fine. Not many people park by the side of the highway and cry their hearts out when they're fine."
She stared at her reflection in the dark glasses. "No, I'm all right."
"You're sure?"
She nodded and sniffed. She glanced beyond him to see where he had come from. A large semi-trailer truck was pulled up on the grass ahead of her own car. He must be the driver.
"Yes, I'm sorry. It was kind of you to worry about me."
His forehead wrinkled as his eyebrows arched above the tops of the glasses. "It's okay."
She rummaged in her purse for a handkerchief and blew her nose. "I've never had to say good-bye before, at least not that I remember. I guess...."
He grinned. "Sure, you don't have to explain, kid. Where you headed?"
"Wisconsin. I'm going to teach in Bladfield."
"No kidding? I get over that way sometimes. There's a town called Hope River not far from there. Guy I know had a pad there."
"Pad?"
He laughed. "A house. You from around here?"
She nodded. "The convent school."
He pursed his lips and whistled softly. "Oh."
"Do you know it?"
"Not exactly. I've heard about it, that's all. How long you been there?"
"Almost ten years. It's the only home I remember." She tried to smile but the tears threatened again. She dabbed the handkerchief at her eyes. "Well, I'd better get going again. I'm supposed to be there this evening."
"Pretty long drive."
"I know. I'd better go."
"Maybe I'll see you around sometime when I'm down at Hope River." He smiled, and there was friendliness and something Dana couldn't identify in the gesture.
"I hope so. And thanks again for stopping."
He stepped back and lifted his hand in a wave.
"Be careful, kid." Then he turned and strode quickly to his vehicle. The big trailer groaned and pulled back onto the pavement.
The sight of the truck ahead of her on the road gave Dana a measure of confidence and she continued her journey. When it turned off at a junction, she saw the driver's quick wave from the open window and smiled. She wished she had thought to ask his name. It would be nice to look forward to having a friend nearby when she got to Wisconsin.
But for now, she had to concentrate on the long drive.
CHAPTER TWO
Once again, Dana pulled to the side of the road and put her head down to cry. Frustrated and annoyed at herself, she wept bitter tears of anger now. She had driven all day, pushing herself past the point of exhaustion. Her short driving trips to town or around the school grounds had not prepared her for the task of covering almost five hundred miles in one day. Her shoulders and neck ached, her back was, stiff and her legs tired and cramped. And now she had forgotten to watch the gauges and the old car had overheated. She did not know what to do.
After several minutes of listening to her sobs echo in the growing darkness, Dana sat up.. She couldn't stay here, that was one thing she did know. She had to think.
She had not passed any cars or even houses for a long time. She had turned from the main highway to this road about twelve miles back. The map showed it as a short cut to Bladfield. She couldn't be more than ten or perhaps twelve miles from her goal. But it might as well be five hundred. She wished it were five hundred, then she'd be safe back at the school!
"Stop that!" she said aloud. Feeling sorry wasn't going to solve her problem. She'd have to let the car cool, find help and water for the wheezing radiator. If there was nothing behind her, she would simply have to walk ahead.
She got out of the car and, after making sure the lights were off, she locked the door behind her and started down the road. It was getting dark very quickly now, especially here where the trees were thick along the sides of the road and cut off any dying rays of the sunset. The last time she had looked at her watch it had been nine forty-five. It must be well after ten by now.
She stumbled along the gravel road in the stiff new shoes that had been part of her going-away gift from the sisters. Her feet ached, and she wished she had stopped to change to flats. But she kept going.
Night sounds cried in the stillness around her, but did not frighten her. The world of nature she knew and understood. Even the darkness did not frighten her beyond the anger at her own stupidity.
How long had she been walking? Had she somehow turned off the road shown on the map? The ground grew rougher under her feet, and she almost fell several times. If her feet didn't hurt so much, she might have been able to estimate the distance she'd covered. But with her cramped toes protesting each step, it seemed dozens of miles since she left the car.
Then she saw the light. It winked at her through the trees, then disappeared.
"Oh! " Her first impulse was to run toward it, but she didn't. She knew how deceptive light was in a black night. She stood very still and looked into the black gloom, moving her head slowly until she caught a second glimpse of the light. Only the blowing leaves on the trees had made it seem to vanish. She smiled and began to hunt along the side of the road for a path or driveway that might lead to the house.
It was not easy to make her way across the rough edge of grass and inspect the fence she discovered. Higher than she could climb, its steel rods spiked skyward.
'But a fence had to have a gate,' she told herself.
With one hand on the metal bars, she picked her way slowly along the fence until she found the gate and the driveway. She laughed aloud with relief as her shoes met the smoother blacktop of the driveway approach.
Both halves of the gate were swung back against the fence as though in welcome for her. She walked a little faster now on the better footing and started up the driveway. Several times she wandered off the roadway as the drive curved and wound through the trees. Once she fell into a thicket of bushes at the side of the road when an abrupt change of direction caught her off guard. She rubbed her sore knee and felt the warm sticky blood and the shredded nylon. She would be a sight when she reached the house, but at least help would be there. Maybe the people would give her a chance to clean up before she finished her trip to Bladfield.
But the memory of the stalled car she'd left somewhere behind came back. She might not be able to finish her trip tonight. She didn't know enough about cars to know if the damage she'd done would be readily fixed or not. Well, at least she could call the school and explain her delay.
Finally the pathway unwound around a final curve and the house was there. Dana stopped and stared. It was big and elegant, and the huge sweep of the driveway that circled before it was filled with cars. Her heart dropped and she looked down at herself in the light from the big porch under the white columns.
She was a mess. Bits and pieces of leaves and dirt clung to the once crisp blue cotton dress. The single button of the short jacket had tom loose, probably in her fall, and the edges hung unevenly.
She brushed herself off and tried to straighten her dress. The tom stocking was hopeless, but she dabbed at her knee with a tissue from her purse. It would have to do. She had no other choice.
She pressed the bell beside the door. No sound reached her from inside, but she could see the bright glow of lights behind the draped windows. When there was no answer, she rang again, wondering why the silence was so complete.
Then the door opened and the noise hit her like a blow. Inside, beyond the doorway, people milled, danced and sat around. Facing her was a young man who held a drink in his hand. He leaned against the edge of the door.
"Well, hello," he said with a grin. "You're a little late, but come on in." He stepped back and waved her in.
"Oh, no, you don't understand," she said quickly, but he had already closed the door behind her. Now he was leaning against it and looking at her.
"I think I do," he said significantly as he eyed her rumpled dress and tom stocking. He winked broadly and drained the glass in his hand. "You should see the other guy!" He slapped his hand to his thigh and laughed at his joke.
"Please. I saw your light. My car broke down a few miles back on the road."
"This road?" He thought he'd made another very funny joke.
"Can I call someone to fix it?" she asked. She'd realized quite suddenly that the man was drunk and began to be a little frightened.
"Call?" he asked foolishly.
"Yes. Do you have a phone?" She was frightened.
"Phone." He repeated the word as if he'd never heard it before. "Must be one around here somewhere." He looked around the entryway, then glimpsed the party in the other room. "Let's go ask ol' Evan. "
"Who?"
He moved toward her clumsily and she backed away from the whiskey smell of his breath. She was very frightened now. She wanted to escape from this man, yet she had to find someone to help her.
"His party," the man mumbled and grabbed her arm.
His fingers were hard on her flesh, and Dana winced with pain. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and walked after the man who. seemed willing to drag her along just to have someone to lean on.
In the huge room, the noise blared louder and voices and laughter rose all around her. The man dragged her through the middle of the crowded room, mindless of the people he pushed aside. If anyone noticed or cared, they said nothing. Everyone wag having too good a time.
The man who had opened the door for her now opened another and pulled her into the room. For an instant, the relief from the noise was pleasant, but then she saw they were alone now. Her gaze moved around quickly looking for the telephone, but she couldn't see one.
He still gripped her arm, and now he pulled her toward a large, brown, plush sofa that sprawled in the center of the room. He fell across it and pulled her down on top of it.
"Mmmmm, come on, baby, let's play some more." He lifted his wet lips toward her face and his arms went around her body and held her close to his prone form.
"Let me go!" She struggled, but could not loosen his grip. She tried to pummel him with her free hand but he quickly pinned it with his arm.
"You're a fighter!" he said with a drunken laugh. "I thought maybe you'd be a little tired after the roll in the woods you took, but you're still fighting hard!"
His thick, sour breath overwhelmed her, and she twisted her face from his. She could feel the hard angles of his lean body along the soft, full curves of hers, and she wanted desperately to escape. But he was so strong she couldn't break his hold. She panted for air as he pinned her tight against him.
"Ohhh, sweetie, I can feel that hot pussy right through our clothes. jeez, this is going to be good. And ol' Evan doesn't even know you're here." He laughed again, and his eyes closed for a moment with his labored breathing.
Dana speared her tongue across her dry lips. "I have to phone about the car," she said helplessly. Her mind whirled, a confusion of horror and mixed emotions. She had somehow wandered into her nightmare, the dark shadow place where reality didn't exist. She looked at the blonde man lying under her. At least he was different. There were no coarse black hairs on the hands that held her. Tears stung her eyelids.
He moved, arching his body slightly under her weight and forcing himself harder to her. She became aware of a thick, hard thing between their bodies. Her mind refused to think what it might be. This was a nightmare, it had to be. The hard thing pressed at her crotch. She gasped and shuddered as the thing probed at her tender private parts through their clothing.
Dana closed her eyes and tried to waken herself from the nightmare. But when she opened them, nothing had changed. The man was still there, his fingers hard around her wrists holding her on him, his long body speaking intimately to her own.
He mumbled something that wasn't clear, and Dana held her breath. His fingers slackened just a little, and she forced herself to remain perfectly still, despite the screaming panic inside her. He mumbled again and she caught the word "drink".
Softly she spoke to him. "Why don't I get you a drink?"
He smiled without opening his eyes. The fingers uncurled from her thin wrist. "Mmmmm, hurry. Fuck."
She blushed at the gutter word, but she was free. He had let go, and she backed slowly off his prostrate form. As she rose, she saw the high rising bulge at the zipped crotch of his pants. She felt the strange numbness of the nightmare creep across her belly and make it feel leaden. Without taking her eyes off the bulging pants, she backed toward the door. When she felt the cool metal knob under her palm, she turned and exited quickly.
Again, the noise crowded her. She started around the outer edge of the room. She could not push through the crowd the way he had done. And she wanted to find the door and get out. Even the dark and lonely night was better than this.
But she didn't make it. Another man blocked her way. Again, the heavy odor of whiskey was the first thing she noticed. Then she saw how good-looking he was: dark hair that curled over his shirt dollar, long sideburns that came almost to the angle of his jaw, and tall.
"Hi," he said and handed her, a glass. "You look thirsty."
"I-" She looked at the glass she already held.
"Damn good Scotch. Go ahead, drink it. You look like you could use it."
She raised the glass to her lips and sipped some of the pungent liquid. The coolness felt good on her throat.
"Evan doesn't stint when it comes to the best in booze." He produced another glass from a passing tray in the hands of a butler and saluted her before he drained half of it.
"I haven't met Evan yet," Dana said cautiously. Maybe if she could locate the host she could make him understand. He would know she hadn't been invited to his party.
He looked at her with a grin. "That's okay with me," he said.
"I'd like to. Will you introduce me?"
His eyebrows went up and he narrowed his eyes to look at her.
"Sure, but what's your hurry? The night is young." He pushed her hand toward her mouth and pressed the cold glass to her lips. Almost without meaning to, she drank some more of the liquor. She made a face at the taste. "Good girl."
"Will you introduce me to him?" she asked again.
"Cool it, chick. All in good time. Besides, Terry is going to dance now. We wouldn't want to miss that, would we?" He took her arm and she felt herself stiffen involuntarily. She had not yet forgotten the man in the other room. "I can't introduce you if I don't know your name, baby." He was smiling at her again.
"Dana Mitchell."
"Very nice." He bowed slightly. "Pleased to meet you, Dana Mitchell. I'm Nick Perry. Come on, let's get a good spot to watch from. Terry is all set."
She glanced across the room and saw the wide circle that had opened in the middle of the floor. Men and women sat around the edges of it on the floor, on cushions, a few, the ones farther back, pulled up chairs to sit on. Behind them, others stood. Only the narrow path that led to the center was free.
Nick Perry edged past several people and found a spot for them against the wall. They had a good view of the circle. Everyone in the room was clapping in rhythmic beat now, and they were yelling "Terry"! and whistling.
A door opened at the end of the narrow passage of people. A girl stood framed in the lighted entry, her arms raised to the frame as if she were posing for photographers. She was beautiful. A small girl, she was thin and willowy. The long, black sequined dress caught the lights of the room and cast them upward to her face in shimmering blinks. The girl's red hair was piled loosely on top of her head, held in place by sequined combs. Then she turned so the watchers could see her profile, tilting her head high and stretching her neck taut. The neckline of the dress clung desperately to the swelling breasts that jutted under the black cloth.
Whistles and shrieks rocked the room. Someone started the stereo, and a slow, husky melody started the girl's body in motion. Her breasts bounced, strained harder against the shimmering cloth, seemed to somehow move under the tight dress.
Dana had never seen anything like it. She felt a hot blush rise under the jacket of her dress, and she kept her eyes straight ahead so the man beside her would not look in her direction. In the doorway, the girl began to undulate her hips and move slowly through the opening in the crowd.
Then she was in the center of the circle, and it instantly closed around her, leaving only the circle in which she was to dance. The girl hesitated with her body until the music was to her liking. Then she began to dance.
Terry whirled in fast circles, dipped almost to the floor, stretched toward the ceiling. Her hands undid the combs and her hair cascaded around her face and shoulders. Then somehow, one shoulder of the dressed moved from its place and the girl was peering intimately over the creamy white skin at the closest men.
"Yeah, that's the way, Terry!"
"Take it off!"
More whistles and shouts.
Dana knew her face was crimson. She had never seen anything like this girl was doing. It was somehow evil and unclean, using her body that way to stir up so many men.
The girl's arms snaked above her head and waved slowly. Then one hand trailed down the flesh of the other arm. It was as though the girl actually enjoyed touching herself, feeling her own flesh. The feeling transmitted itself to the men.
Dana gulped the warming liquid in her glass. Nick took the empty and produced another for her in a matter of seconds. She looked back at Terry so she wouldn't have to look at him.
The curling, snake-like fingers were at the front of the black dress now. They caught the zipper and began to pull it downward.
Whistles and shouts were deafening.
"My God!" Dana whispered silently. "She's going to undress!"
The hand followed a slow path between the girl's breasts and a slash of creamy flesh appeared between the parting edges of the gown. Then Terry held her arms out and began to sway to the music. The dress defied the law of gravity and clung to the high mountains of the swaying, jiggling breasts. Terry looked down and frowned in mock disapproval. She did something with her shoulders, and the dress, as if moved by her glance, began to slide down.
The noise in the room was deafening, and Dana felt as if she were caught in a whirlpool, being sucked down into the dark waters. In shock and horror, she watched the dress move completely free of the woman's bouncing breasts to leave them stark naked! Unleashed, they were huge swinging domes of silken flesh with ruby tips. Dana drank the new drink in her hand. Beside her, Nick sucked air into his lungs sharply. His exclamation melted into the uproar.
The half-naked woman was dancing again. Dana didn't know where to look. She was surrounded by leering, laughing faces. She was trapped against the wall by the press of bodies leaning to see the girl in the middle of the room. The dress with its winking sequins was past her waist now. Her navel emphasized the motion of the circles her hips traced. And the dress moved again. The thin line of a triangle of dark hair showed at the bottom of the zipper. The men shrieked louder than ever. Dana tried to move away, but Nick's arm went around her waist and held her. His hand stayed still, and she dared not move. He was watching the dancer, caught in the heat of the moment, not willing to take his eyes from the tempting sight.
Dana felt her panic rise, and she could barely breathe. She couldn't watch the girl, but she couldn't watch the people in the room either. The hungry looks in the faces of the men were disgusting, and the teasing looks of approval from the women were even worse. Nick seemed to forget her for an instant as he leaned forward and craned his neck for a better view.
Quickly, Dana slipped from his arm, lifting the nearly empty glass to her lips to ward off any gasp that might escape. She felt the movement of several people and she tried to avoid getting in front of anyone. She spotted the stairs curving gracefully upward. They were clear and open. There was no chance of crossing the room to the front door by which she entered, so she was forced to take the nearest and only retreat.
She was free of them, then, on the stairs. A clamor shook the room behind and she couldn't resist the magnet. On the third step up, she turned and looked at Terry.
The dress was gone and the nude, slim figure was bent over in a backbend, her legs spread wide to support but also to expose her entire crotch to the view of the room. Dana thought she glimpsed a shiny wetness along the thin line of red that gleamed between the dark crotch hairs. Her big breasts hung upside down, like ripe melons on a vine. Two men were crawling toward her on their hands and knees, shouting into the noise and licking their lips. Horrified, Dana watched as one man put his mouth to one of the golden melons and sucked the huge circular tip. The other man went right between the girl's legs and put his face to her bottom. His red tongue flicked across the hairs and wetness, then buried itself in the mass.
Dana whirled and stumbled up the stairs. Her head spun in dizzying eddies of panic and terror. She felt nausea clog her throat. The noise became dimmer as she gained the second floor and ran quickly down the hall. She pushed open a door. It led to a bedroom, but across it she saw the welcome gleam of a yellow bathroom. She slammed the door behind her and ran for the sanctuary.
For a long time, she braced herself against the wall while the huge waves of nausea swept over her. She threw up repeatedly. until her body was drained. She used the corner of a towel to wash her face with cool water. Still she felt ill. Tired, bone tired. Her head rang and threatened to erupt into a blinding headache. She had lost so much sleep last night. Then the long drive, the tension. And finally the drinks and the horror of the party downstairs. It was too much. She was shaking like a leaf in the September wind. She walked unsteadily from the bathroom. Her body fell across the huge double bed with its gold satin spread. She would lie here just a moment. just a moment to rest. Then she would find a way out, a back door maybe, so she wouldn't have to pass that party room again.
Dimly she heard the sounds from downstairs. Then she fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The drugged first sleep gave way to the shadows, and the nightmare came alive in them. Dana felt the mounting terror as she tried to flee the grasping fingers of gray smoke. But the hands were on her, all over her, touching, probing, searching. She tried to scream but gagged on the nausea that rose in her throat. She had not escaped the horror, it pursued her relentlessly.
Only this time the shadows were not silent. Words fell over each other as they poured out.
"Nice surprise. Beautiful, beautiful! Hot damn!"
The fingers clawed at her, yanking the cloth from her body. Only it wasn't the nightgown this time. It was the blue cotton dress.
Dana opened her eyes a slit and peered into the blurred area of her vision. The shadowy figure moved, lurched forward, the blue dress dangling from his fist.
"Getting better every minute!" The voice came from the figure.
Dana blinked and tried to clear her eyes. Her head ached and her tongue was fuzzy and dry. There was something she had to remember, but she couldn't pull it from the haze. She blinked again and saw that there was a man leaning over the bed looking down at her. She remembered.
The party! The horrible scene from which she had fled! She had fallen asleep on the gold bed. She looked at the man leering at her, then down at herself. The dress and jacket were gone, as were her shoes. She lay against the satin clad only in the shapeless chemise, garter belt and torn nylons. She bolted up and crossed her arms across her chest but a huge spasm of nausea rocked her and she fell back to the bed.
"Hey, you're awake. Good!" The man sat next to her. "It makes it easier to play. I had a hell of a time with that damned dress! And now that thing. What the devil is it?" His fingers plucked at the muslin chemise.
"Damned if I've ever seen anything like it!"
She could feel his fingers on her belly under the cloth, and she tried to wrap herself in her arms to escape him. The horror of the nightmare was very real now, and the fingers left numb spots on her flesh.
"Who are you?" she whispered. "What do you want?"
He laughed and swayed toward her. "That's funny! Very funny! I'm poppa bear and somebody's been sleeping in my bed!" He laughed harder, almost pitching onto her. The strong odor of whiskey flowed with his breath.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Full memory flooded back. She remembered her stalled car, the harrowing flight through the night, and the trapped helplessness of being unable to make the other men understand what she had come for. "Are you Evan?"
He looked surprised and grinned. "Sure, that's right, baby." His fingers kneaded her belly absently as he studied her as though trying to figure her out. "Who brought you? No, don't tell me. Let me guess!"
He frowned, and deep lines hatched his forehead under the receding line of his brown hair. He was not as young as the other men she'd met, she thought. He looked about forty, slightly paunchy, but not fat. He was still good-looking, and only the thinning hair gave evidence to his age.
"You don't understand-"
"Shh! I don't want you to tell!" He pouted like a child and concentrated again. "Nick!" He grinned as he made his pronouncement. His hand flattened on her belly with agonizing pressure.
"No, I came-"
"Shhh!" His hand moved down her figure and paused at the hidden warmth of her crotch. Dana shivered.
She tried to get up, but he pushed her back easily. "It must have been Orv. Sure, that's it. This is just the kind of kookie trick he'd come up with! I'm right, aren't I? It was Orv."
She shook her head wordlessly. How could she make him understand? The hand was cupping itself between her legs, feeling her private parts through the chemise. She tried again to pull away, but he pitched himself across her body and pinned her to the bed. His face was close to hers, his hand still between her legs, his chest pressed hard against her breasts.
"Doesn't matter," he murmured. "You're here, that's what counts!" He mashed his mouth against her lips. His heavy, wet lips worked against hers, prying them apart despite her efforts to keep them tight. She couldn't breathe with his face on top of hers that way, so she clawed at his shoulders with her hands. Her hand grasped the silky cloth of his shirt, and she tried to use it to pull him away from her. But he held her tight. His tongue came between his lips and stabbed at her mouth. When she finally had to open it to gasp for air, the slippery tongue darted through the opening quickly. It became a hot spear against her own tongue, lashing fire with each stroke, probing deeply into her mouth to send shimmering flames from its path.
Confusion and fear filled Dana. The experience was revolting, yet fascinating. She was powerless to escape his grip or his darting tongue. With each lash at her mouth, the oral organ stirred a feeling throughout her body. She was awake, she knew she was, yet she was living in the nightmare of thrashing emotion. She dug her fingernails into the muscled shoulder, but the pain merely spurred him to new frenzy. His hand pushed roughly between her legs and crawled under the cloth. It jerked the top of her stocking loose from the garters holding it, then caressed the hot flesh.
