It is with great pride that we, The Publishers, present this new novel by Cynthia Powers. It has been a long time since the psychology of the darker parts of the human soul have been explored with such lucidity.
It is no secret that witchcraft, in its many forms, is practiced throughout the United States today. Strange black magic orgies are prevalent in almost every region of the country, yet even the most candid observers of the American scene have chosen to ignore it. Perhaps this is because, as Miss Powers points out, it is almost always linked with the explicitly sexual. It is indeed ironic that the fear of the salacious and provocative is stronger than man's fear of the violently irrational. Here in The Unwilling Guest, we discover that the two are almost inseparable elements in the practice of witchcraft.
It is fitting that Susan Porter's struggle represents a kind of dark awakening to the powers of the unknown, and that she, as a representative of 'Middle America' should do so in a small southern town. Her conflict with the Stonninghams is more than a struggle between man's baser and higher instincts, but also signifies the regional and class conflict of the affluent and the poor, the north and the south. Susan is a pampered, naive young girl from a middle-class northern family. She has no conception of what her southern counterparts are like, socially or economically, nor has she the least idea what her own sexuality is about. Her rude awakening is, in a sense, the awakening of us all.
When she first meets the Reverend and the strangely bitter Jessica, Susan Porter has not yet experienced herself as a total human female. As she is put through a series of brutal attacks on her virginity, she comes to realize, in spite of her subjugators' brutality, that she, herself, is far more complex than she had previously imagined. We wonder whether she has changed for the good and if her transformation signals a change in values for others who have become similarly involved. Many of us will find her experiences unfamiliar: they are, as she finally realized, beyond the normal scope of human experience. But witch's covens and Devil worship cults, which are presently proliferating throughout the western world, are symptomatic of an emotional need that exists in all of us. Miss Powers shows us that there is a deep seated need in the United States today for a reshaping of our rational values. Without a candid and open look at the forces of the unconscious there will always be people like Reverend Stonningham who wait for the emotionally starved with a hex sign at their door.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The Atlanta Express chugged northward through the rough terrained Georgia countryside, tunneling into massive abutments of rock then coming out into the shimmeringly clear mountain air. The September sun hung low in the western horizon, touching the tops of trees above the train and appearing to race along its rising path into the mountains.
Susan Porter looked out the train window, her gaze falling onto the blue ridges that rose into abrupt stone-faced escarpments as the cool air from the open window played across her softly cascading dark hair. Although she had been staring into the magnificently rugged landscape for at least a half hour, a deeper part of her mind was far removed from this scene which seemed to announce its remoteness from the world of human affairs. A book lay open in her lap and an unlit cigarette was poised, forgotten, in her hand....
Her thoughts raced over the events of the evening before. She had come to Atlanta to see her boyfriend, Jim Waverly, who was attending Georgia Tech, and then to enroll as a Freshman at Scott College, a small Liberal Arts School in North Georgia. The fact that Scott was only a few hours from Atlanta had attracted her to the school at first, but now she just didn't know. So many things had happened during the few days she had spent with him which had changed her mind about lots of things. Yes, she loved Jim, yet there were parts of herself that couldn't respond completely to what he wanted from her.
Last night they had gone out to a movie, and before leaving Jim for her hotel they went to his apartment for drinks. He had put some low guitar music on his stereo, and they had settled down on the couch. He had kissed her more warmly and insistently than usual and had pressed himself against her in an embrace that had been made more intense by the thought that tomorrow she would be leaving. Her lips locked tenderly to his own, and she had discovered her heart pounding with unaccustomed passion inside her chest. No, she just couldn't resist letting him run his hands down the cotton clad firmness of her ripely budding breasts, permitting him to massage her clothed nipples into maddening hardness with his fingers.
Then with a methodical sureness, he had reached under her blouse and unfastened her brassiere. Easily, without fear for one of the first times in her life, she had slipped out of her blouse and raised her chest until the smoothly uplifted wide-spaced orbs of her naked breasts brushed against Jim's mouth. The gentle playing of his tongue around one nipple had driven her to near madness, and she had hardly noticed when his hand had slipped under her skirt and begun caressing her creamy white thighs.