Dana quivered and tried to moan, but the sound was lost in the violence of the kiss still in progress. The hand moved up into the thatch of hair. She winced as the small hairs pulled, and he snarled as he forced his way through them. His weight still pinned her and made her shivering body merely quiver. It seemed to excite him more. She tore at his flesh and reached for his hair to try to use it to pull him off her. But the short, thin hair gave her no hold on him.
The hand was buried in her pubic hair now, delving for an opening there. The fingers flexed and dug into the tender flesh. Startled, she felt a sudden moisture where his flesh touched hers, and she couldn't understand what had happened. A dark memory flashed for a moment in the back of her mind, but it immediately disappeared in her subconscious again. It had something to do with the nightmare, but she didn't know what. Terror filled her.
The man released her mouth. His lips were flecked with spittle, and he licked them greedily. His fingers plunged between the moist lips of her vulva and found the passageway they sought. He dug them harshly into the pulpy walls.
Dana sobbed. "Ohhh! Stop!"
"We're just getting started, baby!" His free hand went to the chemise front. "How the hell does this thing open?"
Shocked, she could not answer. His hand fumbled, tried again, but found neither snaps nor zipper. He bunched the cloth in his fist and yanked it.
The nightmare!
The cloth shredded and tore from her torso. His fingers clawed at the pieces and threw them quickly aside. She tried to sit up, and the heavily freckled hand shoved her back and grasped her breast. Her legs parted as she tumbled in fright. It was the dream, and she was powerless to stop it.
The hand moved between her legs, and she felt the new pressure of the searching fingers. The hand plunged into her, while the other one mashed at the fullness of her heavy breast that lay exposed where he'd ripped the chemise away.
Dana recoiled in horror, remembering the man at the party below, the one who had so eagerly sucked at Terry's dangling breast. She saw the same glazed look now in Evan's eyes. He lowered his head, mouth open to catch the swollen head of the breast. His tongue licked across the taut nipple his hand had squeezed out. The wet, oral organ circled the entire patch of dark skin around the nipple as though the flavor intrigued it. Evan made soft noises deep in his throat, and then, quite suddenly, he fell to the breast and cradled the entire tip in his mouth, sucking it with huge gulping noises.
Dana felt as though she were someone else, somewhere else. The living nightmare couldn't be happening to her. She knew, because her body stopped resisting and lay passive under the obscene handling. Not passive really. It stirred with unbidden responses. Her vagina was fully wet now, and his fingers plunged into the thick mass of fluid with eager thrusts. Each one stimulated more juices to flow. She had no control over them. Her entire body prickled with a million darts of fire. The numbness had given way to this new thing. She stared at the ceiling, a muted haze of gold and soft blue.
'Dear God,' she thought, 'make it stop, wake me up!'
Evan let go of the nipple and grinned at her. "Mmmmm, that's good. You have nice tasting tit. Almost like flowers. You put rouge on it?" he wanted to know.
She managed to shake her head, appalled at the idea. He let go of her suddenly and stood up. Still watching her, he began to unbutton the silk shirt. Her gaze followed him as his fingers swiftly undid the row of pearl discs and then slipped the garment back from his shoulders and arms. He tossed it to a chair several feet away. Then he undid the top of his slacks and yanked down the zipper.
The room swirled and grew dark before her eyes. The shadows of the nightmare closed around her. She waited for the laughter as the thing between his legs sprang into view. It was larger than she recalled in the other nightmares. It was a huge spear of dark flesh jutting out from the bed of hair. A thick layer of doubled over skin circled the shining red head. Somehow, through the shadows, she could even see the tiny slit of an opening in the thing. It oozed a droplet of wetness as she watched it approach.
The laughter came and ripped back the shadows. Evan was climbing back onto the bed, the swollen sex organ aimed between her legs. The stabbing pain of the nightmare became reality as the fat member speared into the cavity his fingers parted.
She gasped.
He grunted. "Man, you're tight! What a hole!"
She screamed, a whimpering cry of helplessness as the thing shot into her belly. He laughed. and plunged into her again and again. "Jeez, what fucking! What a glorious hole!"
Dana sobbed and fought the treachery of her body. Her entire being wanted to cling to the pounding shaft of flesh inside her, to force it deeper so she could feel the explosion she had relived so many times in the dream. Yet she knew she had to escape, not allow the nightmare to become a reality this way. It was evil.
He pounded his penis into her in long thrusts, wet with her juices and his pre-seminal fluid. He was hot, and she was tight and her cunt was sucking at him like a magnet. He was so fucking hot he could barely hold himself up. He didn't know who had put her here as a surprise for him, but it was the friendliest gesture he'd encountered in a long time. He jabbed his heavy equipment into the hot, hugging tunnel. The pressure bulged the organ to its fullest.
"Okay, baby, here it comes!" he yelled. He let go and the ejaculation spewed from him like hot, thick syrup. It filled her cunt and lathered itself around his pumping prick. It made sucking noises as his unloading organ speared back and forth in the juicy cavern.
Under him, the girl screamed. It was a cry of animal lust and fulfillment, a complete abandonment of any pretense. She was coming, he knew. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn it was a virgin orgasm, a new experience that had been waiting his touch. He grinned down at the girl who lay limp under him with her eyes closed. She was a damn good actress. He'd have to find out where Orv found her. It had to be Orv. He fucked into the wet dripping hole a few more times, then pulled his drained organ out. He fell to the bed beside her and threw his arm over her waist. He pressed his lips to her ear and nibbled at the lobe.
"That was something, baby. A real fucking winner. Give me a chance to catch my breath and we'll try a few more." He licked inside her ear and felt her tremble under his arm.
CHAPTER FOUR
Time spun by heedlessly as Dana lay very still under Evan's arm. A new kind of numbness filled her body, a heavy, satisfied pleasure that confused her. She had tried to stop him but failed. The dream had exploded just as his explosion came inside her belly. She didn't know the words for what had happened, as her life in the convent had left her totally unprepared for this. But she knew she had done wrong to succumb to the enjoyment. like waking from the nightmare, she was filled with shame. But even the shame was different. She had no need to clutch her knees to her belly to make the pain subside. It had vanished in a brilliant blaze of glory when something happened in her at the moment of his outpouring. She still didn't understand it, but it had happened. As much as her mind rejected it, her body had gone along willingly. This was the true shame. Her body had betrayed her, left her unclean in its wake of need. She drew in a deep breath and held it, as if the action might cleanse her inside.
She felt the heavy wetness between her thighs and wanted to get up, but she was afraid to disturb the man who had stopped whispering and was now snoring gently at her ear. She was terrified of him, lest he wake and make new demands on her. How would she make anyone understand who she really was? What about the school at Bladfield? Were the people there concerned about her? What time was it? Night? Morning? She had to get out of here.
Cautiously, she inched sideways on the rumpled gold bedspread, slipping out from under the limp arm. Carefully, she eased off the bed and stood. On the dark, velvety blue carpet. She caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror on the wall and almost fainted.
Clad only in the skimpy garter belt and one stocking, she looked like some girl out of a lurid, cellophane-encased magazine she sometimes glimpsed at the back of the drugstore in town. She quickly averted her eyes.
The thick dribble of wetness began to seep out of her body and trail down her inner thighs. She had to clean up. Quickly, she picked up her clothes and darted across the carpet to the yellow bathroom. She closed the door softly and studied her predicament. She could wash, there were towels and soap. But the torn dress and stockings and chemise were beyond hope. She wept silent tears of frustration. She couldn't go out without clothing, and everything else she had was back on the highway in the car. Oh, if she had only paid attention to the gauges and not let the car overheat!
She wiped away the tears and began to wash the dirtied portions of her body where the man had performed his horror. Even as she touched her, swollen, red labia, they throbbed with renewed interest. Abruptly, she scrubbed the area with the towel in an attempt to force away the sensations. She dropped the torn clothing into a wastebasket and opened the door again.
The man was still sleeping. She tiptoed to the closet and turned the knob. Rows of men's suits, shirts and slacks covered the long walls. It was his room! Aghast, she shut the door.
He stirred and opened his eyes to peer at her. "Hello, honey. You up and cleaned up already?" He rubbed his eyes and sat up.
She stood rooted to the spot by fear. He was looking at her naked form with eager eyes and a smiling face. She felt a blush grow under her chin and spread upward.
He patted the messy bedspread next to him.
"Over here, honey. I'm dying to eat that pussy of yours!"
Her mouth gaped. Thunderstruck, she forgot her caution and whirled to run for the door. He was there ahead of her, off the bed and across the room in one long stride. He leaned against the door and grinned. "Still playing your game, I see."
She pulled up short so she wouldn't collide with his naked body, but his arms came out quickly and pulled her into an embrace. She felt the entire length of his nudity against her own.
"Let me go!" Her voice was a hoarse whisper. She was frightened again. "I've got to find something to wear, then get back to my car."
He looked at her with mock ferocity.
"What kind of a gag is that? Orv must have told you all my party girls stay the whole night. No once-around-the-mattress-and-off, not for the money I lay out for these gigs." He moved his torso up and down along her front, and she felt the outcropping of his rousing penis again. He pressed it up to her.
"Please, you've got to listen!"
"Sure, kid, sure. After a while. After we're tired out from screwing around."
"Oh!" The exclamation burst from her lips.
"Come on, back to bed, baby." He pushed her across the space, and she stumbled and fell across the bed. He was on her in an instant. "Open up those legs, honey, I'm starved!"
"No!" Stark terror filled her and she clawed at his face and raised her knees to kick at his approaching body.
"Hey, you-" He was startled by the vicious attack and pulled back for a moment. She lay panting, summoning energy for renewed frenzy. Suddenly, he laughed. "Okay, I should have figured that's the way you'd play it! This is going to be fun!" He got up and went to the dresser beside the bed and opened a drawer. While he rummaged in it, she checked her chances of getting to the door before he could turn and stop her. But he'd found what he was looking for already. His hand came out with two long pieces of heavy, silk cord. like the tassels on monks' robes, the cord was thick and strong. He glanced at her. As though reading her thoughts, he crossed to the door and turned the key in the lock. Then quite casually he threw the key to the top of a highboy standing in the corner. With a fiendish grin, he came to her again.
"What are you going to do?" She could barely get the words through her dry throat.
He laughed. "You wanted to play, so we'll play." He grabbed her wrist and began to knot one of the cords around it.
"Stop! Stop! Don't!" Tears washed over her eyelids and coursed down her face.
"Baby, you're going to get an Academy Award! You're the best little actress I've ever seen! " He yanked the rope tight and pulled the end of it through the space of the headboard and back through the opposite side. Then he quickly secured the other end to her other wrist. He tested the knots.
"There." His naked ass was very close to her face and he turned and let his semi-erect cock brush across her cheek. A little bit of teasing would put her in a better mood, he thought. He contemplated sinking the prick into her mouth right now, but decided to let that wait. At this stage of the game, she might try biting him.
He moved down on the bed and took one of her ankles in his cool hand. She tried to kick at him and break the hold as she realized what he was doing. But this time, he suspected her action and avoided the flying foot. With a few deft strokes, he tied one ankle, then the other to the foot posts of the bed. Then he stood up, looking down at his handiwork.
"Whew!" He wiped his hand across his brow. "I need a shower!" With that, he went into the bathroom without shutting the door and stepped into the shower stall. The sound of the water covered Dana's new sobs.
She pulled at the ropes, but they only cut cruelly into her flesh when she struggled. They were very tight, and she knew she was not going to get out of them. She was his prisoner, his captive. In the mirror, she saw her splayed body in the obscene position. It left no doubt in her mind what he intended to do.
It was madness, insanity. How could such a thing happen to her? Again she wondered what time it was and what the people at the Bladfield School were thinking by now.
Then he was back, leering at her and licking his lips. He stood at the foot of the bed for a long time, looking between the wide V her legs formed. She tried to squirm away from the stare, but the bonds held her tightly.
He climbed onto the bed between her legs, just as the man downstairs had crawled between the dancer's legs. He seemed to move in slow motion, nearing the prize he sought, savoring the anticipation as much as the object himself. His face closed the gap to her crotch. She could only see the top of his balding head, but she could feel his hot breath blowing across her intimate parts. She shivered, and his tongue leaped to touch the swollen red tissues.
"Ooo." She didn't realize she had made the sound. The soothing fire of his tongue bathed her throbbing labia in pleasant delight. She tried to change her thinking, but could not. The pleasant sensation was rising under his tongue and spreading like wildfire in dry grass. Her belly began to slightly tighten.
Then he did something with his tongue that catapulted her on a shockwave of shivering joy. His tongue was on the tiny bud of flesh that she knew grew at the apex of the vaginal slit. She had always supposed it was some accident of nature that the flesh was there, but now she discovered it had a purpose, a very nice purpose.
He tongued it and the fire went out of control in her belly. She strained against the ropes, not trying to get away, but in an effort to push herself deeper onto the probing lance. Her breath came in heavy gasps, and her hips twisted in mute agony.
Evan mumbled something into the haven of her crotch, and then his tongue rammed between the slippery wet walls that were so willing and waiting. She gasped with new delight and need. The tongue worked into her vagina, touching every spot it could find, licking and lapping hungrily at the juice that was seeping from her now.
Her nightmare was now a nightmare of need, desperate need. His earlier forced attentions on her body had taught it a lesson it had retained well. Now it demanded fulfillment again, rich, satisfying orgasms that only a man could bring.
"Ohhh!" She didn't even try to cover the cry this time. He answered with quicker and deeper thrusts of his tongue, and she tightened with need. She climbed to a peak of desire and hovered there. The tongue poked and licked inside her. She was thrown over the precipice into a soul-shaking climax. But his busy tongue continued, urging her on until she was completely satisfied. After what seemed like a very long time, she lay still again.
Evan looked at her. "Good?" he asked.
She couldn't answer. She was too filled with the wonder of what had happened and the knowledge that she had enjoyed it. But she could not admit it aloud.
He seemed not to notice, so intent was he on his new plans. He moved upward over her body, straddling her hips and waist, coming high enough so he could sit lightly just below her breasts. He lay his long cock between the high hills of her tits and then cupped his hands around the breasts and squeezed them together on his organ. Looking down, she could see the tiny red head poking out between the milky whiteness of her own flesh. His fingers rippled over the sunken nipple beds and began to stir the tips to turgid alertness. She watched in fascinated horror.
Evan was intent on his own actions, watching his cock slip smoothly between the big tits. This one was really stacked, and her skin felt like smooth marble, only warm, beautifully and excitingly warm. He liked the feel of his ass as it moved lightly over her ribs, catching his balls and hairs to erotically tug at them. He squeezed the tits harder. The nipples were bright buttons now, standing upright on their puckered beds of coral.
"Open your mouth, baby."
She looked at him.
"Open it like a good girl."
She opened it. He moved up, letting the breasts slide between his legs, and resting his balls between them and squeezing them together with his thighs. "Jeez!" He grinned at her and took his bulging, throbbing sex organ in his fist. She could see the thick vein throbbing along its length, like an undulating snake on a smooth red rock. Then he slipped it between her lips.
It was hot and dry, except for the tiny trickle of liquid from the crevice at the end. She let it lay on her tongue.
"Now, nice and easy," he instructed. "Nice and easy."
Somehow she knew this was an explanation of what she was to do. She closed her mouth around the thick heavy organ and curled her tongue under it to cradle its warmth.
"Mmmmm, that's the way, honey. You know how!" He raised himself so he was poised right over her mouth. Then slowly, he began to move the organ in and out of the wet tunnel, letting her tongue follow it back and forth until it was encouraging a faster tempo of its own.
Dana found she was hugging the thick column of flesh with eager sucks. It was horrible, dirty and vulgar, but she couldn't stop herself, or even rationalize why she felt the compelling need to suck the thing presented her. She, Dana Mitchell, righteous and afraid, hot and sexy! She lapped eagerly at the promise the penis offered.
"Oh boy, you're going to take it! I'm hot and ready! Really hot! You're sucking. me off, honey!" He pumped his body in and out of her willing mouth. She felt the final straining of the shaft as it readied for its climax. She listened to his words like she had listened to the words of the dream so many times, without understanding, but knowing they were somehow connected with the pleasure that would come.
"Ohhh, here it comes!" He jabbed it into her throat, gagging her for an instant until she managed to breathe through her nose. Then the tip of the stroking penis opened and a hot flood of semen gushed out. It was a thick wad, hot and salty. Tears stung Dana's eyes as she was forced to swallow if she wanted to breathe. The hot load went down her throat, and there was more following that. She gulped rapidly as the semen filled her mouth and clogged her throat.
Finally, he slowed, and the organ began to grow smaller and she could breathe. He began to withdraw it slowly, and her tongue followed its retreat, licking off the last traces of the creamy fluid. Finally he withdrew and swung himself to the bed. He bent forward and kissed her lips lightly.
"Very nice, honey, very nice." He licked his own lips. "Mmmmm, you taste good, or is it me?
He laughed and got up.
He crossed the room and took a chair from a desk and placed it in front of the highboy. His hand groped along the top until he found the key. He climbed down, unlocked the door. He stood naked in the open doorway and looked back at her.
"Don't go way, baby. I'll be back soon." He went out without bothering to close the door behind him.
CHAPTER FIVE
She lay looking at the patch of light of the open doorway. Her body was light and drifting, apart from her mind. Her conscience tried to pull it back to reality, but she avoided the encounter. She was no longer in control. She could not stop the things that were happening. She was tied and helpless.
From downstairs, she could hear the faint sounds of the party still in progress. It seemed much quieter than it had been. Once again, she wondered what time it was and how long she'd been here. She was comfortable, despite the ropes at her wrists and ankles. She lay in the warm cocoon of the gold bedspread, waiting.
There were a few shouts and laughs from below, then the house grew almost still. Dana strained to listen to the silence. Were they gone? All of them? But no, Evan would scarcely walk out of his own home naked. She listened harder.
The thick carpets of the stairs and hall deadened the, footsteps, and she was not aware of their approach until they came through the doorway.
Evan grinned at her. "Hello, baby. I brought another playmate." Behind him, Nick Perry entered the room.
"Oh-ho, so there you are! I should have known! I wondered where you had gotten to, but I forgot you were so anxious to meet ol' Evan." He'd had several more drinks since she'd left him, and his speech was slightly slurred, his eyes glassy.
Dana bit her lip. It was a house of madness! She couldn't get anyone to listen to her, to believe the truth! There was no way to argue her way out of the situation she'd gotten into. They seemed to think she was someone else, come for the purpose of being sexually used and abused. She didn't understand how they could believe she was that kind of woman, or even that any woman would act m such a way. She wanted to scream, to cry, to struggle, but she knew it was useless. And she knew they would think it part of the game she played.
"Well, what do you think of her?" Evan asked, as though she were a side of beef hung for inspection.
Nick cupped his chin in his hand and walked around the bed slowly. He stared intently at her high peaked breasts with their raised nipples. He studied her flat young belly that ended in the golden triangle of hair. He moved to the foot of the bed and looked into the spread V. He nodded.
"She's great, a real winner. She's the best you've ever gotten."
Evan looked pleased. "I knew you'd think so! And wait until you try her! She's tight and hot! You'd swear she was a virgin!"
Nick made a face of disbelief, but grinned at his friend. "If you say so, old man."
"Well, get your clothes off. I have a great idea." He motioned for Nick to hurry.
Nick complied, undoing his buttons with unsteady hands and letting his clothes drop to the floor without bothering to fold or hang them. Dana watched the garments fall one by one. He bent forward to roll the clinging white undershorts down over his hips and thighs. As he straightened, she got her first glimpse of his organ.
Unlike Evan, he was not yet stirred. The penis hung limply between his legs, with the two darker skinned balls barely visible behind it. The organ looked weak and harmless in its dormant state. She still found it difficult to believe such a drastic change could take place in an organ in so short a time. Would this one grow to the size the other man's had? Or were men different in that respect? She wished she were not so ignorant. She realized, quite suddenly, how sheltered her life had been, how unlearned she was id the ways of the world.
"Hurry!" Evan was impatient.
"I'm ready. What's this great idea of yours?"
Evan grinned. "I'll untie her hands and then sit her on my cock. Christ, I'm hard already!"
Dana saw, that he was. His cock was rigid and thrusting out from its nest of hair. Remembering the taste and feel of it, she swallowed hard.
"What about her legs?"
"Leave them tied. It'll hold her nice and wide open, the way I want her. As soon as she gets up on my prick nice, you climb over me and put yours in her mouth. She'll get it up fast! jeez, can she suck! I thought I'd blow my mind!"
Nick nodded his approval as Evan added, "I can lay down and be fucked at the same time I'm watching her suck you off! Oh, it should be good!"
Dana listened in shock. She couldn't believe what he was saying. The two men were going to invade her body at the same time! They made their plans as casually as if they were setting up a chess board. She looked with horror from one to the other. They paid little or no attention to her.
Her mind reeled. Were they mad? Were all men like this? Certainly the world couldn't be so different than what she had expected. She longed to be back at the safety of the convent.
But she didn't have very long to think about it. They were coming toward her again. Evan said, "You'll have to help me lift her hips so I can get in her." With a few deft movements, he untied the cords from the bedposts and lifted her to a sitting position.
She was frightened, really frightened now. These men were the personification of her nightmare. Her hidden lust had brought her to this place, and now she had to pay the price of her years of wrong and evil thinking.
"Mmmmm, her skin is so soft and white. I don't think she's ever been out in the sun." Almost as an afterthought, Evan looked at her drawn face. "Have you baby?"
She shook her head. There hadn't been time for sunning at the school. Besides, the long-sleeved uniforms were the only outfits she owned. They were hardly suitable for sunbathing.
Even bent her forward, moving his hand sensuously down her curving spine to her buttocks. He paused for a moment to rub the velvet humps and dig his fingers between them. She could hear his breathing get heavier. He pushed her downward so her knees bent slightly. Nick was watching from the foot of the bed and bent down to get a better look at the hanging globes of her breasts and the glistening red pussy that now showed between her legs. He grinned at her, and she had to look away.
"Come and help me now," Evan demanded.
Nick rose and circled to the other man. "You lift and I'll slide under her," Evan instructed.
Dana felt her body grabbed and lifted. The strong hands were firm under her buttocks, the long fingers taut on her flesh. Her wrists were still tied, but the long length of cord between them gave her room to move them. She braced herself on the bed so she wouldn't topple forward. She felt like an animal, trussed and ready for butchering. There was no place to look except at the obscenity of her own body humped on the bed. She could see one of Nick's fingers where it clung to her weight. Then abruptly the head appeared between her legs, the brown hair, tanned scalp, puckered brow. Evan was sliding along the rumpled spread, coming between her outspread legs and below her raised ass. He paused to look at the exposed vagina with its enticing wetness. His tongue flicked and poked at the heavy folds.
"Hey, I can't hold her up forever. Quit diddling there!" Nick laughed and stabbed at Evan with his bare foot.
"Mmmmm, it's so damned good I couldn't resist!" Evan moved again and brought his body into position under her, pausing only for one more instant to kiss the dangling nipple he had to pass.
Dana was paralyzed with shame and fascination. She'd watched the man slip under her, taste her, Disgust should have filled her, but instead she found herself waiting expectantly for his next move. She didn't have to wait long.
"Ready now," he said with a huge smile. He placed his hand on his penis and held it upright. Slowly, Nick. lowered Dana's weight onto the pole.
She felt the tug against her pubic hair and held her breath. Evan's brow was furrowed in concentration as he got his other hand under her and spread the lips of her vagina with his fingers. He tested the opening for a second with his fingertip and found it ready and wet.
"Okay," he said again. She let out her breath slowly as his cock penetrated the tiny spot and widened it as it passed. Nick eased her down, and the long, thick organ slid up into her. She gasped as it plunged the final length when Nick pulled his hands free and let her full body weight sink onto the shaft.
"Ohhh, that's up there! jeez what a hole. Ohhh, baby!" Evan was like a child with a delightful new toy. She could feel him twitch his muscles and cause the penis in her to wiggle and push inside her. She could scarcely breathe. Her entire body was tense with excitement. The swollen sex offering was hot and deep inside her belly. It felt like it was pushing its way right through her. Flames of passion swept through her body and left burning scars in their wake. She was shaking and trembling with something other than fear.
"Tell me what it feels like," Evan said to her.
Dumbfounded, she stared at him with wide eyes.
"Go ahead, tell me," he insisted. He twitched his cock in her.
She caught her breath. "I can't-"
He reached up and began working her breasts with his hands, cupping and fondling them, enjoying the soft firmness, finding the different textured skin of the aureoles, coaxing out the nipples. She was good, really good. If he didn't know what she was, he would swear she was a virgin cunt, his for its premiere. He wondered again where Orv had found her. But he had better things to think about now. He squeezed the tits.
"What does my prick feel like up there in your pussy? Tell me!"
"It feels...." She was scared but forced the words out. "It feels warm. And big." Suddenly, the words came, driven by the tight passion gripping her body. "It's hot, and in so deep. I feel like I'm being pulled apart, but I want it to go in more, not to come out. I want to be warm and loved!" She listened in horror to her own words. She realized her body was moving, she didn't know if it was his hands on her or if she'd done it herself. But she was pushing forward and back on the thing inside her, sinking it into her and then pulling back so the action could be repeated. Evan's eyes sparked with pleasure.
"Yeah, that's the way. Boy, that's hot fucking!" He had almost forgotten Nick who had come around to the foot of the bed again. He caught sight of him then. "Get up there and let her sink that cock of yours between those hot hugging lips!"
Nick didn't need a second invitation. He climbed onto the bed and stood in front of Dana, forcing her to sit up straight. The movement sent the organ inside her in a deep thrust into the pulpy wall of her vagina. It hit some secret spot that sent trails of fire through her belly and legs. It felt like another opening. She'd never known anything could feel so wonderful. She leaned back to recapture the thrill.
Then Nick was in front of her. Standing on the bed, his legs spread over the prone form of Evan under her, Nick advanced with cautious steps to keep his balance. His penis wasn't as limp as it had been. Watching and helping with Evan's sex play had stirred him out of the alcoholic stupor, and his need was beginning to grow. This gorgeous creature was waiting, her hole already occupied, but her mouth willing and ready for him. He lifted his semi-hard prick and aimed it at her lips.
"Open up, Dana, baby. Here comes your dessert!"
The tip of the organ touched her parted lips and burned them. Her mouth opened and her tongue came out in greeting and need. She kissed the tip of the organ, tasting the juice that barely dampened it. He used his own hand to pull back on the penis, exposing the shiny red head with it's veined stem. He pushed the folds of skin forward again and let them touch her lips. They were incredibly soft and smooth. She opened her mouth wider.
"That's a good girl. Kiss it again."
She did, over and over. Then she let it move into her mouth and felt it grow larger with each lap of her loving tongue. It was like a miracle, the way it expanded so quickly to fill her hungry mouth. She ran her tongue along the heavy folds of foreskin, pushing them back and "sting the hidden softness beneath. She closed her lips around the solidness of the column, and it filled her mouth completely. Her hand came up dragging their fetters of silken cord and closed around the wonderful body in front of her. She pulled him closer.
"Ooo, you know it!" Nick said. He began to arch toward her face.
She had not forgotten the man at the other end of her body. His cock high in her continued to blaze, and now she began to move on it. The rhythm made it possible for her to skin back and forth on the golden offering in her mouth at the same time, and she enjoyed the two simultaneously. The fires from each met deep inside her.
She had closed off her mind, refusing to admit or consider any of the haunting thoughts that prodded at it. She was no longer in. control, could not stop them. She had to do their bidding.
"Eat it, baby! Yeah! " Nick humped into her mouth with quick lunges.
"Feel it up there! God! That's good! What a hole! Want my load now, baby?" His cock was hard and bulging. He had heated himself to a white passion. This promised to be quite a night.
Dana lost track of everything but the pagan pleasure that filled her body. She erased any thoughts of decency or prudery. Her entire body was a raging inferno, caught between the two blast furnaces of the men's cocks. She clung to the jiggling ass that thrust Nick's body to her mouth and sank his cock into her throat. One hand found its way between his legs to the fantastically soft shells of his balls, with their diamond hard contents. She cupped them and stroked them gently. At the same time, she felt the harsh scrape of Evan's tangled pubic hair on her raw, wet vagina. She was open so wide, sitting astride the beautiful cock horse. She flailed her body against both of them in a torment of need.
"Jeez!" Evan gasped.
"Let's go together!" Nick yelled. "I can't hold it!"
Evan didn't need to be asked again. He was so damned hot he was past the point of any return. He groaned and met her next thrust with his own. He exploded in a violent orgasm that spurted from his cock and poured out into the slippery, sliding haven. Above, Nick shot off in the glorious dark passage of her hugging mouth.
"She's coming like crazy!" Evan gasped. "She's like a fireball! God, she's pouring our love juice so fast I'm drowning in it! Ohhh! Is she coming!"
Nick pumped into her mouth. This time she knew what to do. She enjoyed the hot spurt of thick fluid and let it slide down the back of her throat and then swallowed quickly. The liquid burned a path of fire right to her belly. The stabbing organ in her cunt exploded and filled her, and the two streams of molten lava met deep inside her need.
Something fantastic happened in her belly, something even better than before. The two men took her to an orgasm that left her gasping and quivering. When they both finally slowed, she clung to their slick, perspiring bodies, not wanting them to leave. She wanted to keep them in her forever, she wanted to hold them and have them, never to be alone again.
Evan lay gasping and grunting under her. His eyes rolled as though he couldn't believe what had happened. Slowly, Nick pulled his deflated cock from the girl's mouth. The sudden and mighty climax had sobered him and left him a little weak in the knees. He sat on the bed.
For a few moments, the room was quiet, disturbed only by Evan's ragged breaths. Then Nick smiled at Dana. "That was damn good. You're an artist. "
"Good ol' Orv," Evan murmured. "Leave it to him to find me a special one!"
Suddenly, Dana couldn't ignore reality any longer. She saw herself in the mirror and was shocked. Her hair was messed and all over her face, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Her naked body was on parade before the eyes of these two men. And she still held Evan's sex organ in her tightly closed vagina! The truth of what she had done hit her and she felt faint.
"You all right?" Nick asked.
She looked up and tried to say something, but her mouth was a parched banner of her guilt.
"Hey, Evan, I think we worked her too hard. She looks a little fuzzy. Let her lie down."
Evan didn't comment on the girl's feelings. He merely said, "Help me get out."
Nick lifted Dana by putting his arms around him and lifting. For a moment she wanted to cling to his naked torso, feel his warmth emanate and take away her chill of dread. But she shivered and he lay her back as soon as the other man had pulled his body out from under her. He yanked the bedspread so he could cover her with it. Without even looking back, Evan walked into the bathroom and the sound of the shower came on.
Dana closed her eyes but she couldn't stop the shivering. Her entire body was racked with shakes, and she felt very cold, right to the center of her bones. She tried to shut out the wild and horrible things that crowded her mind.
What had she done? What was to become of her?
Evan thought she was some kind of a plaything, something one of his friends had brought for him to enjoy! And Nick thought so too! But at least he was kinder, had some consideration for her well being. Maybe she could make him understand. She opened her eyes. He was still sitting close to her, his hand resting lightly on her rising breasts under the spread. The glazed look was gone from his eyes and had been replaced by something else, something she did not understand or know.
Then, even as she thought about the possibility of enlisting his help, he drew back the gold spread and crawled onto the bed beside her. With one quick movement, his naked body was pressed hard to her entire length.
She began to cry.
CHAPTER SIX
Nick's arm went around Dana and he pulled her close. "What's the matter," he asked softly. "You cold?"
She nodded. She was cold, cold as death. Something had died, the Dana who had left the convent school this morning. And some kind of a terrible monster had taken her place, a monster she couldn't control or reason with.
He hugged her and tried to warm her. "Why the tears? Better not let Evan see them. He may not like the overacting. He's a sensitive bastard even though he acts hard."
She forced herself to look at the man in whose arms she lay. "I'm not an actress."
He laughed. "I know, but all party girls act to a big degree. It's part of the game." His hands were coursing over her body in long, investigating strokes. He searched out her tits, bringing the nipples to bloom again between his thumb and forefinger. He discovered the recently charted territory between her legs, wet now as Evan's semen began to seep from her. He played in the lapping waves of her vulva.
"I'm not a party girl either. Really I'm not. Oh, please believe me. Why can't I get anyone to listen?"
He drew his head back and peered at her. "You sound serious." His fingers idled at their play.
"Oh, I am! Please listen."
He shrugged. "Okay, shoot."
Quickly she recounted the details of how she had gotten to the house, met a man downstairs and been lured to the side room. On making her escape, she met him, and later escaping again, wound up in this room.
"So you see, it's all a mistake. I only want to phone for help. My car...." The sobs filled her throat and choked off her words.
Nick looked at her intently. Then he whistled softly. "Good lord! You're serious."
She nodded mutely.
He sat up quickly and dropped the cover over her naked body. He was stunned! Everyone had assumed she was the special entertainment for the party! One of Evan's pals always brought a girl who would stay the night and play Evan's games endlessly. They all knew that Evan paid the girl handsomely afterward for submitting to his strange games, and they'd never known him to hurt anyone. He was just a bit strange when it came to his sex play. He liked way out things, experimental positions, and tying women up.
Nick glanced at the weeping kid on the bed. A mistake. It could be a costly one! When this little dish discovered the amount of money Evan Roeden had, she could blackmail him for a cool million. Her innocent act didn't fool him. Once she thought over the night in retrospect, she'd cash in on it!
He got up quickly and crossed to the bathroom. He went in and shut the door behind him. Evan was just stepping from the shower, his slightly paunchy body glistening wetly.
"Naughty, naughty," Evan chided. "You know we don't play boy games!"
"Be serious a minute, Ev. I want to talk to you."
"About what?"
He jerked his head toward the closed door. "Her. I think we pulled a boo-boo."
Evan laughed. "I don't! She's the hottest trick that ever hit a mattress! I'm renewed now and ready for more. I want to sink into her ass-hole and taste it! My god, her cunt is so tight, her ass-hole will kill me." He looked thoughtful. "I think I'll tie her over the back of the lounge for it!" His eyes gleamed.
"Evan, listen. I was just talking to her. I tell you in we made a mistake. She swears she rang the doorbell 'cause this was the only light she could see. Her car broke down a couple of miles down the road."
Evan glared at him. "She's just putting on an act." He looked mad. "Who let her in?"
"I think it was Orville. Sounds like him from her description. Besides. I heard someone say Orv had taken a girl into the den downstairs. I saw her come out alone a few minutes later. Naturally I figured she'd come with him. Then when I saw her up here on your bed...."
"How the hell did she get up here if she isn't girl we expected?"
Nick chewed his lip. "She says she was scared when Terry did that dance. We were all so busy watching Terry and getting a piece of the action that no one spotted her run up the stairs. She got sick and lay down to rest." He shrugged. "That's her story anyhow."
Evan grabbed his arm and forced him to look up. "You believe her?"
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"But she acted like, a pro on that goddamn bed. I've never been fucked so good in my life!"
Nick shrugged again. "I know, but she's plenty scared now. When she has a chance to think, she may mean trouble."
"Trouble?"
"Yeah, maybe big trouble."
Evan looked frightened.. "What will we do?" His voice was a hoarse whisper of fright.
"We can't just turn her loose. Let me think."
Evan paced the small floor with a worried frown. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He didn't like trouble. That's why he lived way out away from people like this. When he wanted to have a party, he wanted to be uninterrupted. He selected his guests with care, and they respected his wish for privacy. He made sure it was worth their while. Now, this fiasco. What would he do? He looked at Nick.
Nick snapped his fingers. "I have an idea. Look, go out there and tell her you believe her story, that we do, and we're sorry about what happened. Try to find out as much as you can about her. I'll go check on the car."
"What good will that do?" Evan demanded.
Nick said, "If we can stall a little while, I think I can fix it so we won't have to worry about our little lost girl."
"What are you going to do?"
"There's no time to explain now. Just get out there and try to patch things up with her. Make her feel good, play up how sexy she is and you just couldn't resist. I think she'll gobble up that line. I suspect she really was a virgin when she walked in here tonight."
"No?" Evan was ecstatic. He licked his lips and almost clapped his hands.
"Get out there," Nick said with a grin. He stepped into the shower quickly as the other man left and got cleaned up. By the time he reentered the bedroom a few minutes later, Evan was sitting next to the girl talking softly to her. He had not untied her, Nick noticed as he dressed quickly and left.
"You see, my dear," Evan said to Dana, "I get very lonely living way out here in the country. So I give parties for my friends and their friends. When I saw you lying here on my bed, I naturally thought you were one of the friends people bring. And you were so lovely, so delightfully simple and honest lying there asleep that way, I couldn't resist wanting you."
He lay his hand on her nude shoulder that pecked out from under the cover. The touch of her warm skin excited him again.
"You are so very lovely." He let his hand move slowly down the white flesh until it found the mound of her breast. Very gently he massaged the fullness in his hand. He felt a new wakening in his loins as his sex organs began to respond to the delightful flesh. He wanted her again. His mind and body had already geared themselves to having her for the night, and he was not willing to change plans now, no matter what Nick said. And, after all, wasn't the damage already done? If she was the wrong girl, trouble was already on his doorstep. It couldn't get any worse. He might even improve the situation if he got her excited enough to want to stay!
The idea excited him, and he began to fondle the breast eagerly. He felt for the sunken nipple in its bed of rippled skin and began to coax it out. Yes, she was getting excited. And look there, she was already looking at his cock! She couldn't keep her eyes off it as it began to surge upward from its resting place. By the time Nick got back, she would have forgotten she was ever going anywhere!
He threw back the cover and inspected the full length of her beautiful body. He smiled at her. "I'm going to untie your feet, my dear. You must be tired of lying in one position so long." He moved to the foot of the bed and began undoing the cords, once again freeing them from the bedposts without loosening her ankles.
Dana watched him with relief. Some of the horror had passed since she'd gotten the other one, Nick, to listen. They did believe her! She wasn't sure what would happen next, but at least she had gotten them to listen. She wondered where Nick had gone but was afraid to ask. She watched Evan cautiously. She was filled with a strange mixture of hope and revulsion. There was something odd about this man, something she did not understand.
"There," he said with a smile. He reached for her hands. "Up you come." He pulled her to a sitting position. Gratefully, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and felt the blood rush to them.
"Come on, can you walk?" He lifted her to her feet with his arm around her waist, the hand touching the breast above it.
She was unsteady for a second, but then nodded gratefully. He walked her slowly across the room, letting the gold cord drag behind her like a leash. He took her to the bathroom.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he said matter-of-factly.
To her surprise, he did not leave her in the room by herself. Instead, he went with her, never letting go of her. He eased her onto a small vanity bench. "Sit while I get things ready."
He moved to a closet and began rummaging in it. Dana felt a flutter of panic again. What was he doing? Why didn't he leave her? The panic swelled when he turned back to her with a large rubber syringe in his hand. He smiled.
"After all that fun, you really need a douche."
The word struck a faint note in her memory. She'd read about it somewhere. Even without recalling where, she knew it had something to do with her sex organs. He was going to wash her out! The panic exploded and ran through her, oozing into every pore.
He seemed not to notice. Very calmly he began preparing a pitcher of water into which he poured some blue liquid from a bottle. He stirred the mixture, then inserted the syringe and filled it. He turned to her again, and she watched with fear-filled eyes.
"Stand up," he said firmly. She did and he suddenly noticed the ropes still dangling from her wrists and ankles. "Oh, we don't want to get them wet." He set down the syringe and bent to untie them. His bare shoulder touched Dana's leg and she trembled. The ropes undone, he stood and led her into the large shower stall. "Just lean back against the wall, my dear, and I'll take care of you."
"Oh, please, I-"
"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all. I love doing it." His eyes glittered and he looked eager. He backed her to the wall.
"Spread your legs and just relax," he instructed.
Helplessly, she complied. He knelt before her and touched her pubic hair gently, then harder as he probed in it for the swollen curtains of her vulva. They were coated with white foam and the juices his cock had spurted into her. They looked lovely. It was a shame to wash off all that lovely stuff, but it would make it that much more fun to lather her again. He pried into the hair with his finger.
Dana collapsed against the wall. Her body's betrayal was complete. As soon as he touched her vagina, it began to squeeze out new secretions and build new desire. She wanted to run from him, but her sex organs wanted to stay for their fulfillment. They had learned their new lesson too well, and they would not stop. His finger moved up into the slit and wiggled in the hole. Her breath caught.
"That's the spot," he said to no one in particular. With his finger still holding the place, he brought up the syringe with his other hand and inserted it into her vagina. For a moment, the two intruders pulled her in opposite directions, exciting and firing her need. He finally seemed satisfied and plunged the syringe nozzle deep inside her. It was cold and startling, and it sent chills through her.
"Ahhh," Evan exclaimed.
Before she realized what he was doing, the warm douche spurted up into her vagina. She gasped. It was almost like the experience on the bed. The hot liquid washing over her organs made them tense with excitement, then firm with desire. She felt the warm liquid ooze from her slowly and pour out where his finger still held her open. She looked down and saw him watch it drain down her legs with glee. Beyond his hands and face, she saw his erect cock jutting forth. And, horribly, she found herself wanting it. She wanted it to finish what the douche had started. She wanted it to quench the new fire inside her.
He turned from her now, extracting the instrument and his hand at the same time and moving across the floor to the huge, sunken tub that lay diagonally in the corner of the room. He turned on the taps. Dazed, she watched the water fill the yellow tub until it was to his liking. Then he turned off the taps and got up. He reached out to her and she moved forward to meet him.
"Get in," he said gently.
She did his bidding, hypnotized by the promise of what was to come. She had stopped thinking, trying to understand. She lowered her body into the warm water. Evan climbed in beside her and sat next to her in the wide pool. He reached for a cloth and the large bar of soap. Quite gently, he lathered her body. He spent a lot of time soaping her jutting tits, making sure the lather went under them into the tiny crevices caused by their size and weight. He lifted each one and covered it with white foam. When they were completely hidden under the lather, he used his fingertip to poke a hole in each peak to expose the ruby red nipple. He smiled, pleased with his work.
"You are truly lovely, Dana. You have a marvelous body. But I suppose many men have told you that before." He looked at her.
She shook her head. Her voice was low. "No, never. "
He looked surprised. "They should have. A beautiful body is like an object of art, it should be seen and admired by many."
"I...." Words failed her.
With deliberate motions, he began wiping the suds from her tits. He let the water squeeze from the cloth and pour over each in turn, floating a the foam and leaving the breasts glistening wet and sparkling. He rubbed the soft cloth over each mound with gentle scrubbing motions, once more making sure each nipple was swollen and at full attention.
He murmured soft words of delight all the time he worked. When he was satisfied with his progress, he slid downward in the tub and pushed himself around until he was between her legs facing her.
Then he worked on the rest of her body. With the cloth and his hands, he soaped the area between her legs under the water. He scoured the heavy folds of erotic flesh, pinching it between his fingers under the wash rag. Once again, she felt shivers race from his fingers through her body. The warm water and the slippery, sliding suds gave an illusion of the sex act, and she found herself panting lightly.
He looked at her and said, "You have a gorgeous pussy, do you know that?"
Slowly, she shook her head. "I never heard it called that before."
He laughed. "Have you ever had a man before tonight? Ever been fucked?"
She shook her head again, somehow feeling ashamed at the admission.
His smile was very big now. "That's wonderful! But how could you ever get this far without it? With a body like yours men should have been after you for years!"
All the time he spoke, his hands were busy at her vagina. He had discarded the wash cloth now, and used his fingers and the bar of soap to scrub between the folds and lips. Each stroke moved him deeper into her body cavity, between the pulsating portals of passion, scoring high into her vagina. The soap stung at first, but in a matter of moments her natural sex juices had begun to flow and dilute the sting. She was panting harder now and it was difficult to talk.
"I lived at a convent school."
"Oh." That explained a lot, but he knew he was glad of her extremely sheltered background. It was delightful to teach her to fornicate, to have her so ready and eager under his tutelage. He speared his hand and the soap into her. "like it?"
She couldn't admit it, but she couldn't deny it either. Her eyes gave her secret away, and she knew he saw it.
The hand went into her again. "It's a wonderful hole, so soft, so warm. It was meant for fucking."
She blushed.
"Have you ever heard that word before?"
"No."
"But you like to do it, to fuck." He wanted to hear her say the word, to savor its lovely meaning as her tongue rolled it off. But she was silent and looked tense. He prodded his fingers into the sudsy cunt. "You like it, don't you?" he demanded.
She was frightened at his tone. He was so unpredictable, gentle one moment and crude the next. "Yes," she whispered.
He laughed. "Ask me to do it then. Ask me to fuck your cunt."
She stared at him.
"Ask me!" he demanded petulantly.
"Please fuck my cunt." This time the words were barely audible as she got them from her unwilling tongue.
He smiled. "That's better." He looked happy again. He raised his knees and jockeyed his body close to hers. "Put your legs up," he instructed.