Gazing abstractly out the train window, Susan finally lit her cigarette. She dragged deeply and exhaled, feeling herself again excited by the memory of how his hands had kept stroking her, roving the full length of her rapidly awakening young body over her flat white stomach and on down to the nylon covered softness of her pubic hair.
"No, for God's sake, Jim, we can't," she had protested, knowing that she would not be able to hold him back if he went any farther.
She had twisted back away from him on the couch, but his fingers continued stroking her there, his outstretched middle finger insinuating itself under the elastic legband of her nylon panties and into the warmly moistening split of her vagina. A tingling sensation began fluttering softly between her smooth white thighs, and she squirmed around on the cushion, trying to dislodge his tantalizing finger.
"God, Jim, you're impossible," she had protested, but it was obvious that he had not listened. She was no prude, she reflected now in the flickering late afternoon light. But there were certain things that she just wouldn't do. Her Puritan upbringing and three years in a northern girl's school had given a sense of value to Susan's life, and she had realized that her virginity was something that represented more than just a symbol of an outmoded morality. But last night any consideration Jim might have had for her feelings on the subject had been thrown to the wind.
His hand had slid lewdly to her thighs while the fingers of his other hand had continued worming gently into the softly yielding flesh of her vaginal lips. Again she had tried to squirm away, but the pleasurable sensation up between her legs made her hold back for one agonizing second too long. She had heard the metallic sound of his zipper opening and suddenly felt a heated fleshy pressure against the top of her thighs. It was his nakedly pulsating penis. She gasped as she felt the enormous length of his warmly throbbing 'hardness, sensing herself reluctantly giving in. No, she had never felt a penis before. It felt strangely warm, and the muscles of her lush young body tensed and contracted at the odd sensation of his aroused maledom being so close to the moistly quivering portals of her vagina.
She lurched forward, but with a sudden hard tug Jim had pulled her back to him. With a startling shock his extended middle finger had probed into her rapidly wetting vagina. A second later he wormed his forefinger also into the warmly clasping passage, showing some gentleness, but it had been more in his interest than her own. The feeling of his fingers worming lewdly into her warmly palpitating pussy had sent a ripple of erotic pleasure up through her that froze her to the couch. Momentarily, her vision had dimmed, the darkness of the room and the lulling music from the stereo pressed around her densely. She could not move as the rippling sensation of delight whirled in her insides, and her whole curvaceous body seemed to flower open at the wantonness of his touch....
The train stopped at a station house alongside a river, and Susan watched a couple, a man in his mid-fifties and a girl a few years older than herself, enter the train. Then her thoughts glided smoothly back to last night.
Jim had taken her immobility to mean she had succumbed. He had grabbed her hand and pushed it over the long stiffening length of his penis, wrapping his fingers around her own until she had found herself involuntarily clenching at his hot fleshy hardness. Yes, she had liked holding him like that, feeling the solid shaft pulsating gently in her hand. His answering groan could be heard over her own gasping breath, and she had found her hips undulating slowly and pivoting with a will of their own toward his warmly sluicing finger now embedded deeply inside her steadily moistening cunt. She had never expected his penis to be so enormous ... or so hot ... or so thick! It seemed as though her fingers could not go around it.
She could feel the hotly pulsing flesh grow even harder as she squeezed gently beneath its head, and without thinking she began to massage the thick outer skin back and forth, up and down the rockhard shaft. Yes, it had felt good, holding him like that and feeling his fingers thrusting deeply into her warmly receptive pussy, while she tightly clasped her hand around his long straining cock. The pleasure he was giving her almost blotted out her protests of a moment before, and she relaxed her inner thighs to give him complete access to her narrow, hair-lined vaginal slit while she increased the speed of her jerkings on his rapidly expanding shaft. God, its strange warmth and hardness had really fascinated her, she recalled now. She could feel his slippery warm lubricant covering the blunted cock-head, moistening her palm and making her strokes smoother and even more sensuous against his swelling manhood.