As soon as she did, he aimed his submerged prick toward the open wound of her vagina. He flicked it across the pulsating folds several times, then stabbed it in. It entered with a rush of warm, sudsy water. He quickly moved his legs over hers and wrapped them around her hips, hugging her body close to him and forcing the penetration to completion. It was like a javelin spearing into her body. The strange angle of their bodies made the heavy dagger of flesh hit the back wall of her vagina and pull unmercifully at the muscle. The strange inner opening she had felt before gave under the pressure and the tip of his penis entered the newly opened door.
The room spun around her in dizzy flight. Her vision blurred as the sheer intoxication of joy filled her. "Oooh!" Her cry was an agonized flutter of surprised passion and need.
"I'm way up inside now! I can feel that spot! God you've got a hot cunt! How it squeezes me!" He jabbed into her again by pulling her slippery body with his legs. One hand grabbed a bobbing breast and mashed it violently as he jolted his hips to her in spasms of hot desire. "Go, baby, go. Let it come, let it come!" he urged her.
And she did. This time she recognized the steps of the orgasm. First came the tension of pleasure and the building need. The tension grew to painful tightness as her body readied for its thrust of climax. And finally, the soul shaking moment of the breaking loose, when everything seemed to give at once, pouring out love juice, flooding her insides, quenching the flames his prick created. She shook in his embrace, savoring the wonder of the repeated joy, the tingles of delight that filled her. Suddenly she realized she had not felt any explosion from his organ. She had been so wrapped up in her own pleasure, she had not even cared.
"Wow, you sure learned how to come good! " He stroked into her throbbing vagina a few more times, then extracted his still full cock. She looked at it in surprise. "I'm saving it. I have a surprise for you."
Then he quickly rewashed her cunt and rinsed away the soap. He helped her from the tub and she stood on the thick fur mat while he dried her carefully with a huge towel. Everything he did was designed to keep her in a state of excitement. She accepted the towel when he was done and did what she knew he wanted next. She dried his shoulders first, then his rolled belly. She went to her knees and took his jutting cock in the soft terry cloth and dried it carefully. The engorged penis was only a breath away from her face, and she was mesmerized by its beauty. She dried the shiny head and, as fast as she did, it seeped new wetness of its own to glisten across the velvet skin. She forced the foreskin back and took special care with the veined skin under it. With the skin pulled back this way, his penis looked like a mushroom on a fat stalk. It looked like a temping morsel of candy before a hungry child. It looked ... She opened her mouth and moved to it, kissing the tip, licking the pre-seminal fluid, sinking the delicious hard flesh into her warm, waiting oral cavity.
Above her, Evan smiled. He watched her taste and kiss his prick. No matter what Nick said or thought, he knew he had her. She couldn't resist the sex she had learned and earned. She wanted him, and she wanted to play his games. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot licking tongue on his cock.
He could have shot off right in her mouth, but he held it back again. He still had his surprise. He took her head between his hands and pulled her away. "Come on." He lifted her to her feet. Dropping the towels and all pretense, they walked back to the bedroom. He stopped her at the big, gold chair. "Lay over the arm with your head on the cushion."
She stared at him.
"Go ahead, on your belly."
She did. He knelt behind her and kissed the high mounds of her buttocks.
"You have the most beautiful ass I've ever seen." He meant it, too. The creamy white skin was like a snowdrift untouched by winter thaw. He ran his hands along the high, round curves and separated the spheres so he could inspect the tight, puckered anal muscle. He got to his feet, knees bent and touched the end of his cock to it.
Dana gasped with fright and pain. What was he trying to do?
"Relax, baby, just relax."
"Oh, please-"
"I'll go slow, it'll be okay. just relax!" He sounded angry at her, and Dana choked off the sob that spilled out of her throat.
She felt the hot, wet tip touch and press again at the spot. He leaned his weight forward and she stifled a cry of pain. She opened her mouth and took huge deep breaths, remembering the time when she had dislocated her shoulder and the nurse had instructed her to breathe that way to reduce the pain while the doctor pulled the arm back into place. But this was worse, there would be no quick ending to the torture. The man was mad. He planned to enter her rectum in his unholy way! And she could do nothing but wait.
She breathed heavily. Suddenly she realized that the muscle had given way to his steady pressure. She could feel the bulbous head of his sex organ inside her anus. It was huge, distending her rectum to accommodate its bulk. And now, as he paused in the plunge, she felt his juice wet the hot, dry tunnel. And the pain vanished to be replaced by growing desire. Somehow, his forced entry in her rectum had triggered her sexual response. She didn't understand it. It was impossible, but it was happening. She felt her belly tighten in anticipation.
Evan let his fluid wet the passage ahead of his cock. Slowly, he forced himself deeper into the hot hole of her ass. It was everything he'd known it would be. Hot, tight, pulling. He moved back and forth in the now lubricated spot.
"Jeez, that's a fuck! I'm going to shoot off in your ass-hole, baby! You're going to get everything in me! Oooh boy!"
He jabbed, and the pain was immediately masked by the burst of flame inside her. She wanted it! She had to have it! The mouth that had opened to cry out against the stabbing wound begged for release instead.
His semen shot into her, spread all over his plunging organ, lathering them both to white heat. He jammed the cock deep into her, letting his balls slap against the smooth flesh of her ass as he stroked hard into her hole. It felt like the hot fist of her ass-hole had yanked his guts out with his come! He panted for air and plunged into her again. Finally, he lay limp over her draped form, waiting for life to return to his drained body.
Under him, Dana felt the silent tears flow from her eyes. She had never known such heights of pleasure. Her body reveled in it, but her mind was filled with loathing for the carnal knowledge it had grasped so quickly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nick's voice came from the doorway. "Okay you two, I'm back." Evan dragged himself off the girl's limp body and stood up.
"Oh, man, this kid is good!" he said fervently.
Nick frowned and watched Dana struggle to get up. Her face was flushed with the excitement of what had happened, and her eyes showed her pleasure clearly. He guessed it was okay then, but when he'd left he hadn't meant for Evan to continue the sex marathon. But no harm done. He really should have known better than to expect anything else of the other man. Fucking was his main occupation and' leisure time activity. He looked at him now, then at Dana.
She was amazed to discover that Nick held her suitcase in his hand. He held it out toward her. "I found your purse downstairs and took the keys. I got the car started. It just needed oil. I thought you might want this."
She took the suitcase gratefully and tried to smile her thanks. She didn't trust her voice yet. She was still in a state of shock from the thing that had happened.
"Why don't you go in and get yourself dressed, kid? It's almost morning, and I guess you'll be wanting to get over to the school pretty quick." Evan watched Nick through narrowed eyes but said nothing. Dana was surprised by the complete turnabout of attitude, but she took the suitcase and started for the bathroom. Evan reached out as she passed and squeezed one breast suggestively. She felt a flush rise along her neck. just as she got to the bathroom door, Nick spoke again.
"Dana?"
She turned.
"Look, we're really sorry about what happened. You understand how we made the mistake. Evan explained?"
She nodded.
"And we're all still friends?"
She couldn't answer. The confusion and shame in her tied her tongue and muddled her brain. Friends. How could she be friends with such degraded, evil people? Yet how could she not? She forced the thought away and stared at him.
"When I was downstairs, I saw Orville."
She looked puzzled.
"He's the guy who let you in."
A new shame reddened her face as she recalled the incident in the room downstairs and how horrified she'd been. Now, it seemed like a long time ago. Little had she known then what the evening would bring. She felt a quiver in her belly.
Nick frowned and pursed his lips. "He's still pretty drunk, and he's mad."
She was startled. "Oh?"
He nodded. "He didn't like what you did to him. He gets mean when he drinks. But just to be on the safe side, I think it would be better if you steer clear of him. I'll try to get him out of the way but he's in no condition to drive and he's not about to quit partying either."
Dana agreed. All she wanted now was to get away from here. Maybe she could erase the horrible night from her memory, even though her body would never forget it. She could begin again with the job at the school, make new friends. Would the evil show on her face, or would she be able to mask it from the world? She hurried into the bathroom and gratefully closed the door behind her.
For a moment, the two men were quiet. A twisted smile marred Evan's face. "What the hell was that all about?" he asked in a low voice.
"Sh!" Nick motioned toward the closed door. "It's our insurance policy. just get dressed and I'll tell you about it downstairs." He went to the bathroom door and rapped lightly. "Dana?"
Frightened by the noise, Dana clutched the towel to her nudity. "Yes?"
"Come downstairs as soon as you're ready. We'll have some breakfast and then you can take off, okay? You might as well stay here until the rest of the world wakes up. No need to barge in on the folks at the school before dawn. Okay?"
She hesitated. She wanted to get away quickly now that she had the chance, but what Nick said made sense. She had already caused enough trouble and worry by not showing up on schedule. It would be foolish to rouse the school people this early. "All right," she said.
"Good. We'll see you downstairs then. Kitchen's in back, to the left of the stairs."
Silence. She stood very still and listened but no sounds came from the room beyond. Quickly she finished washing and then dressed in fresh garments from the suitcase. She thought about the tattered blue dress, one of her best. Her wardrobe would be very skimpy without it. Would she be able to get by?
It wasn't fair, she thought briefly. The sisters at the school had sacrificed so much to buy the clothes for her, and these men destroyed them so casually.
She inspected herself in the mirror. She looked like the Dana Mitchell she knew now. The white blouse and beige linen skirt were neat and modest. They covered the sins of her body completely. Only her sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks gave away any clue to the change. She found the extra comb she had put in her suitcase and pulled it through her tangled blonde hair. It was snarled and matted from the long night's play, but she finally managed to coax it flat along the sides of her face. She dropped the comb into the case and closed the snaps. She hesitated again before she finally opened the door and peered into the bedroom. She still had trouble believing it. But the room was empty. Both Evan and Nick were gone, Evan's clothes gone from the chair where he'd tossed them. It was true. They were going to let her go. The nightmare was over.
She glanced around the room and paused to retrieve her shoes near the bed. She put them in the bag and then went to the hall door and opened it.
Again, silence met her. The house seemed very still and empty. Maybe she should leave immediately, not chance stopping for breakfast. She could eat someplace else, in the town.
But she realized then that she did not have her purse. Nick had not given it to her. It was here in the house somewhere, because Nick had gotten her car keys from it. But where? She tried to think at what point she had lost track of it. Probably in the room downstairs where that man, Orville, had taken her.
She recalled Nick's warning. That settled it. She had no choice but to find Nick and ask him for the purse and keys. He would insist on her staying to have breakfast. She resigned herself to it, but vowed she would leave immediately afterwards.
The upstairs hall was hushed and seemed unfamiliar to her. She had fled along it in such haste earlier, she had not noticed the thick white carpet, the tastefully papered walls in silver and white, the rich gleam of the mahogany railings. She started down the wide curved stairway.
She saw him. He wove drunkenly from side to side, staggering up the steps toward her. He'd seen her, been waiting for her. Now his scowling face and dark eyes leered at her. He mumbled something, but the words were not clear. Dana froze with panic. In the few seconds it took her to grasp the truth, Orville reached her. He lunged forward and grabbed her ankle. She clutched the rail so as not to pitch down the steps.
"Oh!" She tried to pull away from him but his fingers were tight bands on her flesh. Slowly, he pulled himself up the few steps that separated them, using her leg as holding post. The touch of his flesh against her made her shudder. She tried to pull away again but his fingers dug into the nylons.
"Oh!" she whimpered again. He was going to ruin her stockings, maybe even her dress again! He couldn't! She swung at him with the suitcase in her hand.
It caught his head with a sickening thud but it did no damage. Instead, he pulled her arm and forced her down to his level sitting on the step.
"Leave me alone! Let go!" She pummeled him with her fist.
"Little bitch! Who the hell d'ya thing y'ar! " He twisted her arm and pressed his face close to her mouth. "Got unfinished business!" His whiskey breath steamed at her nostrils. She tried to resist, to get away from the wet lips, but he pinned her back against the step and pressed his mouth to hers. His horrible, wet slimy tongue forced itself between her lips and searched the tight dam of her clenched teeth. His head was at her breast now, mauling and mashing. Terror filled Dana.
It couldn't happen again! The nightmare had to end! She was going mad!
When Orville finally let go of her mouth to grin evilly at her, Dana thought quickly. He was almost on top of her, his long lean body sprawled across four stairs. Her back was curved against a riser and she was arched over the carpet. The man's hand dove for the hem of her skirt.
"Run away from me!" he muttered. His ugly tongue ran over his lips greedily, distorting his features and making him look like some kind of a monster. His dark eyebrows pulled together to the center of his forehead and his nostrils flared. "Gonna fuck you right here!" His hand was at the top of her stocking now and he leaned forward to look at the exposed thigh.
Dana moved without conscious thought. The vision of what was about to happen was a consuming horror. She shoved at his half-turned body, catching him off guard. His hand felt the warm flesh above her stocking for a brief flurry, then let go instantly. He tottered, somehow got to his feet. Dana lifted the suitcase and swung as she too got her legs under her and stood up. The weight of the case and the force of the blow toppled the man. like a film in slow motion, he tumbled head over heels, rolling and bouncing down the steps. He hardly made a sound as the thick carpet silenced the battering blows. Then, with a last final effort, his body arced through the air from the last step and hurled against the stone floor of the hall. He lay very still.
Dana stood with her arm still twisted around her body from the force of the blow she'd dealt. In horror, she saw the man's limp form on the stone below. She gasped and moved up one step, then back quickly. She didn't know which way to go, what to do. Would he get up and come after her again? Fear filled her.
She heard the running footsteps. Nick appeared at the foot of the stairs.
"What happened?" He looked from the man on the floor to the woman on the steps.
Dana tried to speak but no words would come. She pressed her hand against her mouth and watched as Nick bent over Orville and examined him. After what seemed like a very long time, he got up and looked at her.
"He's dead."
She heard the words but her mind refused them. She frowned and shook her head.
Nick bounded up the steps to her. "What the devil happened?" He took her arm and shook it slightly.
"What happened!" He shook her harder.
"He came after me. I didn't mean to do that. I only wanted him to leave me alone!" A huge sob choked off her words and tears brimmed from her eyes.
He stared at her. "You pushed him?"
She nodded. "I didn't mean to-" Even now she couldn't admit his death. She clung to Nick desperately. "He was going to rape me, right here on the steps."
Nick rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. "Damn it, I never thought he was that drunk." He looked down at the unmoving form below them.
Dana avoided looking down and stared at Nick. "Are you sure he's-"
Nick bobbed his head. "Yeah, I wish to hell I weren't."
"What are we going to do?" Dana whispered.
Nick chewed his lip. "Evan will have a fit. Nothing like this has ever happened before. He doesn't like trouble."
Dana wiped away the tears. "But it was an accident, it was! I never meant to hurt him. I only wanted to get away. I was coming down to get my keys and leave! Oh, please, please, help me! " She closed her eyes and swayed against the banister. Nick caught her and put his arms around her.
"Take it easy, kid. Take it easy. I'll think of something. Come on," he said. "Let's go get you some coffee. You need it."
He led her down the stairs. In the hall, he made a wide circle around the lifeless body of Orville. He led her down a short hall and into a kitchen. Evan was sitting at the table. He looked at them.
"What's the matter? What was the noise, Nick?"
Nick settled Dana in a chair and poured a cup of coffee for her before he answered. "There's been an accident, Ev."
"What kind of an accident?" Evan demanded. He looked shocked and angry. He turned his hard stare on Dana. "What did you do?" he asked harshly. She wept harder.
"Take it easy on her, Evan. She's scared and upset." Nick poured himself some coffee and sat between them.
"About what?" He sounded really angry now.
Dana sobbed. "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it!"
Evan banged the table with his fist. "What did you do?" he demanded again.
The girl shuddered. Nick laid a hand on Evan's arm. "Calm down. Calm down." When Evan settled back in his chair, Nick continued. In a soft, quiet tone, he related the incident as Dana had told it to him in bits and pieces. Evan's eyes widened with shock and disbelief. He stared at Nick, then at Dana.
"Orv is dead?"
Nick nodded.
"My God! Dead?" He glared at Dana. "How could you do such a thing? You-"
"Evan, take it easy. You're not helping matters by flying off like that. We can't undo what's already done."
Evan turned quickly to face him. "I won't have the police here!"
The statement shocked Dana into silence. The police!
Nick looked at him. "We could tell them it was an accident."
"It was an accident," Dana whispered.
The two men looked at her. "You pushed him. The police might call it murder!" Evan snarled.
She gaped at him. He had to be fooling, kidding her. It had to be a joke. But no one laughed. No one even smiled. "Oh, no!" The words escaped like a wind against a summer screen, rasping softly.
"I'm afraid he's right," Nick said.
"I won't have cops in here!" Evan said again.
"Okay, okay. Let me think!" Nick was upset. He chewed at his lip for several minutes while the others watched and waited. Finally, he looked at them. "Okay. We get rid of the body."
Dana couldn't believe her ears. Even peered at the other man intently.
"Orv does a lot of moving around. No one's going to miss him for weeks. We dump him down one of the ravines out back, and it may be summer again before anyone finds him. It may be never. If they find him, we know nothing. He must have wandered off during the party and fallen. Who knows why he went back there? Knowing Orv, no one is going to argue."
Dana held her breath. The suggestion was preposterous, horrible. Yet she found herself hoping Evan would agree to it. She wanted only to get away from this terrible place, to hide, to forget. She hadn't meant to hurt the man, only to keep him from his purpose. It was an accident! It was!
Evan thought a long time. Abruptly, he nodded. "Okay. It's better than having the police here. I don't like a lot of snooping and questions. I like my privacy." He glared at Dana, pinning the blame on her. "I wish I'd never laid eyes on you! None of this would have happened!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Dana's voice was barely a whisper.
"All the good that does!" Evan said petulantly.
"Cut it out!" Nick ordered. He looked at Dana. "Look, honey, I think you'd better get out of here. I can take care of everything. You stop some place in town and have something to eat and think up a good story to satisfy the people at the school about why you're late. I'll take care of things here. Just forget you ever stopped here and it'll be okay."
Dana wanted desperately to believe him. She agreed and set down the coffee cup and rose. He walked with her to the front door, retrieving her suitcase from the foot of the stairs when he'd put it. Then he picked up her purse and keys from a small table and led her to the door. She carefully avoided looking at the sprawled body on the stone floor of the hallway.
Outside, Nick opened the car door for her and helped her in. The sky was barely light, the sun still well hidden behind the horizon of thick green trees. He bent into the open doorway.
"Look, Dana. It'll be okay if you keep your mouth shut. Evan doesn't want trouble, and if you say anything to anyone, he's apt to swear you clobbered Orv deliberately with malice aforethought. You may have guessed by now that Evan isn't all there when it comes to things not going his way. He's harmless, and a good guy, but don't cross him. He'd throw you to the wolves quicker than look at you."
Dana nodded mutely. She was terrified, quivering inside and visibly shaking. She knew what he was planning was wrong, and she should not agree to it so readily. But she was driven by fear, the fear that the unknown specter of the police and a charge of murder might bring. She wanted only to escape! She needed time to think. She had been sucked into a whirlpool of evil and madness from the moment she knocked on this front door. Was it only last night? It seemed a lifetime ago. A lifetime of nightmare.
"Okay," Nick said. "Make sure you remember that. Now get going and don't worry. If anything comes up, I'll get in touch with you. But let's hope I won't have to."
"Yes." The word was a pained breath.
Quickly, he gave her instructions on how to reach Bladfield and the school where she was expected. He cautioned her about the road and told her where there was a diner that would be open. Finally, he slammed the car door and stepped back.
Dana inserted the key and turned the ignition. The car responded immediately and the soft hum of the motor gave her a ray of hope. Quickly, she took off the brake and put the car in gear. As the car moved slowly down the winding drive, her last glimpse was of Nick standing before the house watching the car vanish. The screen of evergreens shut him from view, and Dana felt very much alone all at once.
And the feeling frightened her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The school was a calm oasis in the hectic life that had claimed Dana since she left the convent. Mr. and Mrs. Hobner, the directors of the private academy, welcomed her warmly and accepted her excuse of car trouble without question. They explained her teaching duties and helped her settle in a pleasant and comfortable room on the second floor of the staff quarters.
Dana's nervousness eased very gradually as she met other teachers and the children. She had three classes of French each day, and the youngsters were bright and eager. She discovered she enjoyed teaching. Her schedule and the pleasant atmosphere almost erased the long drive and the night at Evan Roeden's house from her memory. She began to relax and enjoy herself.
She'd been at the school two weeks when Mrs. Hobner stopped her as she left her last class. "There's a telephone call for you, Dana. Normally we don't like teachers taking calls during class hours, but the man said it was important. You can take it in my office."
Surprised, Dana thanked the older woman and hurried down the hall. Only the sisters at the convent school knew she was here. But Mrs. Hobner said the man. Jacques? Not-- likely.
She entered the director's office and picked up the phone. "Yes? This is Dana Mitchell."
"Hello."
The voice sent terror through her. Her palms grew damp and her knees weak.
"This is Nick Perry," he added in case there was any doubt in her mind.
"What do you want?" Fear made her voice a barely audible whisper.
"That's a hell of a greeting."
"I'm not supposed to get calls," she offered desperately.
"Okay, I'll get right to the point. Evan wants you to come out for the weekend."
"No!" The soft sound was full of anguish and desperation. She wanted nothing to do with the evil man she had banished from her mind.
"Yes. I told you, baby, he's not quite all there when he wants something. And now he wants you to come out here for the weekend. He seems to think you're the only one who can solve the little problem that's come up."
Icy fingers touched Dana's throat. "Problem?" The word barely made a sound as it emerged from her lips.
"Yeah, look, I don't think we should discuss it on the phone, you know what I mean?"
She nodded even though the man on the other end of the wire couldn't see her. She was paralyzed with fear and horror. The nightmare had come alive again.
Nick continued. "Why don't you just tell the folks there that you'll be visiting friends and not to expect you back until Sunday night. Okay? I can pick you up."
"No! " She didn't want him to come to the school. She wanted to keep that hidden part of her life hidden completely from the Hobners and everyone else.
"Okay," he said with a soft laugh, "drive out yourself. You remember how to get here?"
How could she ever forget! The location was a sore spot in her mind's eye. How she wished she'd never seen it at all! The joy with which she'd first viewed the light that dark night had quickly been transformed to misery and horror as she'd entered the front door.
"Yes, I remember," she said now.
"Okay. Evan says to come about seven on Friday. We'll explain everything then." The line clicked and went dead.
She stared at the receiver for several seconds before she finally replaced it and left Mrs. Hobner's office. The older woman was in the reception room.
"Is everything all right, my dear? You look pale."
"Oh, yes. It's nothing. I was surprised, that's all."
"Not. bad news, I hope."
"No," Dana lied. "Good news, as a matter-of-fact. Some friends from North Dakota want me to spend the weekend with them. They're visiting nearby and Sister Mary Helen gave them the address of the school."
Mrs. Hobner beamed. "How very pleasant for you. It's always difficult to go away from familiar surroundings and take a new position. Will you be going tomorrow?"
Dana swallowed. "Yes, right after dinner if that's all right?"
"Of course."
"I'll be back Sunday evening, I think."
Mrs. Hobner smiled and patted her arm. "That will be fine. Have a nice time, my dear. You've worked very hard and very well these past two weeks. You deserve a change."
Numbly, Dana left the office and headed for her own room. If Mrs. Hobner knew the nightmare that lay ahead and the one that lay behind, she would not be so eager for Dana to leave. Once again the past had reared its ugly head and was threatening Dana's security.
That night, Dana tossed endlessly in search of sleep. Nick's phone call haunted her. The dim memory of the night she'd spent at Evan Roeden's house became a vivid picture against her closed eyelids as she tried to sleep. A problem, Nick had said. What kind of a problem? Had Orville's body been discovered? Were his friends or relatives asking questions about his disappearance? What? Who? Where? She tossed and turned. Many hours later she fell into fitful sleep.
The sleep of exhaustion produced the nightmare for her trapped soul. The shadows came, swirled around her, touched her. She shrank in dread but couldn't escape them. They clawed at her flesh, demanding and searching. She ran, stumbled, fell into the dark corner, trapped. The shadows advanced and stretched toward her. The corner evaporated. and she fell back, tumbling obscenely with her legs spread open. Even as she fell, she realized there were gold cords tied to her ankles, holding her in the splayed position. The shadow laughed and took form. Two forms. Evan and Nick. Naked. They advanced, rubbing her naked flesh, feeling her breasts and crotch, exciting her. Their hands roamed her body and she cried out.
It was not a cry of terror, but of need. The hands caressed her genitals, prying in the warm pubic hair until they found secret places that excited her and made her whimper. The forgotten feeling returned and demanded satisfaction. In the dream, she whispered words of encouragement and silent supplication. The shadows laughed and once became the dark image of her childhood nightmare, the unnamed menace with fingers and hands covered with dark hairs.
Dana screamed and woke.
She was sitting bolt upright in her bed. Cold sweat ran between her shoulder blades, and her belly was a tight aching knot of need. She pitched forward on her raised knees and hugged her legs to her belly, trying to erase the pain and its ugly implications. She shivered and unbidden tears overflowed her eyes.
The security of the past two weeks had vanished, and she was once again the helpless, frightened child. She was once again living within the nightmare, and there was no escape. She could not refuse Evan's request. To do so might bring him and Nick here to the school, and she couldn't afford that. If they ever told the Hobners about that night and the tragic morning affair, it would be the end of everything. For a moment, her helplessness almost made her give up, run from the room and to the Hobners' apartment and pour out her confession. She could not live a complete lie this way any longer! The torment was too much.
But in the end, fear kept her from even that honesty. Living the lie was easier than admitting it and facing up to its consequences. She did not want to go to prison. She did not want to disgrace the people who had been so kind to her and given her this chance.
Wearily, she pulled the cover around her and silently wept, shivering in the dark until she drifted off in exhausted, restless sleep once more.
Friday went much too quickly to suit her. If she seemed a bit preoccupied, her students did not notice. At dinner, she scarcely touched her food. As she left the dining room, Mrs. Hobner smiled sweetly and told her to have a nice weekend.
Sick with fear, Dana stuffed a few pieces of clothing into a small suitcase. The Hobners would think it strange if she went off without a bag, but she knew that it was only a gesture. She drove away from the school very slowly.
Even at the slow speed, she arrived at the big gate much too quickly. In the two weeks, the days had grown shorter and the sun was almost hidden behind the thick trees. The winding drive was dim and foreboding. By the time Dana pulled the old car up in front of the big house, she was sick with apprehension.
She parked and got out, not bothering with the suitcase. Maybe Evan, in his unpredictable manner, would have changed his mind. Maybe she wouldn't have to stay. At least she didn't want to look eager.
Once again, Nick was at the door. He had it open by the time she reached it, as though he had been watching for her.
"Hello, Dana. You look great."
"I don't feel it," she said with a spurt of determination. "I don't like the idea of being here."
His eyebrows raised in surprise at her fervor. "Oh, come on now, it can't be that bad." He closed the door and took her arm. "I think maybe you had some fun here, and you just don't want to admit it to yourself or anyone else."
Her heart raced. She couldn't deny the truth of what he said, but she wouldn't admit it. "You said there was a problem. Has something happened?"
"Whoa! Take it easy. All in good time, baby, all in good time. Let's go talk to Evan. After all, he's the host."
She let herself be led through the house to a section where she had not been before. They passed to the right of the stairs, down a short hall and then into a huge room. Dana had never seen anything like it, except maybe in some of the religious books at the convent. The room was pillared and terraced in white marble. In the center was a huge pool, sparkling blue water reflecting the lights recessed in the ceiling above. Around the edges of the pool, huge tubs of plants and greenery gave the room an outdoor appearance and smell. At one side of the pool there were large benches that were covered with pillows in bright colors and robes of fur. On the opposite side, several glass doors led to smaller rooms equipped with tables and benches, also padded and pillowed.
On one of the tables, a man lay naked, face down, hips cushioned on a small pillow. Next to the table, a naked girl leaned over him giving him a massage. Her long-fingered hands wove sensuous patterns on his flesh. Dana blushed and averted her glance.
Nick held her arm and shoved her toward the glass door. When he pulled it open, the girl looked up and smiled. There was something familiar about her, but it took Dana several seconds to put it to fact. Terry! The girl who'd done the obscene dance that night!
"Ev, Dana's here," Nick said.
Evan turned his head and smiled readily. "Hello! You're just in time."
Dana looked at him and at the nude woman next to him. Terry's belly was close to Evan's hip where it touched the edge of the table, and when he turned, the girl pressed her body to his flesh. It was almost an unconscious gesture, an automatic one that she had practiced many times before. Dana looked away quickly.
Evan sat up, unmindful of his lack of clothes. Dana was confronted once again with the casual nudity that she had not yet learned to accept. She felt a blush stain her cheeks.
"Terry and I were just talking about a swim. Join us."
She started to say she had no bathing suit, but realized how foolish the words would sound. Instead, she shook her head.
"No thank you. I really shouldn't stay. I only came-"
Evan interrupted crossly. "You said she was coming for the weekend!" he declared to Nick.
Nick nodded his head quickly. "She is, don't worry." His fingers exerted pressure on Dana's arm where they still held her. "We'll get ready and meet you at the side of the pool in a few minutes." He steered her out of the massage room and along the row of doors. "What did you do that for?"
"It's the truth. I can't stay. I-" The sight of the two naked bodies brought back memories with a violent surge. She knew that to stay meant she was in for another sex marathon with these two men, perhaps even the woman! She was sickened and horrified at the thought.
Nick stopped and whirled to face her. "Listen, kid, don't cross him. He can be nasty, and I wouldn't want to see you hurt. I tried to talk him out of asking you to come, but I couldn't do it. And if I can't, no one can. So relax and go along with his games. Besides, you might even have some fun."
Without warning, Nick bent to her and covered her protesting mouth with his. He mashed his lips to hers and let his tongue try to enter the barred gate of her teeth. For a moment, she felt warm and almost relented, but he ended the kiss as quickly as he'd begun it. He grinned at her. "It isn't as if you were a virgin! " he added cruelly.
She winced and her breath caught. He turned and led her to a glass door. Beyond it she could see the dressing room. He pulled the door open and took her in.
The floor was carpeted with rich purple fuck and the walls were silver and gray stripes. Two small armchairs were at one side, and a low bench with a velvet purple cushion stood opposite them. There was a small enclosed closet with a folding door in the corner.
"Hang your things there," Nick said gesturing.
Dana looked at him.
"Come on, baby, don't make me spell everything out for you. Get undressed. Evan wants you to enjoy his health spa. And for what he has in mind, you won't need any clothes on, believe me."
Calmly, he began to strip his own clothes, hanging his shirt and slacks carefully in the closet.
Dana moved like a robot, She unbuttoned her dress and slipped it off. She could not do otherwise, the memory of the torn and bedraggled blue cotton was still too clear in her mind. She unfastened her stocking and garter belt and folded them carefully before placing them on the shelf.
Nick made a small sound in his throat. "Where the hell did you ever find those things you wear for underwear?" he asked, looking at the shapeless chemise when she removed her slip.
She blushed again. "They were made for me."
"Somebody sure as hell didn't want your figure shown off to advantage, baby. God, with tits and a little waist like yours, you should have bras and bikini briefs. Or else go along with the braless look. Forget that damn sackcloth!" He pulled his shorts off and tossed them to the bench. Nude, he faced her with a smile. "Okay, take it off, baby, take it all off."
Embarrassed, she averted her gaze while she unfastened the chemise and slipped it off. Nick whistled softly as she stood up. "That's more like it. Come here."
She looked at him and he moved closer to her, his arms out. He pulled her to him, pressing the length of his angled nudity against her ripe soft curves. The heat of his body radiated through her, stirring something deep inside her.
"Let me warm you up for Evan, honey." He kissed her hard and demandingly. She let her teeth part to allow him entry to her soft wet tongue. She let her body mold against his, against the hard protrusion of his penis, already rigid at his crotch. She let herself forget everything but the moment.
He swiveled his hips to press his cock into her flesh. She gasped into the kiss, opening her mouth completely to his spearing hot tongue. Her own arms now moved, up and around his warm, waiting body. Her hands tingled where they touched his vibrant flesh, and she began to rub his back his waist, his buttocks. The pain of the dream last night began to stir in her belly, unfulfilled and demanding.
With a horrible dawning of truth, Dana knew she wanted him.
CHAPTER NINE
Again it was Nick who released the kiss. Dana's lips clung to him eagerly and tried to follow his retreat.
He laughed. "That's more like it, honey!" He pulled back and looked down at her heavy breasts between them. He cupped one hand to one of them and squeezed it firmly. "Mmmmm, you've got gorgeous ones." He arched his back and forced his penis to the crevice of her thighs. His free hand went to her face and brushed her hair back gently, then stroked her cheek. "I'm glad you came, Dana. I think we're going to have a good time this weekend."
Her emotions confused her, and she searched for words. "I-"
His finger went to her lips, then his mouth did the same in a gentle quick kiss. "Don't say anything silly that you don't mean. Just relax and have a good time." He, kissed her again, then, with his arm still around her, turned to the door and opened it. "Let's go. Evan and Terry are by the pool already."
They walked out. The tile was warm under Dana's feet, and she realized that the entire room was heated to a comfortable temperature. She felt self-conscious parading this way, but the two by the side of the pool didn't even notice. Evan was lying on a fur covered bench, Terry beside him, sitting close to his thighs. Her hand played a soft, insistent tune on the man's sex organ, pulling the penis from its nest of hair and caressing it lovingly. He looked pleased, but was not yet excited. Somehow, Dana knew it was because the sex play for these two had begun long ago. Evan was merely resting between bouts, as he had done two weeks ago with her. Soon he would come on strong and hard, she knew.
He spotted them. "Oh, there you are." He looked her up and down appreciatively. The girl watched him closely, then she too examined the newcomer quite frankly. Dana was voluptuous, Terry petite. Yet there was no envy in the glance, only open admiration. Dana had never been scrutinized by another woman this way, and she felt uncomfortable. Terry smiled and winked as though she were glad Dana had come along. Then she turned her stare to Nick's jutting penis and licked her lips. That was something to see!
"Very nice," she whispered hoarsely. Nick merely grinned at her.
"Let's move over to the pit," Evan said, sitting up. "We can spend a few minutes there before we go in the pool."
Dana didn't understand until Nick steered her to a sunken spot at the side of the room. It was completely lined with white fur carpeting. Strewn around were thick white pillows. Bowls of pale yellow grapes sat on low tables throughout the room. It was like something out of an ancient Greek picture, or maybe Roman. Orgy! The word leaped to Dana's mind. It was what the room was suited for. Orgy!
Her knees trembled, but Nick's hand was still on her arm. The others were right behind them. Evan was grinning at her, wanting her approval. She tried to smile, but her face felt stiff and unyielding. Evan grabbed her arm and pulled her to the floor, kicking a pillow close to her as he joined her.
"I'm so glad you came back. I've thought about you a lot. We had such a good time the last time you were here." He let his gaze move slowly down her torso, lingering at the high rise of her breasts, savoring their fullness. She felt herself prickle under the stare. The tips of her breasts felt tight, stretched, and quite suddenly, the nipples began to rise from their coral beds as he watched. He smiled and flicked his tongue across his lips.
"Mmmmm."
Terry sank to her knees in front of Evan. "Can I suck your cock, darling? You promised." Her smile was coaxing.
"Hmm? Oh, sure, baby, sure. Go ahead." Evan turned his attention back to Dana. Terry lay on the fur and put her head in Evan's lap. Her red mouth opened and she lifted the nearly limp penis to her lips. She began to smother the tip with kisses and then her tongue flicked around the bulging head where she forced the foreskin back to expose the smooth, red flesh under it.
Dana tore her gaze away. Evan was watching her. "When I found out you were a virgin when you came here that night, I can't tell you how pleased I was. It made the whole night something special. I knew I wanted you to come back. Oooh!" He glanced down at Terry who was sucking him earnestly now. Apparently she had driven his penis deep into her throat and forced a response from the organ. He patted her long dark hair in approval. She didn't notice, so intent was she on lapping the wonderful prick.
Nick sat beside Dana, his arm at her waist. "We're all glad you're back, honey. What do you say, Evan, we make her glad she's here too?" He grinned at the other man.
Evan smiled back. "Yes. Yes." Immediately, his hand went to the tit his eyes had touched. His fingers found the nipple and rubbed it softly, rolling it over his own soft flesh and savoring its warmth and beauty.
"Lie down."
Nick pushed her back gently and she could not resist. She lay back against the white fur, feeling its incredible softness on her skin. Nick's hand went to her other breast, and for a long time the two men played in silence with their twin toys. She felt a rumble far inside her, and knew she was getting excited. Vaguely, she could see the top of Terry's head where the girl still lay, eating Evan's cock. As the man moved and turned, the girl moved with him without letting go of the prize she held. On the opposite side, she felt a hot spot of wetness where Nick's penis touched her leg. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the quick squeeze of both hands on her breasts it brought.
Evan laughed a tiny sound that seemed to be a signal to Nick. In unison, the two men laid their free hands on her body just below her breasts. The hands moved, explored, drew circles of fire on her flesh. They crept downward, sensuously and slowly, crossing the flat plains of her abdomen, making side trips to her full rounded hips, coming back to the trail and finding her crotch. For a moment, they lingered in her bush, then set out again on the downslope between her legs. She found herself spreading her thighs willingly and without being told. She moved as though in a dream, a dream that needed her cooperation for reality.
The two hands found the thick, dry lips of her vulva and pulled them apart. Nick smiled at her. Evan spoke to the other girl. "Move down, baby, I want to slide down so I can see this beautiful virgin pussy."
Wordlessly and without letting go of his swollen cock, Terry slid across the white fur rug. Evan moved down the length of Dana's body, still holding his half of the treasured cunt open. Nick smiled at Dana. She felt a small smile come to her lips in answer.
Nick's finger found her clitoris and began to nuzzle it. Flames licked through Dana's belly and she felt the spreading warmth invade her organs. Evan's finger plunged between the folds of the vagina and dug inside to the thickly muscled walls. Wetness seeped from her organs and moistened his hand.
"Oh, that's nice. She's getting hot and wet already, Nick," Evan said gleefully.
Nick bent forward and let his naked chest touch Dana's peaked tit. His face was very close to hers. He whispered, "It'll be fun, baby, real fun. I've dreamed about screwing you again ever since you walked out of here that morning." He closed the gap between them and met her mouth with his open lips.
Dana surrendered to the joy that flooded her. Bladfield School was forgotten, the convent was forgotten. Nothing existed but the moment and her body's pleasure. These men had taken something she thought she had valued highly, but they had given her something else, something she could not have out of their company. Something she was hypnotized into needing as soon as she was with them. Even without the gold cords at her wrists and ankles, she was bound to their will.
Now she answered Nick's questing tongue. Her hot oral member speared against his, sending a silent message of need. His hand at her crotch answered the need by pressing the tiny bud of passion eagerly. Evan was already probing with four fingers inside the wet hole. For a while, Dana was distinctly aware of the two separate hands at her genitals, but then they blended together in a hot rush of excitement that fired her belly. She was wet and hot, alive under the probing hands, uncaring of which man did what. She flung her arms around Nick and held him close, crushing his hairy chest to her bulging tits. The excitement in her uterus and vagina built to a high degree and her whole body began to move with it. Nick mashed his mouth to hers and speared his hot hungry tongue to it. Evan cried with delight.
"Look at that! just look at that cunt! Terry!" He poked the woman who was still licking and kissing his cock.
"Hmm?"
"Take a look at this wet pussy! just look at it glisten! It's all wet and lovely!"
The girl managed to look without letting go of Evan's prick. The other woman's cunt was dripping wet already as the two men played in it furiously, ten fingers flashing and dancing over the hot, pulpy ripe flesh. It made her hot and wet to see it, and she wished the hands were on her. She turned back to the delightful heavy treat she had on her tongue. Evan had the sweetest sucking cock she'd ever tasted. She'd grown to really enjoy the parties here with him. At first, she'd been hesitant and a little afraid. But after that first night when Orville had brought her as a party girl, and she'd spent the kooky night with Evan upstairs, she'd grown used to his peculiar ways. If he wanted to tie her, force her to submit to strange fantasies of sex, tease her with viewing other women and men in sex action, it was okay with her. Evan paid her handsomely each time she played his games, but even without any money, she knew she would come. What was it Evan had said about this other girl, the one called Dana? It was she who had to pay him? No, that couldn't be, but it had been something equally foolish. It didn't matter. More important things were at hand. Or mouth. She applied herself with new vigor to the bulging, throbbing, white-hot organ in her mouth. Would she be able to send him off again?. Or would he insist on waiting for Dana's pussy now? She licked and loved the fat prick lavishly.
Dana moaned and wiggled on the rug. She was hot, very hot. Her body summoned instant recall as the men began to rouse her need. Her belly was a tight knot of desire, wanting to gain relief and release, knowing the full joy orgasm had in store for it. When Nick drew his mouth from hers, she looked into his dark eyes. "Please?" she whispered almost soundlessly.
His lips brushed hers. "I know, baby, I know." His whisper breathed across her face. "I feel the same way. I want you."
She nodded, unable to beg in words.
"It's Evan's ball game. He's got to call the plays." He kissed her again. "It won't be long," he whispered. "He's hotter than hell. Terry's worked him to a razor sharp edge, but he wants to drive it in you."
"I want you." The words hovered between them. He smiled and covered her mouth with a kiss that was hungry and desperate.
Evan made the decision. "Oh, I'm so hot. Terry, stop that or I'll blow! You know I want to sink my shaft into this wet pussy! Come on now, be a good girl and let go."
Terry came up with a wide grin. Her lips were flecked with tiny drops of his pre-seminal fluid, and she licked at them eagerly, not wanting to waste any of the precious nectar.
"Move over, Nicky, I want to get in there!" He suited his actions to his words and straddled Dana's hips. "Mmmmm, I know it's going to be hot and good. Now let's see," he added, looking at the two others. While he thought about it, he aimed his hardened prick toward the spot vacated by his and Nick's hands. It slipped readily and quickly between the swollen red lips and was sucked into the cunt. "Oooh, that's nice!" He smiled as the hot spear thrust into her. She had thought she would be revolted, wanting Nick and Nick alone. But it made no difference. As long as a hard, ready prick was in her, it made no difference who put it there! She gasped for air to hold her excitement. She didn't want to end the thrill of anticipation.
"Terry, get here in front of me so I can eat your pussy while I fuck her."
Terry jumped to her feet and stood astride Dana's waist, facing Evan. She nuzzled her body close and opened her legs so his tilted head could reach her glistening cunt. Dana could see his tongue dart into the heavy mat of hair, then lick at the wet folds of the vulva, separating them and dipping between them. After several moments, he stopped long enough to say, "Nick, put your dingus in her mouth, but face us while you do."
Nick grinned and moved around Dana's head. In a moment he was on his knees, his heavy tool over Dana's head. She licked her lips. The organ jutted straight over her face, and he had to push it down hard with his hand to make it execute the proper angle to enter Dana's open mouth. He leaned forward, grabbing Terry's ass and legs to keep his balance. The position put his face right in the crevice of her rump, so he made the most of it and searched for the tight puckered anal muscle with his tongue. His body blocked some of Dana's view, but she knew what he was doing. She was only mildly surprised, beyond shock, beyond anything but the fire in her belly.
Everyone's mouth was busy except Terry's, and she was the only one who spoke. "Fuck her, Evan! Fuck her hard while you suck me off! Yes, yes, yes! Shove that long wonderful tongue of yours up inside me while your prick shoots its load into that young cunt!"
Evan didn't need any coaxing. His prick was a hot poker inside Dana's belly, jabbing and thrusting like a fist on a punching bag. Dana felt the heat radiate from it and spread through her. She had lost track of time or place, she was so bound up in the terrific need of her body. The two weeks of abstinence, which she had thought was what she actually wanted, fled in a rush of passion. Her body's instant response made it clear sex was what she wanted. Deep in her mind, a thought of shame tried to come forth, but it found no room to develop. Delight in what was happening filled Dana completely, and she abandoned herself to it. She wanted the hot, spearing cock in her cunt. She wanted the swollen, dripping prick in her mouth. She wanted to feel a man's warm flesh under her palms. She wanted to come!
Her body tightened and climbed to a peak of excitement. Every nerve and muscle cried out for release. She wanted to scream, to beg, to tell the world what she needed.
Once again, the men sensed her need and met it with their own. Evan grunted hoarsely into Terry's cunt, mumbled words and cries of pleasure. The shaft he had inside Dana erupted and poured out its ejaculation of molten steel into her belly. It scalded the hot, wet tissue and sent shockwaves of delight and climax through Dana. Her legs clamped around Evan's pounding hips, pulling and sucking more semen from his exploding cock. Her mouth opened to cry out with pleasure and, in that instant, Nick shoved his penis hard into her throat. He had a gift for her too. He shot it into her waiting throat. His juice went to the back of her tongue and she held her breath to let it slide down her throat. The backward pressure of the sex organ forced her tongue hard against the floor of her mouth, but it also widened her throat to receive the load he offered. The salty, hot, thick mass made her moan with delight. She sucked at the cock eagerly to take all it had.