At the same time, she had felt her own arousal mounting beyond anything she had experienced before. She had writhed obscenely, panting like an animal in heat, caught in an almost unbreakable spell of wantonness. That squirming girl ... God, that just couldn't have been me, she thought staring dreamily out the train window. Now, she recalled Jim's lewd demand, as though from an obscene fantasy, his voice commanding: "Let me fuck you! Open your legs, honey, and let me put my prick inside!"
Suddenly, he had tried to roll over on top of her. His left arm circled around her slender waist, forcing her to lie back on the couch. He came down with a rush of obscenities on top of her, dropping his head like a starving maniac to her breasts, and immediately seizing one of her lust-hardened nipples in his hotly devouring mouth.
"Oh, God! No, Jim! Don't!" she had protested, a sudden dread mingling with her excitement. At the last minute she had managed to clamp her legs tightly together, trapping his long blood-engorged penis between her firmly smooth thighs. His hands went from her waist and cunt and grasped behind the nakedly displayed roundness of her buttocks, squeezing the globe-shaped half moons until they hurt. Still, trying to ward him off, she kept her thighs held tightly against his thickly erect penis, while he struggled like a madman to insert the hot rubbery tip into the opening of her wetly throbbing vagina ... Oh, she had, hated fighting against him like that; it was as though the two of them were enemies rather than human beings who should have been loving to one another, but there had been no alternative for her. Hadn't they always been tender and gentle with each other? Was there any explanation for his sudden uncaring brutality? As she struggled, inadvertently her grip tightened around his rapidly pulsating cock. He pulled violently loose from the clasp of her thighs, and she could feel him pushing his long hard penis in under the tight legband of her little white panties, the length of his hot fleshy rod sliding up until the hard bulbous head was poised between the splayed open lips of her heatedly quivering vagina.
She had tried to raise her hips to escape the unendurable pleasure of his massive hardness lodged between her hotly dilating cuntal opening, but this only drove him on further. The lust-swollen cock-head had actually begun a penetration when, suddenly, she had felt it begin to jerk out of control. Jim had moaned and pulled her mouth to his lips, gasping spasmodically, and she had felt his hot stream of male liquid spurt from the head until her pubic hair was drenched with his warm sticky sperm.
It moistened the insides of her thighs, and rivuleted down between her legs to wetten the cushion beneath her buttocks.
Then, there had been silence! She remembered trying to push him off from on top of her, and the stream of apologies he had made for acting so impulsively. Yes, she had tried to understand. Wasn't that the way men were supposed to be? But something inside her just refused to sympathize with him. She had watched him rise from the couch and stand over her, his face averted as he dressed. Then she had realized that his apologies to her had more to do with the fact that he had climaxed before thrusting the length of his long straining cock inside her, and this had made her begin to have second thoughts about his sincerity.
Keeping her anger under control, she had stroked his back tenderly, kissing his neck and consoling him with soft whispers. A few minutes later they were in his car on the way back to her hotel. Today, when he had seen her to the station, as she had looked into his warm brown eyes, her irritation with him had subsided. But there was still that feeling of mistrust that was bottled up inside her. It was almost as though she did not know who the real Jim Waverly was, much less understand what her own feelings toward her fiance had been.
Susan brushed back a strand of shimmeringly long black hair from her eyes. The wind fluttered coolly on her face and the rhythm of the train's rocking soothed her frayed nerves somewhat. Yes, she was glad to be leaving Atlanta, even though she knew she would miss Jim. She just couldn't face another scene like the one last night without losing control of herself.
The attractive young girl leaned back in her seat and returned to her book. It was a collection of essays on contemporary southern society. The chapter she was now reading discussed the role of women in Georgia. It told how they had always been treated as ideal beings who were considered untouchably pure, rather than as creatures who were created with the same earthly, flesh and blood needs as men.
The author pointed out that women in the south, like their northern counterparts, were no longer content to remain on their pedestal, but needed to be involved in the same worldly pursuits as men. It was not a problem of "women's liberation" alone, the author insisted, since southern society had always been a feudal society. "As the blacks had been liberated from the chains of slavery and discrimination," the book went on, "So, too, had women become freed from the shackles of their privileged position. But the result has become a conflict in values which is now turning into disillusionment."