Evan's tongue lashed at Terry's hot pussy, and the excited female was ready. She had played a long time, and now she was ready to let the smooth, wet oral organ bring her to an orgasm. She loved the many ways Evan pleased her. If she were not the main recipient of the shared lovemaking at the moment, it made no difference. She and Evan had been fucking all afternoon, and this quiet coming at the tip of his tongue was a short break in the frenzied activity. Later she knew she would have all the cock she needed. Besides, that sweet hot tongue playing at her ass-hole held a lot of promise too. Mmmmm, it was her lucky day when she met Evan Roeden!
"Oooh, I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!" She crooned the words to Evan's head at. her belly. His tongue speared up into her pussy and triggered her climax. She shivered and quivered and held the man's head close to her crotch. "Yes, yes! I'm coming."
The groans and moans of the foursome echoed and were soaked up by the plush room. The four bodies writhed and twisted in passionate glee on the white fur. It was a long time before they stilled and separated. Even then, they lay or sat gasping for breath in their relief.
Dana looked up at the ceiling of the room. It was pale blue, like sky. It even had white puffy clouds that seemed to move slowly across it. She didn't realize she was staring at them until Nick spoke.
"That was as good as I remember it, baby." He leaned across her and kissed her mouth lightly. "You learn fast, very fast." His hand held the fullness of her breast and cradled it gently. His thumb rubbed sensuously over the nipple. Then he bent his head to it and took the erect hard bud between his lips and sucked it. A new thrill raced through Dana. She put her hand to his head and stroked his hair and teased at his car. He came back to her face.
"Glad you came?"
She looked at him intently. She knew the honest answer was in her eyes, but she still felt the pull of distant shame and reluctance to speak freely of the change in her. How could she be glad? She knew she should be ashamed, worried, scared. Soon the pleasure of her sexual desire would fade and she would have to face reality again. Reality of the outside world, the school, the nice people there. Reality of the horror this house held, its secret of death and degradation.
A cloud covered her face. Nick frowned at her and kissed her again.
"You're thinking again. Forget it and enjoy yourself. It's going to be all right." He put some soul into this kiss, darting his tongue into her mouth and teasing with it.
It was a decoy, she knew, but it was effective. The need that was physical took over and erased the dread that was mental. She banished the worries from her mind, quickly telling herself that she was powerless against these forces that Nick and Evan produced. She could not fight them.
It was very easy to convince herself.
She lay under Nick's playful hands and let him search her body for their mutual pleasure. Evan had turned to play again with Terry, fingering her wet cunt in delight and letting her handle his balls and cock. He turned to look at the other two.
"I want to swim now," he said quite abruptly. Nick shrugged. He looked at Dana. "There's a bathroom over there if you want to get rid of his load. "
Dana swallowed and felt her face redden. She could never become used to the casual way these people talked about sex. Quickly, before Evan decided to help her, she ran to the bath and performed her ablutions. The remembrance of Evan douching her still brought a hot flush to her cheeks, even though she was alone in the white room. She tossed the towel into the hamper and walked slowly out to join the others. The blush had faded. She even managed a tremulous smile as Nick and Evan watched her stroll to the edge of the pool to join them.
CHAPTER TEN
The water of the pool, like everything else in the room, was perfect for comfort on naked skin. Without the slightest shiver, Dana slid into it as Nick reached out for her hand. Evan was floating on his back, his eyes closed in repose. His paunchy belly protruded above the water, and the dark patch of his pubic hair surrounded his deflated and drooping cock. The limp organ hung down and trailed in the water as his body moved slowly across the surface.
Nick grinned at her. "Do you swim?"
"A little. I never had much of a chance to practice."
His grin widened. "There were a lot of things you never got a chance to practice before you came here."
She looked away quickly, but at least she managed not to blush. Why was it these two men always made her feel so awkward and young? She glanced at Terry, who was swimming vigorously back and forth across the pool. She was so at ease as she flipped her body to make the turn each time she came to the wall. Her tiny tight breasts were flaunted and displayed to advantage now as l., converted to the backstroke and flung her arms in high arcs over her head. On the white rug earlier, and in the middle of that dance circle two weeks ago, Terry had performed and enjoyed sex with a vigor Dana was sure she'd never gain. Yet Terry seemed like a nice girl. Had she been trapped into this situation like Dana? Or had she come willingly? No, she couldn't have! No woman could do such a thing.
"Hey, that's enough of that serious thinking. Come on, let's have some fun." Nick's playful hand darted under the water and grabbed for her cunt.
Startled, Dana pulled away and began to swim with a rough stroke, but managed to gain some distance from the prying hand. She heard Nick laugh but didn't turn around. She stroked valiantly for the far end of the pool. She was an adequate swimmer, but she tired easily. By the time she reached the tiled white wall at the end of the pool, she was puffing for air and gratefully grabbed the edge to rest. She heard the splashes behind her and saw Nick approaching with smooth, perfect strokes. He stopped next to her.
"Hi again." His hand went immediately underwater to find the prize it had let go of when she swam away.
"Oh." She was too tired to escape again, and had found to her surprise there was no bottom under her feet when she put them down. She should have surmised one end would be deep, but once again she acted in haste to discover she had gained nothing. But he was smiling at her, warmly and genuinely. There was no place to run or swim. She smiled back.
"That's better." His hand cupped around her pubic area and exerted pressure on her vaginal opening. It made her think of the sex play Evan had performed in the bathtub on her last visit to this house. Her mind could not deny the enjoyment time had brought, anymore than it could deny the quick thrill that ran through her body now. She shivered.
Nick moved so his body was right up to hers. Under the water, he pulled her close and held their lengths together. Her breasts drilled twin holes of fire in his chest. "Can't you relax and enjoy life, baby? You keep pulling dumb stunts that only delay things. This is going to be a weekend of sex and games, and you might as well make up your mind to enjoy them."
The blunt statement shocked her. He made no pretense at anything. She remembered his phone call.
"You said-"
His hand poked between the folds of her cunt and began to tickle her clitoris.
"What did I say?"
"You said that there was a problem. You said I had to come here because I was the only one who could solve the problem." Her voice was low and accusing.
The laughter in his eyes mocked her. "The only problem I have is that I can't get enough of your gorgeous cunt and ass!" He dug his fingers into her vagina, and the warm rush of pool water with them made her quiver.
"But you said-"
He yanked her body tight against his. "Look, let me enjoy you now while I've got you, baby. Life's too short to worry about things that don't matter."
He managed to get his lips to hers without letting go of the underwater treasure he held. The kiss was tangy with the salted, chlorinated water, and Dana had to hang on to the side of the pool to stay up. How could he think only of sex whenever she spoke to him? And the problem, Evan's problem, he said. Had something happened, or had she been duped into coming out here for one purpose only? But that didn't make sense. Evan apparently could have any woman or women lie desired. Terry was evidence of that. Why would he want her then, the one person who had brought trouble into his peaceful existence?
Nick maneuvered her back toward the corner of the pool. When her body was wedged between the walls, he pursued her and began to spread her vagina with his hands. Instinctively, she knew what he planned. Again, she could offer no resistance. He inserted his thick rope of penis up into her. Its size surprised her. Without any sex play, he had gotten it erect and hard again. He closed his eyes for a moment of rapture as the heavy organ slithered into her pussy. His fingers clawed the walls behind her and used his hands to pull and hold him in position in her.
She gasped. The sex thing excited her, despite the orgasm she had had only a few minutes ago. What was happening? Nick opened his eyes and grinned close to her face.
"That's more like it! It was fun in your mouth, sweetie, but I do love cunt! " He pulled up and the penis yanked at her vaginal walls. The warm, stinging swirl of the pool water, joined it, and somehow the combination excited her. She relaxed against the tile and let him have his way. He was right, it would do no good to worry about things over which she had no control. like her passion. It was building again, stirring deep inside her, wanting more of what this man offered. Spoiled by the hot play it had already received, her greedy vagina and uterus tightened now in further demands.
"like it?" His own pleasure was self-evident and he continued to move up and down like a bobbing cork, driving his hard cock in and out of her sexy hole.
"Yes." The word came easily.
"Yeah, me too." He tried to ram harder into her but his buoyancy in the water gave him little leverage. They seemed to float together and drift apart in slow motion. But there was nothing slow about the heat building in her belly. The water might have been a boiling cauldron for all the cooling influence it had. Her breaths tore from her lungs in gulps as she reached a new fever pitch.
"It's...." The easy words the others found to show their sexual pleasure still balked on her tongue.
"It's good. It's damn good fucking and we're both getting hot. Jeez! I'm going to explode up there in that hot hole, baby, really explode. The load I poured down your throat was nothing compared to this one. God! What a cunt!"
"Yes, yes. Oooh!"
"Let's go off together, baby."
"I can't-"
"Yes you can! just grit your teeth and hang on a couple of seconds more. I'm hot and just about there, but you're such damn good fucking I don't want to end it right away."
"But-" Her eyes were wide with pressure.
"Hang on, think about something else for a minute. You'll see, you can do it. Wait for my signal." He concentrated on screwing as hard as he could into her wet hole. The heat and juice slathered his cock and drove him crazy. He was having a hard time holding it back himself, but he wanted it to be something special. He knew only too well that Evan would claim Dana soon and cart her off to one of the rooms upstairs. Then it would be the other man's show again, and Nick would have to do his bidding. For this moment, he wanted this babe all to himself!
"God!" He had to grit his own teeth. "Okay, doll, let's go. I'm hotter than hell! "
He jammed into her, pulling hard against her vaginal folds, pressing his body to her clitoris, scoring his cock deep into the wet spongy walls of her uterus.
"Uuuh!" The sound was a cry of desperation and then final relief. "I'm coming!" The glory was so great she didn't even realize she had used his vulgar expression to show it. She threw her full being into the rapture of orgasm at the end of his pounding penis. She felt the quick warning surge that preceded his ejaculation, and then the violent, hot outpouring that filled her and radiated its heat through her belly. The heat moved on waves of pagan pleasure, searing and scorching everything in their path. Dana gasped and gulped for air. She was drowning in sexual fulfillment.
When he finally slowed his movements and pulled out of her, Nick smiled.
"I told you it would be good, baby! It was!"
She nodded. "It was for me, really it was."
"Well don't sound so serious about it, honey. Life is to enjoy."
"You keep saying that, but this is all so new to me. I can't forget the things I've been and done all my life." She was serious.
He made a face. "The hell you can't. You're in a new life now, honey. Forget the past and live for today."
"But I feel so different when I'm not here."
He shrugged and brushed a wet hand across his face. "Then stay here. Evan would like that."
"Oh, no. I couldn't do that!" She was shocked at the thought.
He laughed. "There you go again. Always you can't. Quit saying it and it will change!" He pressed to her and insinuated his body along hers. Then without warning, he sank underwater and blew out his breath in a string of bubbles against her crotch. The bubbles screened him from view as they roiled and broke on the surface, but she could feel their pressure at her sensitive parts. And then he turned and swam away underwater. He didn't surface until he had covered half the distance of the pool. Then he laughed, waved to her to follow and dove again.
Slowly, Dana swam close to the wall back the length of the pool. Terry had climbed out and was sitting on the tiled edge. Evan was standing right in front of her in water that came only to his waist. He was playing between the girl's spread thighs, poking and delving into the matted wet hair and exposing her genitals clearly. If the girl minded, she didn't show it. She watched Evan abstractly.
Nick pulled himself up to the side of the pool and sat near Terry. His penis was limp again and hung softly over his balls. Dana felt her breath catch. She used the ladder at the side of the pool to climb up. She stood undecided, not knowing which way to go or what to do.
Evan smiled. "I think I'll take you upstairs now, Dana." It was inconceivable that he could speak so calmly to her while fingering the other woman's cunt! But he did! What was it Nick had said? He's not all there when it comes to wanting something! Dana felt a brushing tremor of fear.
Nick grinned at her and winked reassuringly. Evan hoisted himself from the water, sat a moment, then got to his feet and came over to where she stood.
"I have a surprise for you, honey." He turned and smiled at Nick. "You didn't tell her?" he demanded. Nick shook his head. Evan nodded. "Good." He took Dana's arm. "Come along then." He began walking toward a door at the back of the room.
Dana's throat went dry. She glanced at Nick desperately, but he was already moving toward one of the low benches to stretch out. Terry got to her feet quickly and went after him. Neither of them was coming along. She would be alone with Evan. She shivered at the thought. Desperately, she tried to think of something to say, to stall, to stop this new madness.
She looked at their dripping bodies. "like this?" She hugged her arms to her breasts as if she were cold.
Evan seemed surprised, but he laughed and said, "Okay, come on, I'll get you something." He took her hand like a child running to the circus and dragged her along behind him. They crossed the white fur rug and he yanked open a door. From the closet, he extracted two white fleecy robes. He held one out to her and quickly slipped his arms into the sleeves of the other.
She pulled the robe on gratefully. It gave an illusion of modesty. Then, before she had a chance to worry further, he was shoving her out of the room. He paused for an instant in the doorway and called back to Nick.
"Tell Amelia we'll have some food in about a half-hour or so."
Nick was flat on his back on the bench. Terry sat on the floor beside him, her hand resting lightly between the man's legs. Nick merely grunted and said, "Okay," without looking up.
After all his beautiful words, he was ready for Terry now! Dana bit her tongue to keep back her sudden anger. Then Evan had her hand again and they were out of the spa and walking down a hall.
This part of the house was new to her, but that wasn't surprising. judging from the outside, the house was enormous and rambling. She had seen only a very small portion of it on her previous visit.
At the end of the hall, Evan turned to a staircase that led upward. Dana's initial fright had gone and was now replaced by an apprehension of the unknown. Even in this house of madness, she somehow knew Evan would not really harm her. She was a toy he valued for the moment. His macabre ideas of fun offended her, but she knew she was in no real physical danger.
She recognized the upstairs hall and the bedroom door when he stopped before it. He smiled at her. "Close your eyes!" he said eagerly.
Startled, she did his bidding. Clasping her hand, he moved her forward. She heard the door whisper open, then shut behind them. The quiet of the room wrapped around them as they stood motionless just inside the door. Evan giggled. Goosebumps made tracks down Dana's spine. She opened her eyes a slit, unable to bear the suspense and dread. The room was pitch dark. Beside her, Evan dropped her hand and moved silently away from her side. She could hear him laughing softly in the blackness. She waited.
Evan made a hissing noise, then was silent. Dana's breath refused to pass the heavy fear in her throat. Then, very suddenly, the lights blazed on.
Dana was blinded by the sudden glare. She blinked and squinted until the room came in focus.
Then she screamed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Evan whirled in shock at the sound. He had been prepared for her surprise, but not this. "Stop that!" he yelled at her.
Dana choked off her cry and pressed her hand to her mouth. She stared at the thing on the bed. It moved! It was alive! For one horrible moment, she had thought it was a corpse.
But it was a woman, a flesh and blood woman. She was tied with the golden cords, bound hand and foot in a spread cross the way Dana had been her first night here. That was part of what had startled Dana so. Not only seeing the woman, but seeing herself. It was like going back in time. For the woman on the bed now, looked almost exactly like Dana! The same short blonde hair, wide blue eyes, and well-proportioned heavy figure. like Dana had been, the woman was naked, spread obscenely in her nudity. It was like looking at her reflection in the mirror, yet being able to move away from it and see it live as a separate entity.
Dana stared at the uptilted heavy breasts with their popped nipples. Her gaze moved down to the girl's crotch, wet and glistening. Waiting? Dana turned away.
"Well," Evan demanded. "Do you like them?", She looked at him in surprise. "What?" She saw only the girl on the bed. Who was he talking about?
He looked cross. "The clothes, silly. I went to a lot of trouble. to get them for you and now you don't even want to see them!" He was annoyed, and she followed his glance. Hanging along the door of the closet and the bathroom were dresses, skirts and sweaters. She had never seen such an array of beautiful things in her life. It was like stepping into a fashion magazine. On the lounge chair, stacks of silky underwear were a rainbow of pastels.
"For me?" she repeated stupidly.
"Of course! I was really sorry about your dress and things the last time you were here. I wanted to surprise you." He looked a little disappointed in her lack of enthusiasm.
"But I couldn't accept them! I couldn't-"
He turned away and went to sit by the girl on the bed. He was angry now. Dana crossed and tried to make him understand.
"It isn't that I don't appreciate your thoughtfulness. Really. You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble. But it would be impossible for me to take them."
She hunted for words to appease him. His face still was twisted in a scowl. His hands were busy at the golden cords that held the girl to the bedposts. "I guess she doesn't want to see you model them, Stephanie. You can go now."
The girl lifted her hand to Evan's cheek and touched his face gently, soothingly. She threw a quick look at the other woman near the bed. Dana felt awkward and embarrassed again. The naked girl rose from the gold bed and walked slowly past Dana. The contempt in her stare was obvious. She left the room and closed the door behind her.
For a minute, the stillness was heavy on both of them. Dana realized she had offended Evan Roeden. She knew, too, that crossing him and inspiring his anger was the wrong thing to do. She began to feel frightened as the silence became prolonged. She wished Nick were here.
Evan sat on the side of the bed idly twirling the gold ropes in his hand. His forehead was furrowed and his eyes brooding.
"I'm sorry," Dana said softly and hopefully. "I didn't mean to spoil your surprise. But I just couldn't accept such an expensive gift from you."
He looked up at her, his eyes hard and cold. "Why not?"
"It wouldn't be right."
"Other girls do. They like them!" He was pouting. "I'm sorry." The words sounded foolish as she repeated them.
He lifted his chin and his lower lip jutted. "Oh, you'll take them." He seemed so sure! She studied his face.
"I want you to have them, so you shall have them," he said very positively. Almost as an afterthought, he added, "If you don't, I'll tell the police how you killed poor Orville!"
Dana's mouth dropped in shock. She had been so intent on the minor problem of her pride and prudishness, she had completely forgotten the big threat this man held over her. She had forgotten Orville's lifeless body at the foot of the stairs. She had pushed it from her mind the same way Evan and Nick had gotten rid of the incriminating corpse. Suddenly, she began to tremble violently.
Evan smiled slowly. "Don't tell me you had forgotten that little detail, my dear! Shame on you! Have you killed so many panting admirers that you've lost count?"
Dana's knees buckled and she stumbled forward and fell against the bed. Evan watched her without helping. The twisted smile on his face grew as she struggled but finally had to sit down.
'Little bitch!' he thought. 'No one refuses Evan Roeden! One way or another, I'll have just what I want from you!'
He was almost sorry he had had Terry and Stephanie spend so much time selecting and purchasing the clothes with him. He should have spent the money on them! They appreciated it. Not like her. He looked away from her.
Dana cringed and took deep breaths to calm herself. The full impact of the nightmare had returned. How easily she lulled herself into false peace. The clamor of her body for the newly discovered sexual fulfillment made her forget the ugly brutal existence in which she'd discovered it. Now the horror was back. She wanted only to run, to escape, to hide.
Evan rose and dropped the gold cords to the bed. "I'm hungry," he announced. "Come on." Without waiting for her, he started from the room.
Numbly, Dana followed. The man's former glee and expectation in showing her the surprise had vanished completely. She no longer had any idea what was going on in his mind. He had shut its door in her face. He walked quickly from the room, not seeming to care if she followed or not.
He used the back stairs again and re-entered the spa. Terry and Nick were still on the bench, only Terry now was bent over the form lying down, her mouth kissing and licking at the man's belly and crotch. Dana felt a stab of jealousy as she saw the girl's lips around Nick's penis. She quickly forced her mind away from the thought.
Nick looked up. "Back so soon?"
"She didn't like my surprise," Nick said sourly. "I'm hungry. Tell Amelia I want to eat now!"
Terry got to her feet like an uncurling cat. She hurried from the room, not covering her nakedness. Nick sat up and glanced quickly at Dana, then at Evan. "Come on over and let's sit around the table, Ev. Amelia will have the stuff here in two seconds."
He took Evan's arm and propelled the older man to a low table in the center of the white fur rug. "Want to take off the robe?"
Evan nodded, and Nick took the white garment from him and threw it off to the side of the pit. He gave Evan a large white pillow so he could stretch out in comfort. Then he walked over to where Dana was watching the proceedings wordlessly.
"You goddamn fool! What'd you make him mad for?"
Dana stared at him in disbelief. He was angry with her too! She buried her face in her hands and began to sob. It was too much, too confusing. She didn't understand any of it. She must be going insane!
"Shut her up!" Evan barked.
Nick yanked her by the arm and took her to the small dressing room where they'd left their clothing. He closed the door behind him.
"Listen, Dana, get one thing straight. You'd better start pleasing Evan a bit or there's apt to be trouble. What the hell happened upstairs?"
She hiccupped. "Nothing. I just told him I wouldn't take all those clothes he bought."
Nick looked at her with a puzzled frown. "Why the hell did you say a stupid thing like that?"
She felt her own anger rise. "It isn't stupid. It was stupid of him to think I would take them."
His frown deepened. "You have to be the craziest chick that ever came into this town. Half the dames in Wisconsin would give their eyeteeth to be on Evan's Santa Claus list, and you throw a few dresses back in his face. I don't get it."
"Why should he buy clothes for me?" Dana was confused by the illogical argument.
"Why shouldn't he? Hell, woman, he buys presents like he buys booze, in large quantities and only the best." Nick shook his head and leaned against the wall. "Besides, maybe he did feel bad about that tacky outfit he ripped off you."
Dana gaped. She couldn't argue. She didn't understand the way either of these men's minds worked. They lived and thought in a world completely foreign to her. Suddenly, she realized that her ways were just as peculiar to them!
Tacky outfit! And she had considered the blue cotton so chic, so daringly modern. Tacky outfit! Compared to the garments hanging on the doors of the bedroom upstairs, she knew he was right. She lowered her stare to the carpet and couldn't face him.
After a long silence, she said softly, "He said he'd go to the police about that man if I didn't take them."
Nick laughed softly, but when she looked up, he forced his expression back to one of seriousness. "That settles it then. Take them. Maybe he's blackmailing you, but what can you do?" The idea amused him, but he hid his smile.
Dana chewed her lip. He was right, of course. Unless ... But no, she couldn't go to the police herself and admit what had happened. She couldn't! It would be too late. They would ask a lot of questions about why she hadn't called them right away, why the body had been hidden instead of reported. And there was still the threat that Evan might tell them she'd done it deliberately. She was caught in a web of deception. There was no way out. No way but Evan's way.
Nick was watching her, almost as if he could read the thoughts that ran through her mind. He smiled. "Ready to go out there and have a good time?"
She looked at him.
"Evan is waiting."
She moistened her dry lips with a cottony tongue. Her glance took in Nick's beautiful body, the thick crop of hair on his broad chest, the slim line of his waist, the flat plain of his abdomen, the enticing triangle of hair at the junction of his legs. And the loose hanging penis that partially hid the large bulging sacs of his scrotum.
"I'm waiting too, baby. For you."
She looked up. There was no decision to make. She nodded her head slowly.
He grinned. He motioned toward the robe she still wore. She untied the belt and shrugged it from tier shoulders. She held it out, and Nick took it and dropped it on the bench. Then he put his arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. His lips found hers quickly, and they met open and ready. His kiss was warm and sweet, and she closed tier eyes and mind to everything else. The hard angles of his body rubbed against the soft curves of hers. They pressed together in silent wonder and need. Finally, Nick released her. "We'd better get back there so Evan knows everything is all right."
"Nick?"
"Yeah, kid?"
"Do you always do exactly what Evan wants?"
He laughed. "More or less. It beats digging ditches, baby."
"You work for him?"
He laughed again. "Sort of. I try to see that things go right for him. Yeah, it's a job okay." He slipped his arm around her waist and opened the door. "Come on, baby, smile. Wait until you see the way Evan has this meal set up. You'll like it, I guarantee!"
He led her back to the pit where Evan and Terry were lying together in each others arms on the white fur rug. Terry's leg was thrown over the man's hip and her body moved sensuously against his flesh. Evan had come out of his pout and seemed to have completely forgotten his anger.
Just then double doors at the side of the spa opened, and a man and woman entered. The woman was a tall slender black woman dressed in flowing white robe. Again, Dana thought of pictures of ancient Rome! The dress was little more than a thin drape of cloth over the woman's shoulders, slashed to below the waist in front and back, slit up both sides almost to her waist. The waist was secured with a gold cord, like the ones Evan had used to tie her to the bed upstairs. The girl's gleaming ebony skin cast a dusky shadow, under the cloth, and her high, tight breasts jutted forward and made rippled circles in the cloth.
"Ah, Amelia, my love. Perfect timing. I'm starved." Evan sat up and released Terry. She propped her head on her hand and smiled at him.
Dana looked at the man who had entered with the girl. He too was black, glistening, gleaming black skin that looked like polished coal. His wide shoulders and narrow waist emphasized the white loin cloth he wore. It was his only garment. Dana stared in fascination at it. Hung on a gold cord across his hips, the white folded cloth hung loose over his private parts, covering but not hiding them. As he moved, she could catch glimpses of the enormous dangling black prick and the big black balls behind it. She knew she was staring, but she could not pull her eyes away. She had never seen anything like him before.
The two moved quietly around the room, setting trays of food on the low table. Each time the man leaned over, Dana saw the hidden promise of the loincloth. She forced herself to listen and answer when Evan spoke to her.
"I decided to have a Roman party tonight," he said. "The big parties have become such a crashing bore. Honestly, sometimes I think the world is mad."
Dana tried to smile. "Yes, maybe it is."
He liked her answer and moved closer to her, snuggling his bare chest against her arm. "You're very nice, Dana. I think I like you after all. You will take the clothes home when you have to go, and you must also come back next week."
It wasn't a question but a statement. Dana was amazed at how quickly his moods changed, how easily he forgot his anger. Now she said nothing, merely nodded. She would never come back if she could help it! But she knew that her fate was strangely sealed to this man and this house.
The meal progressed in a lively vein. The others talked easily and comfortably. Evan laid his head in Dana's lap and let her feed him bits of pastry and meat that were rolled together. Tiny honey cakes, bits of confections, glasses of white sparkling wine. He raised his glass over and over to her lips and she drank from it until her head grew light and her problems faded. Once again she sought refuge in passive submission. She could do nothing. She had to stay. She found it easier and easier to not argue with her conscience as the evening progressed.
By the time the meal was over, she was laughing and she felt good. Nick winked at her. Evan turned his head to her and kissed her navel. "Mmmmm, I think maybe it's time to move into the other room. Don't you think so, Nick?"
Nick agreed quickly. "Whenever you're ready, Evan."
They got to their feet in a tangle of bodies and quick grabs. Dana giggled as she pitched forward and Evan caught her around the hips. It was no accident that his hand left by way of her crotch. She giggled again.
Evan hurried ahead. Terry, still draining a glass of wine, was right behind him. Nick waited for Dana. He put out his arm to stop her.
"Remember now, no more pretending to be shocked, right?"
She looked at him and his face danced in fuzziness. "What?"
He laughed. "You're not much of a drinker either, are you, baby?"
She hiccupped and shook her head.
He smiled. "Okay, sweetie. This room is another of Evan's little surprises. No screams, no tears, no bolting. Got it?" He squeezed her arm.
She tried vainly to focus on his face, but her vision was blurred. Of course she wouldn't scream or run. What did he think she was anyhow? She nodded and the quick motion made her dizzy. She should have eaten some of the food, she thought, now that it was too late. The early dinner had long since been burned off in energy. The repeated drinks of wine had gone to her head, easing her tensions, making her carefree and light. She took Nick's arm and snuggled to him. He laughed.
"Okay, baby, I guess you get the message Let's go. It's fun and games time." Still laughing, he led her after the others.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nick half-carried, half-held Dana as they followed Evan and Terry to the other party room. Dana was only slightly surprised when they retraced their steps up the back staircase to the bedroom door. But instead of turning into the gold bedroom, Evan led them to the far end of the corridor.
When Nick pushed the door shut silently behind them, Dana looked around the room. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming some kind of a crazy dream that didn't make sense.
"Too much wine,' she thought. 'I'm not seeing clearly."
Nick came up beside her again and took her arm. It made her think of the promise he had extracted from her downstairs. The promise had seemed so foolish at the time, but now she was beginning to understand. The shock of seeing the woman on the bed earlier had been brought on by her own fear and guilt. She had been silly to scream then, but it had been a reaction of panic. Now, in Evan's party room, she was too shocked to even make a sound.
The room was enormous, thickly carpeted and with the muted silence that only comes with soundproofing. The walls were done in soft, dark colors that hinted of shadows and the unknown. A huge mattress dominated the center of the room and was covered in dark red velvet. Next to it, a low table held lengths of gold cord and several velvet pillows. There was no other furniture. In one corner of the room an arched doorway opened to a bath area, but there was no panel to seal it off. Dana saw the large sunken tub, the king-sized shower stall, the sink and stool. All were in the same deep tone as the velvet and carpeting. The entire effect was frightening. She felt her knees quiver.
From the side of the room where they had been waiting, three people came to meet them: Amelia and the man who had helped her serve the meal downstairs, and the woman who had been tied to the bed in the gold bedroom. What was her name? Stephanie. Dana stared at them. Once again, she felt as if she had moved out of her body and was watching it from a distance. The girl, Stephanie, looked so much like her. Perhaps her facial features were different, but the general effect of her heavy breasts, slim waist and wide hips, her coloring and thin face, made the resemblance startling. The girl smiled at Evan and waited. Everyone smiled at Evan and waited.
He stood in the room and looked around like a kid on Christmas morning. His eyes glinted with delight, his penis already beginning to swell and rise from its bed of dark hair. He flicked his tongue across his lips. Dana almost expected him to clap his hands.
"Did you bring more wine, Peter?" he asked suddenly.
The tall black man nodded and snapped a red velvet cover from a tray he'd set against the wall. Three bottles of sparkling red wine waited with a set of glasses.
"Good. A drink for everyone, then the party will begin."
The man poured the drinks. For the first time, Dana realized that there was no slash of white at the man's loins, no cloth hiding his sex organs. She stared at the dangling penis as he bent forward to fill the glasses with wine. Even in repose, the organ was gigantic. It dangled forward, hanging at least ten inches from his body. Behind it, the two black sacs swayed slightly. Dana caught her breath.
The girl, Amelia, was naked too. Now her high, uptilted breasts were gleaming in the soft light of the room. Dana had never seen a black body before, and she was surprised by the soft pink color of the nipples that capped the breasts. Perhaps their contrast to the ebony skin made them seem lighter, but they resembled delicate rosebuds opening for the first time under a summer dew. They seemed to glisten with moisture.
Stephanie was, of course, nude too. And the three of them waited expectantly. Dana looked at Nick. He squeezed her arm slightly and winked at her. When Peter offered the wine, Nick handed her a glass. She was past rational thinking and made no protest. She drank the wine readily and willingly, hoping it might somehow make sense of the confusion in her mind.
It made her feel good again. She smiled and comforted herself with the knowledge that she was a prisoner here. That somehow made everything, and anything, all right. Even with the wine, she could not quite admit she was enjoying herself and did not want to leave. like the others, she waited for Evan to tell them what to do.
He sipped his wine and laughed softly. "Mmmmm, let's all get on the bed." He waved his empty glass at Peter, who took it and refilled it quickly.
Dana couldn't quite place the two servants in the party. It seemed strange Evan would include them. But then Evan was strange. She crawled onto the mattress at his bidding. She sat watching Evan who was still standing looking at them. His penis was erect now, his excitement building as watched the others move across the red velvet. "You too, Peter. Next to her, Dana."
Dana's heart raced. Peter slid onto the mattress at her side, sitting very close to her. His thigh touched hers, and she felt a quick shiver of delight race through her. His black skin was a sharp contrast to her own paleness. He smiled at her. She looked at his enormous sex organ.
"Okay," Evan said. "I want to watch. just begin."
Dana was still trying to figure out what he'd said when the others went into action. They had the benefit of experience at this man's parties, evidently, and they knew what he wanted. The sex play began.
Peter turned to Dana and pulled her back to the mattress with him. His arm pinned her body to the red velvet, his hand found a tit and covered it completely. A shiver raced through Dana, and she turned her body so she faced the man. He immediately sent his other hand between her legs and pried at her pubic hair.
Dana gasped softly. Around them she could hear the sounds of preliminary lovemaking, soft cries of delight from the women and grunts of satisfaction. It might have been her imagination, but she was sure she heard the soft, smacking sounds of juicy sex organs.
Maybe it was her own. She could already feel the hot moisture collect between her legs and provide lubrication for the huge hand that fondled her vagina. She felt his thick fingers poke into the narrow slit, pull apart the wet lips and penetrate the opening. She gaped at the close face in surprise and delight. The man grinned and quickly pressed his heavy lips to cover her surprise. His tongue pierced her oral cavity like a spear and whipped at her tongue savagely. She moaned and surrendered to the kiss and his expert, investigating hands. She discovered her own hands would not stay still. One ran in long delightful strokes over his gleaming black waist and low hip. The other forced itself between their bodies and found the enticing length of his unbelievable prick. The organ was soft and silky, but immediately it began to fill out in her fist. She clutched it, and it swelled and struggled to move closer to her.
She did not resist. She helped him bring their bodies to close contact, letting the hard jutting cock stab between her legs, trying to move quickly enough so it would move up into her hot snatch. She was wild with need, wild to have this bulging monster in her! She wiggled and pressed to him.
Evan stepped onto the mattress. "Oooh, you really turned her on, Peter. Isn't she something!"
Peter released the kiss and smiled up at Evan. "She's hot, Ev, really wet and ready."
Dana heard the words from the far land of her burning need. She knew they were talking about her, and she knew it was true she was hot, she was ready. Even the fact that they were discussing her made her even hotter. She twisted and tried to force her body to the teasing black prick so close to her.
But Peter waited. "She wants you," Evan told him.
Peter laughed softly.
"Make her suck it first," Evan said with finality.
Peter moved out of Dana's grasp abruptly. He turned so her face came close to his lap as he sat near her. He touched her hair and smiled at her. "You heard what the man said, baby."
Dana looked at Evan. He stood staring at her, eyes wide and slightly wild, his penis full and at attention now. He waited for her to move. She looked at Peter sitting next to her. Her eyes were drawn to the fantastic flagpole that stood up from his crotch. It was dark and inviting, the red tip protruding like a mushroom cloud from the column of black skin. It glistened with moisture which seeped slowly from the tiny slit.
"Go ahead," Evan instructed softly. "Get on your hands and knees and suck it!"
She moved slowly but surely. She pulled herself onto her knees and crawled to the tempting flesh between the long, muscular black thighs, to the sweet haven where they joined. Dana pressed closer, mouth open, tongue waiting in welcome. The glistening tip touched her lips and she wrapped her hot mouth around the whole column of delectable flesh. She felt the man tense, and it made her even more excited to know that she had pleased him. She was dimly aware of Evan talking behind her.
"Mmmmm, that's pretty to watch. She has a loving tongue. Oh, I can see her wet pussy!"
He was on his hands and knees behind her now, looking at the sight her rump presented. His hands went to her ass and pried at the white spheres. He ,ran his finger along the crack and lingered suggestively at the tight pucker of her ass-hole. Dana felt the hard surge of juice in her belly. The flaming sword of cock in her mouth was driving her crazy. Her own organ was on fire, wanting its orgasm, impatient with waiting. She wanted to feel this lovely long organ inside her belly! She lapped at it furiously.
Evan moved one hand between her legs. She inched her legs apart quickly to make room for him, but he only teased at her clitoris without entering the ruby red gates. He liked making her hot, he wanted to have her wild, to get even for all the mean things she'd done to him earlier. He would have her on his terms.
He studied the beautiful sight. From behind, he watched his finger dart along the dripping wet curtains of her vagina. He saw the small curled hairs wrap around his inquisitive finger, and he smiled. Her muscles twitched and tried to coax him deeper into the hole. It was Peter's cock that was exciting her. She wanted it, desperately and wholly. He smiled again. Peter was a master craftsman at the art of fucking. It would be fun to watch this girl have him for the first time.
He raised his head and looked at the black man who was sitting serenely under the hot mouth. "She wants you, Peter," Evan said with a laugh.
"It's up to you, Ev."
"Yes. I think it would be fun. I know! Yes, that's it! We'll both do it!"
Peter forced Dana's head up from his crotch. Her lips left the tasty treat reluctantly, clinging sucking as he pulled her mouth off him. She licked the drops of his fluid from her lips and looked at him hopefully.
"Ready for it, baby?" Peter asked.
She nodded eagerly. Vaguely, she was aware of the humping and bouncing forms on the red velvet around them, but she was too preoccupied to watch them. She had something more important to do.
Peter stretched out beside her again. The huge mattress was not crowded, and there was plenty of room for them to lie together. Instead of turning her to her back, Peter raised her one leg with his hands and aimed his lance toward the wet hole of her vagina. The burning tip seared her flesh and she gasped.
"like it?" he asked.
"Yes, oh yes! Put it in, please!" She didn't care if she begged. She had to have it. She needed it.
The swollen giant slapped against her wet tissue and then pierced the spread lips. Dana held her breath. It moved up into her slowly, then with a sudden thrust, completed the penetration in a quick, hard motion. Her breath escaped in a cry of delight. It was everything she had hoped, even more. It was a hard shaft of pulsating hot flesh, full of power and strength, full of promise.
Peter drove it up into her and she felt the hot spurt of her love juices rush to bathe the invader. Her belly tingled, sending flames through her and rippling hot need in her uterus. His long prick had immediately discovered the tight, hard circle of that inside place, and had forced its way brazenly into it. She felt as if she were being stretched on a rack, pulled in opposite directions by hot hands. She moaned and whimpered.
"Oooh, she's so hot! Hold her now, I'm going up her ass-hole!" Evan's voice came from behind her, and she heard the words in a trance. It wasn't possible, but she was beyond arguing or protesting. She felt the hot tip of Evan's cock touch her ass, insert itself between the halves, search for the tight muscle. Peter took her mind off the problem by screwing hard into her vagina. He was like a hot hose, throbbing with pressure, waiting to be turned on so he could pump his gallons of. hot juice into her.
Evan's cock pressed against the muscle. It resisted and he said something quickly to Peter.
Before Dana realized what was happening, Peter humped delightfully into her, making her forget everything but the driving power of his shaft. In her moment of relaxation, Evan forced his cock into her ass-hole. The pain was already subsiding by the time she became aware of it. The hot tearing of her flesh was immediately lost in the fire of the two men beating their rhythms inside her. Evan's penis dribbled love juice into her ass-hole and wetted it so he could slide easily back and forth. Her vagina was so wet and hot she was beside herself with anguished need.
She cried into the black chest that held her close. The pile driver jammed up into her. It met the quick, full thrust Evan speared from the rear. It was a union, the two pricks touching ends deep. inside her. It was a catalyst for the explosion, the spark for the dynamite buried in her belly.
She wailed loud and long as her body gave itself completely to the pleasure of the orgasm. She rose to a pinnacle of glory and hung there for long delightful moments. She had never known such ecstasy. And then, as if on signal, the two driving, spearing cocks went off at the same time. Hot semen poured into her from both sides and filled her. She was rolling in it, drowning in the delightful heat and slime. Over and over, she cried, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Peter made a small sound above her head, but Evan cried with his pleasure. "What a fuck hole! Yes, I'm coming! I'm coming! I love ass fucking, I love it!"
After a very long time, the two men lay still and Dana was motionless in Peter's arms, her head cradled against his sweating chest. She liked the feel of his smooth, hairless skin on her face, and she brushed her lips to it. She felt Evan pull out of her rear and then slowly extract her from the other man's arms. His face mirrored his pleasure.
"That was very good. Come on now, Peter, and I will bathe you and then we'll come back to play some more. Maybe with them too." He waved toward the twisting bodies on the red mattress.
Dana turned to look. She had forgotten about the others, she'd been too busy with other things. Nick was astride Amelia, his long body pale against her dark skin. His cock was digging inside the girl's red, wet, spread open cunt, and huge smacking sounds came from them each time they slapped together. The girl's hands were running up and down Nick's back, the nails like claws, digging into his flesh and leaving red welts in their wake. If he noticed, it only excited him further. Dana stared at the humping ass and saw his balls bounce with each thrust. Animal lust began to invade her body again, despite the total satisfaction she had known only moments ago.
On the other side of them, Stephanie sat on her haunches close to Nick. Her legs were spread and Nick's hand was in her cunt, playing wetly with the hot folds. His fingers pushed in and out of her in perfect timing with his cock in the other woman. Stephanie's eyes were closed, her head thrown back in delight. Dana swallowed her jealousy.
Evan pulled her to her feet and she followed him and Peter to the open bath. This time she made no protest at all when the two men put her in the shower and began to cleanse her body with their hands and long columns of soap that looked very much like penises. Evan speared the soap into her.
She smiled, but couldn't take her gaze off the still humping forms in the other room. She could hear the grunts and groans clearly, even over the roar of the water. Then she saw the explosion of relief in Nick's face, and she knew the three lovers had reached their climaxes. Her guts tightened.
Evan shoved the long bar of soap into her cunt. He moved it around like a sex organ and scoured her insides. Then he motioned to Peter who was soaping Dana's tits lavishly. The man pulled a small hose from the wall. It was the kind that usually had a spray attached to the end, but instead of the spray head, this one had an inch-wide nozzle, smooth and round, with only a small slit at the end for an opening.
Dana watched Evan bend to insert the nozzle between her legs. She felt it move up into her vagina, hard and heavy like a cock. Evan paid no attention to the spray of the shower that cascaded over his head and body. He knelt in front of her and touched some hidden switch to turn the hose on. Delightful warm water gushed up into Dana's cunt, filling it, soothing it, washing away the froth of soap the long bar had left there. She sighed with relief as a quick, if brief, orgasm gripped her. Maybe it was seeing Nick on the other woman, or maybe it was the simulated sex act with the soap and the hose.
Evan turned off the shower and Peter wrapped a huge maroon towel around her damp body. His drying motions were not designed to quiet her passion, rather to excite it again. She had stopped trying to think, to understand the feelings her body had. Once again, she was captive to their demands. She could not control her body's pleasure. She did not want to.
Back on the mattress, she soon lost track of the mauling hands, the rubbing bodies, the sexy touches that swarmed over her. Evan gave her more wine. She laughed, fell back on the red velvet, and gave herself completely to the delights of the sex play. From time to time, she was aware of the changing partners that climbed on her, entered her body. Once she recalled hugging the huge black prick in her mouth while Nick took her cunt. Over and over, she came. There was a vague memory of the golden cords binding her hands and feet, pillows stuffed under her arched body, men and women rubbing and feeling her flesh. And all the time, Evan's insistent voice gave directions for what he wanted. She seemed to be the focal point of his interest for the night.
Even after she passed out, they continued the game.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The nightmare pursued Dana relentlessly. The shadows were larger than ever, twisting and winding around her like huge black hands. They stroked her flesh, excited her body, made her cry out silently for escape and fulfillment at the same time. Her mind was a twisted groping mass of indecision. The evil of the shadows horrified her, but she could not run from them. She needed their balm, their caresses, their promise of orgasm. The gray walls vanished and became red velvet curtains, drawn aside so she could glimpse the heaven beyond. There were two doors, and she had to choose. They stood ajar, letting her glimpse the inner rooms. On the left, the tiny cubicle was stark and white, sterile and cold, like her room at the convent. The other door opened to warm gold, glistening in reflected sunlight, inviting her nudity. But in the shadowed corners, dark faces leered, lips drooled, bodies writhed in desire. She cringed, pulled back.
The choice had to be made. But she couldn't make it. The cold unloving white room repelled her. Yet the warm invitation of the gold one frightened her because of the lurking shadows.
She twisted and turned, tormented by her body and mind. The old nightmare of the hand with black hairs returned. The hand reached for her, the soft laughter floated in her mind. But quite suddenly, the hand was pushed viciously aside, struggling and fighting until it relinquished its claim on her and vanished. But somehow, the nightmare did not lose its horror.
When Dana finally woke, her head ached feverishly. For a minute, she could not recall where she was or what had happened. She opened her eyes slowly.
She was still on the red mattress. Next to her, Evan was snoring gently, his flabby belly jiggling with each burst of air. At his other side, Stephanie was humped with her knees under her, her rump in the air, as though one of the men had just climbed off her and she hadn't yet lowered her body to rest. Across their heads, Amelia's ebony form sprawled flat on its back. Nick lay close to her, his hand still pressed eagerly in her cunt, the fingers hidden between the thick red folds. Terry slept with her face at Nick's crotch.
Dana sat up very slowly. The night came to her memory. She looked in horror at the obscenely sprawled figures around her. But not very long ago, she had been one of them. She had played Evan's games, let herself be used, actually enjoyed it. She shuddered now in horror. How could she have done such things? Her face warmed with remembered delight and shame.
Where was Peter? She glanced around the room, into the open bath. He was gone. Only the stillness greeted her. Very carefully, she slid forward to the edge of the velvet pad and got slowly to her feet. She had to get away now, while everyone else was still sleeping, the house quiet. She had only to avoid the missing man.
She walked on tiptoe despite the thick red carpet. Her clothes were downstairs in the dressing room of the spa. Quietly, she turned the doorknob and smothered a sigh as the knob turned readily under her hand. She eased the door open and slipped out into the hall.
It was cooler here, and she shivered in her nakedness. She reoriented herself and headed for the back stairs that had brought them here. She rushed down as quietly and quickly as she could. She hesitated a moment in the corridor downstairs, then took the door that would lead her back to the pool and her forgotten clothes.
She opened the door cautiously and listened before entering. The room was empty. The entire house seemed quiet and deserted, except for the sleeping forms she'd left upstairs. Quickly she ran across the white, fur rug to the dressing room. just as quickly, she donned the garments she'd left there. She felt sticky and dirty. She wanted very much to wash, or even swim to cleanse herself, but she dared not take the time. She carried her shoes in her hand and crossed the spa once again, toward the front of the house.
She emerged close to the stairs and stopped. Some distant sound had alarmed her. A soft buzz had rung somewhere in the bowels of the house. Now, light footsteps approached. She darted back into the shadows under the stairway.
She heard the latch click and a voice said, "Yes?" It was Peter's deep baritone. She held her breath.
Another voice, vaguely familiar but not quite recognizable, said, "Yeah. I'm looking for Orville Stein. Is he here?"
The name was like an ice pick in Dana's heart. Orville, Stein. Orville. ORV. The man she had killed! Her throat tightened and fear cut off her breath. Someone was looking for him! She huddled into the shadows. The police? A relative? God! What would she do?
"No, I haven't seen him for a couple of weeks," Peter said in a carefully controlled voice.
'Did he know too?' Dana swallowed the sobs that erupted in her chest.
"That's funny," the other man said. "I was sure he'd be here." There was a moment of silence, then he added, "Can I talk to Evan Roeden?"
"I'm sorry, that's impossible. He's busy and can't be disturbed."
Dana thought of the snoring man upstairs. This man was protecting him, just like Nick was always eager to keep the rich man happy. Her assumption this black man was a servant had been wrong, she knew now. He was another of Evan's friends, a hanger-on, a leech and a patsy for the other man's money. Dana felt sick. She had gone along the same way. She was no better than any of them.
"Well, thanks anyhow. Maybe I'll call back."
The door closed softly and Peter's footsteps echoed dully on the stone entry. The sound made Dana shudder at the memory, too vivid, of Orville's body thudding to the stone. She pressed her hand to her mouth to smother the hoarse breathing.
The footsteps whispered up the stairs. Dana ventured from her hiding place and glanced up in time to see Peter go down the hall toward the game room. She ran across the stone in her bare feet and peered out the curtained pane of glass at the side of the door.
The man who had come to the door was just getting into a car. She stared at him, trying to place his face. Her mind refused to locate the scrap of information. The man slammed the door and the motor sprang to life. He leaned forward and reached for something on the dashboard. Just as he slipped the car into gear and it began rolling down the gravel drive, he put on the wide sunglasses.
The truck driver! The man who had stopped to talk to her when she cried at the side of the road! He's said he knew someone near Bladfield! And now he was asking for Orville!
Dana knew her secret had to come to light. The enormity of what she had done and the excuses she had made for her actions washed over her in a wave of guilty shame. She yanked the door open and ran outside, waving her arm at the receding car.
But it was too late. The car was already around the bend and she was cut off from the driver's view, just as Nick had been screened from hers so quickly that morning.
She stood a moment in the cool morning mist. She glanced back at the house. Peter had gone upstairs. To warn Evan? She couldn't take a chance. Quickly, she bent to put on her shoes as protection against the sharp stones. Her car had been moved, but she saw it around the far corner of the house in a carport. She ran to it.
She fumbled in her purse for the keys but couldn't find them. Of course! If the car had been moved, someone had taken them! A sob broke loose from her tight throat. Frantically, she searched the floor, hoping they'd be there. In desperation, she checked the glove compartment, then finally the visor. The keys fell into her lap. With a laugh of relief, she inserted the proper key in the ignition and prayed the car would not balk.
It didn't. The motor purred softly, and she quickly backed out of the enclosure. She spun the wheels on the gravel and got the car headed down the drive. She didn't look in the rearview mirror, she was too frightened. She could only think of escape, once again finding peace by telling the truth. It would not be easy, she knew, but it was the only way. She couldn't pretend any longer.
She squealed the tires as she turned sharply on the highway. The other car was not in sight, but she assumed the man had headed back to town. For some reason, she wanted to catch him, tell him the truth first. She pressed her foot on the accelerator. The old car jumped forward.
It was several miles before she caught sight of the other vehicle ahead of her. She was already going past fifty, a speed almost dangerous in this old crate. Unmindful of the danger, she pressed her foot to the floor. The old car shimmied and shook, but the speedometer crept up to sixty. She gained on the other vehicle. At this speed, she dared not try to pass. Instead, she pressed one hand to the horn and held it there.
The car ahead swerved for a second, then hugged the side of the road. The driver kept glancing up into his rearview mirror, and Dana released the horn to wave frantically at him. After a few minutes, he pulled his car over and slowed to a stop.
Dana had to move ahead of him, but she parked quickly and opened the door. He was already on his wav to her when she got out.
"What the hell-" He broke off as he saw who it was. "Hey, what are you doing here?" He looked at the car parked behind her. "Damn it, I thought there was something familiar about that crate!"
She nodded. "I heard you at the door asking for-" She couldn't finish. She gasped for breath.
"Take it easy," he said gently. He put his arm around her shoulder. "Come on, let's sit in my car. You're shivering."
She followed him to the new model car and climbed in. He closed her door and walked around to the other side to let himself in. Then he dug a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and put one between his lips. He held the pack out to her, but she shook her head. He lit his own and sent a thin spiral of smoke toward the windshield.
"Okay, feel like talking now?"
She didn't, but she nodded. It would only get more difficult if she delayed any longer. She gave a quick glance over her shoulder at the empty road behind them.
"Are you scared of something?" he asked.
She wet her lips. "Yes."
"Nothing's going to hurt you, not when you're. with me. Relax."
She took a deep breath and tried to smile.
"That's better. Now tell me about it." He turned on the seat and faced her, one arm resting across the back of the seat, the fingers touching her shoulder lightly.
"Is Orville your friend? The one you said lived near here?"
He looked surprised. "Yeah. Why?"
She moistened her lips again but they dried with her fear immediately. It was hard to talk. "I met him."
The man's eyebrows moved up to arches across his forehead. "Oh?"
She nodded quickly. "I had some car trouble on my way here, that day I met you. I got stalled, and it was dark, and I was lost." The words rushed out now, the truth flowing in swift torrents. She told him how she had seen the light and found the big house back in the woods, and been admitted to it. She couldn't bring herself to describe the details of the party in progress, but said the men were drunk and didn't understand what she wanted. She partially described how Orville had taken her to the side room and then passed out in his drunken stupor. She stopped, unable to tell him what transpired next.
He waited in silence, letting her take her time. Finally, he said, "I think I understand. You got trapped in the party, taken upstairs?"
She blushed and couldn't look at him.
His grip tightened on her shoulder and she looked at the hand. The thick mat of black hairs covering it struck a moment of icy terror in her heart, then she realized she was not in a nightmare. It was broad daylight, and the only shadows she had to fear were the ones in her own mind.
"Yes." The word was a breath. For a few moments, they were silent. A bird whistled absurdly nearby. Dana stared at her hands in her lap.
"Look, I don't even know your name," he said with a short laugh.
"Dana Mitchell."
"Look, Dana, I can see this whole thing is embarrassing you. If it'll make it easier, I know about the parties that guy has. I went to one once with Orv, and it was pretty far out. I never went back. I get my kicks in other ways. Don't beat yourself with that whip, kid. It's over and done with. You don't have to go back anymore if you don't want to."
She shook her head violently. "You don't understand. I went back last night. Oh, I didn't want to, but I had to."
He made a face. "Had to?"
She nodded.
He sighed. "Look, kid, from what you told me a couple of weeks ago, I surmise this is your first time out in the world. Right?"
She nodded.
"Living in a convent all your life doesn't exactly prepare you for the way things really are. If you haven't learned it already, you'd better now. You're a big girl and you're going to have to make some important decisions as you go along. If you don't like the kind of kinky parties Roeden throws, stay away from him."
Tears flooded her eyes. The words choked into a ball in her chest. She struggled with them. "I killed a man."
His eyes narrowed and he looked at her intently. "What did you say?"
She bit her lip and tried to hold back the sobs. "I killed your friend, Orville."
"Killed him? How?"
She couldn't look at him. In a low whisper, she recounted the accidental meeting on the stairs, the struggle, and the horror of Orville's body tumbling down the stairs and crashing against the stone entry, and the two men hiding the body to protect her.
"When did this happen?" There was a note of anger in the man's voice and Dana's heart sank.
"That next morning, two weeks ago." She twisted her hands, twining the fingers and undoing them repeatedly.
He swore softly and Dana cringed. There was no turning back now. The truth was out and she would have to face the consequences. He reached over and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"And that louse Roeden threatened to expose you unless you came out to the party?"
She nodded.
He swore again. "I've heard of some low tricks, but this one beats all! That man-"
"But I killed someone! I didn't mean to, but I did it! " The sobs broke from her now and she couldn't hold them back.
He moved closer to her on the car seat and took her m his arms. His hand stroked her hair, his arm held her tight, warm and pleasant on her flesh. "Hey, take it easy. It's all right. You didn't kill anyone. It's all right."
She sobbed, desperately wanting to believe him but knowing he was merely trying to make her feel better. She had seen the man fall, heard the crash of his body on the stone, saw his motionless form.
He lifted her chin and carefully wiped away her tears. He smiled and shook his head. "Listen to me. I'm not lying, believe me. You didn't kill Orville. You couldn't have. I saw him last week!"
She blinked and his face swam in the blur of tears. "You saw him?"
"That's right. I was in Hope River last week, Friday night. I saw Orv then." He spoke the words slowly and clearly like a teacher working with a slow child. "If I saw him last Friday, you couldn't have killed him the week before, now could you?"
She shook her head, not understanding but wanting desperately to believe.
He smiled. "I don't know what's going on, but I can make a pretty good guess. Either you didn't want to stay when Evan wanted you to, or he thought you might make trouble for him, so he came up with this scheme to keep you quiet and get you back there. More accurately, it would have been Nick's idea. Evan couldn't come up with anything clever if he tried. If he had a brain he'd be dangerous!" His obvious disgust and dislike for Roeden was evident.
She stared at him. "But I saw him fall." It was a whisper.
"Orville worked for six years as a professional stunt man on the Coast. He's a gymnast and a muscle man. He's driving a big cat now because he---likes booze and women too much to stay in training. But he can still fall off a building without breaking a fingernail." He brushed his hand across her cheek, pushing her hair back lightly. "They conned you, baby. It was all a trick. It was a dirty trick to make you feel guilty so you wouldn't call in the cops."
"But why?" It was too horrible to believe. The relief that should have flooded through her was still bound in fear.
He shrugged. "They forced you to stay that first night against your will. You could have hit them with charges of kidnapping, rape, assault and probably half a dozen other things if you wanted to."
"But I wouldn't have! I only wanted to get away! I never would have told anyone!"
"They didn't know that, baby. You could have been a threat, and they couldn't take the chance. So they cooked up the crazy scheme and you were caught. Orville is just dumb enough to go along with it." He shook his head. "I suspected something was up when I saw him last week, but I thought he'd found a new girl or something. He was hiding something, that's for sure."
The relief came with believing. It flooded through Dana, racking her body and erupting in sobs and tears. This time, he held her close and let her cry it out. It was a long time before she was quiet again. She looked at him through swollen red eyes.
"How can I ever thank you?" She laughed. "I still don't know your name!"
He joined her laughter. "It's Jim. Jim Hobner."
"Thank you, Jim. I feel like a new person. You must think I'm pretty stupid because of all this."
"No, just young. You've never met anyone like Roeden and Perry. They're a rare breed. They live for sex and they think it's the only thing in the world."
Her face reddened with sudden shame as she realized she had admitted her sexual activities to him. She felt awkward and uncomfortable.
"Hey, look at me," he said, tugging at her chin again when she turned away. "Look, kid, there's nothing wrong with sex, don't get me wrong! All I meant was that it doesn't have to come before decent feelings or consideration for people. To use a rotten trick like making you think you killed someone as a whip to get you to submit to their oddball games is sinking pretty low, even for them. Evan Roeden is an aging stud. He's afraid of losing his virility, so he works out these dumb ideas that give him a sense of power over women. I'll bet a buck he tied you up so you were helpless, right?"
She blushed but nodded.
"Yeah, that's his favorite. It gives him that power over you. It seems to make him feel he's irresistible." He laughed. "He's a nut, but his mooching pals go along with him because they get in on the fun and he also passes out money like it was going out of style tomorrow. There are a hell of a lot people in this world who don't want to work for what they get." He tried to coax a smile to her lips. "You don't have to feel guilty about anything. This was probably your first turn on to sex, right?"
Again, she blushed and nodded.
"It's only natural that you enjoyed it. That's what sex is all about. Not the kooky stuff all the time, but it is fun. That's why it's so popular." He grinned at her.
"Look, what do you say we go someplace and have a cup of coffee? We can move your car off the road. There's a side road and clearing just down a bit. Then I'll take you to town in my car. Have you had breakfast yet?"
She shook her head.
"Okay," he said. "Just sit tight, I'll move your car." He started to climb out, then looked back at her. "Unless you have to get back to your school. Are they expecting you?"
"No. I'm supposed to be visiting friends for the weekend."
"That settles it then. Wait here."
She watched him walk to her car, start it and drive it up the road and turn it into a lane. It disappeared from view behind a clump of alders. In a few minutes, he was walking back to his own vehicle. He carried her suitcase in his hand.
"I saw this and thought you might want it." At her startled expression, he added, "To make up your face. If I take you into a restaurant like that, they'll think I've been beating you."
She had to laugh. Suddenly, she felt very tired and dirty. She had not showered before running from the house. Her clothes felt sticky and her body damp. She knew she was a mess. "I really should go home and change."
He started the car. "I have a motel room. You can change there." He turned to grin at her. "No strings attached."
They rode in silence until he pulled in at the row of cottages behind the motel sign. He lifted her small bag and came around to help her out of the car. He unlocked the door and ushered her into the room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When she emerged from the bathroom a half-hour later, dressed in fresh clothing, he had a pot of coffee and some rolls waiting.
"You must be starved," he said.
They sat and ate and drank the strong black coffee. Dana had done a lot of thinking while the wonderful clean warm water washed away the dirt and horror. She had thought about what Jim had said in the car, about sex and pleasure and normal living. She'd thought about Sister Mary Helen at the convent, and the nun's advice and encouragement.
Now she smiled at Jim. "I feel like a different person, thanks to you.".
"I just happened along at the right time."
"How did you happen to go to Roeden's house this morning?" she wanted to know.
"Just like I said, I was looking for Orv. I was supposed to meet him last night and stay at his place. But when I pulled in, the house was locked up and he wasn't there. I checked in here and got a good night's sleep. This morning I figured I'd look around for him. I knew he went up to Roeden's place often, so I tried there first." He grinned. "I don't usually track him around, but he owes me some dough and I've been trying to collect it for a month now. He promised last week he'd have it for sure yesterday." He lifted one hand in a hopeless gesture. "I should have known better, but it bugged me to have him pull a stunt like that on me. So I figured I'd catch him in the nest of the goose that laid the golden eggs."
"That man who answered the door, do you know him?" She still wondered about Peter's place in the household.
"Only by sight. He's one of the regular hangers-on, like Nick. They both spend most of their time there."
She sighed. "I still find it hard to believe, except that I was there and know it's true. I never knew there were such people."
He laughed. "Compared to some I've seen on the Coast, Evan and his buddies are pretty tame."
"Really?"
"Yeah. The world is a strange place, kid. Don't fall for every line you hear."
"I guess I was pretty stupid. I-"
He shook his head and held up his hand to silence her. "Forget it. You've got a chance to start again. Take it. Roeden won't chase you, believe me. If he calls, just tell him you know the truth, and if he bothers you again, you'll go to the police. It's your turn to blackmail him into silence."
"I'm so ashamed."
"Don't be. You have nothing to be ashamed about. You're a very beautiful young woman. Any man in his right mind would like to take you to bed." He hesitated. "Including me."
She met his look and saw the honest admiration in it.
"But only if you want it, not because you think you owe me anything. That's not the kind of sex I like." He took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it casually as though he had not just offered her such a startling thing. She watched him blow smoke from his pursed mouth in a thin stream. She remembered the warm touch of his hand on her shoulder, his arm around her in comfort.
She felt comfortable with him, at ease. For the first time since she'd left the convent, she felt relaxed and happy. Love? Was she falling in love with him? She didn't know, since she didn't know what love felt like. But she did know what sex felt like, and she knew that she wanted to enjoy it with this man.
"I'd like that, very much."
He said nothing, but studied her face.
"I think sex with you could be very beautiful, and I think I would enjoy it very much."
"You're not just feeling guilty again?"
"No."
"Sure?"
"Positive."
She smiled and rose from her chair and crossed to him. He stood up to meet her, taking her in his arms and bending his face to hers in a kiss. His lips were warm and tender, pressing hers and firing her with desire. She parted her lips and his tongue moved into the opening. She met it with needy probes and tried to capture it with her teeth. Her body tingled, shivers racing from each point where their bodies clung together. His hands worked at her flesh gently, kneading and feeling its warmth and firmness.
"Should I ... get undressed?" she asked breathlessly.
"I'll do it, my pleasure." He zipped down the fastener at the back of the dress and skinned the garment from her body. He laid it carefully over a chair. Then, with a deft motion, he raised her arms and rid her of the slip. If he saw anything unusual about the chemise, he said nothing, undoing the snaps quickly and letting her step out of it. He let it fall to the floor unnoticed as his gaze fell on her naked breasts.
She took a deep breath and he stared in wonder.
"God, You're beautiful!" His hands went gently to the lovely mounds. He cupped their fullness and lifted their weight. He ran his fingers over the sunken pools of the nipples and stirred them to life. They hardened and finally grew turgid. He caught his tongue between his teeth.
"I want you to make love to me," she said simply and honestly.
He smiled and began to undo his own clothing. She quickly removed the garter belt and the stockings and placed them on the chair. She stood waiting for him.
His body was beautiful. His dark complexion made him look like a bronzed statue. His chest was covered with dark curled hair, like that on his hands and arms. But it did not repulse her. The shadows of the dream were gone, and he was real. Her glance traveled down to his firm, taut belly and the heavy dark triangle of hair below it. From here, his penis offered a new invitation. Semierect, it sprang toward her in warm welcome. She was hypnotized by its beauty.
He moved slowly to her and wrapped his arms around her again. Now the full lengths of their naked bodies came together. The touch was electric. She clung to him, pressed her body to him in need.
"Oh, Jim!"
"Dana! Come to the bed!"
They moved as one, sitting, then lying outstretched together. His hands moved over her ripe flesh, caressing and savoring each peak and valley of her curvaceous body. He nuzzled his face to her heavy breast, sucked the tit lovingly. He moved in slow circles across her flat belly and penetrated the thatch of hair between her legs. He found her clitoris and lovingly played with it. She clung to him, letting her palms rub his wonderful flesh, feeling and knowing the warmth that would soon be hers. She put one hand down to find his hard cock and the golden balls behind it. She massaged them very gently, then began to execute rhythmic strokes on the growing penis. It was very long and thick. It filled her fist. She could feel the heavy layer of foreskin move as she pushed back and forth. She ran her finger under the crown of the bulging head and across the sweeping wetness of the tip. It was so hot. She was too.
"You've got the kind of body I've dreamed about so many nights when I've had to sleep alone in that damn truck of mine." He smiled at her.
She answered with an open-mouthed kiss that put new fire in their play.
"God, I'm hot. You're a lot of woman."
"I want you."
She didn't have to beg. He quickly rolled her to her back and got on his knees over her. "You've had enough kookie games for a while. I'm going to give you some straight loving."
"Yes."
She spread her legs wide. He grabbed his thick penis and touched it to the target. She groaned as it teased a moment before plunging in. Then she sighed with relief and joy.
"Oh, yes!" she said.
"It's good up there, baby. Hot and wonderful. The best I've ever had!"
He began to stroke in and out of the hot, hugging tunnel with a steady beat. He was on fire already, and they had just begun.
Dana lifted her legs to catch his moving body. She wanted to hold him close, feel his balls slap gently against her rump as he drove his prick hard into her. The nightmare was over. With sudden clarity, she knew that the dark hairy shadow of her childhood nightmare had been one of her mother's lovers. The ugly drunken man had raped her! And her mind had blotted out the horror by forgetting. But the nightmare had haunted her. The truth had haunted her. But now it was out. The truth was out and the horror was gone. The nightmare was over. She was free!
She hugged Jim's, hips between her legs and lifted her own hips to meet his thrusts.
"Oh, I need you!"
"You're going to get me, honey. I'm on fire."
Her belly was a tight twisted ball of passion. "I've got to come!"
"Okay, doll, I'm ready!" He jammed his cock harder and the plunging shaft touched off her explosion. The fire blazed inside her.
Her body twisted and gripped his. He ejaculated a violent stream of semen into the clutching, hot vagina that drank it greedily. Her cunt poured out its juice and the two bodies were saturated in it. The climax was glorious and endless. It was so very different from the other ones Dana had had.
When it was over, Jim collapsed on her prone form and lay quietly, his drained sex organ still pinned between her thighs. She stroked the back of his head.
"Jim?"
"Huh?"
"I told the school I wouldn't be back until tomorrow night."
"Yeah?"
"Mmmmm." She held him very close and whispered in his ear. "Can I stay with you until then?"
He looked at her, lifting his face so he could see hers. He smiled. "You sure can, baby. You can stay with me forever if you want to." He bent and kissed her eagerly.
She closed her eyes and gave herself to the kiss. She wanted to.