The South! There it is, Susan thought, sprawling outside the train window. The few houses she had seen along the railroad tracks had looked terribly poor. But she wondered whether the economic conditions of the area had that much to do with the status of the southern woman. She wondered also if there wasn't some value in the old chivalric codes that the author said were disappearing so rapidly. She thought of her relationship with Jim as an example. Wouldn't life be a lot easier if each of them knew what their roles were? After all, she mused, there was something nice about having men treat you with tenderness, and there was comfort in knowing your body would be treated with respect.
"Excuse me," she heard a man's drawling voice from across the aisle. "I couldn't help noticing what you're reading." Susan turned to the man seated opposite her whom she recognized as the gentlemen who had boarded the train with the girl a few minutes earlier. He was a large gaunt-looking man dressed in clerical garb. His face was lined and the skin was shallow and pulled taut against protruding cheekbones.
"Yes, it's very interesting," she smiled shyly.
"I'm sure whatever that there book has to say is far from the truth," he clasped his hands in ministerial fashion across his knees.
Susan looked at him questioningly. "These fellows with their new fangled ideas are always tryin' to butt in," he leaned across his seat toward her. "But they ain't about to change our ways. We got a lot to lose if the politician reformers and do-gooders from up north keep nosin' around in affairs that don't concern them."
Susan set the book on the seat beside her. "I didn't realize it was that important," she looked at the man. "I mean it must be hard being misunderstood by the rest of the country."
The minister ran his large pink tongue over his lips. His beady close-set eyes looked her up and down, from the smooth rounded firmness of her breasts to the seductively tapering "vee" of her waist and loins. "Lord-a-mighty, the South has a long uninterrupted history of being misunderstood," he breathed heavily. "That is our legacy, from before we were forced back into the Union."
Susan suppressed a yawn. "I must admit I'm not up on my Civil War history," she said. "Ya don't have to know your history books to see what the north's done to us, Miss. My Uncle used to tell me about the Union troops comin' down with Sherman and how they raped ever' woman in sight. You can still see the marks of his march to the sea in every burned out barn from Atlanta to Savannah. Now, we ain't forgotten too easily," he sat back in his seat.
There was something disconcerting in the man's appearance, Susan thought. In spite of his clerical outfit, his crude manners were more in keeping with the country roughness of a dirt farmer. But she was aware that this might be nothing more than her own ignorance.
"Cousin Jessica, here," he nodded to the girl seated beside him, "knows just like I do the evils of the big city northerners and all their phony intellectuals. She understands what they can do to our hard earned principles, don't ya, my dear?"
"Y'all don't pay no mind to the Reverend," the girl smiled across at Susan. "He has a way of gettin' under folks' skin, but he don't mean no harm."
"To the contrary," Susan defended, "I found it fascinating."
"Thank you, my dear," he said, then gave his blonde companion a dark menacing look. "I am glad you found it in your heart to listen. Most young folks nowadays don't have no respect for their elders."
Again, the man's eyes swept lewdly across Susan's voluptuously large breasts, and she wished that she had avoided speaking to him. His strange appearance the black felt hat cocked at a precarious angle over his forehead and his black coat hanging like a shroud over his broad shoulders presented an eerie picture that she found unsettling. They lapsed into silence and Susan stared blankly ahead. The train's rocking again lulled her into a relaxed state, and she emptied her mind of thoughts, letting the wind blow caressingly through her long black hair. After awhile, the blonde rose from beside the Reverend and pushed past him into the aisle. She stood gazing down at Susan for an instant. An odd smile flickered across her full sensuous lips, and one hip thrust almost provocatively against the Reverend's seat.
"Is there something...?" Susan attempted, but before she could complete the phrase, the girl was moving down the corridor, her rounded high-set buttocks waggling suggestively beneath her tight stretch slacks.
"She's a queer one," the Reverend said, as though to himself. "Orphaned at the age of twelve. Three years in the state school for girls, then to the reformatory. Taken many months of effort to retrieve her, no to redeem her, from that life of sinful fornication. It took the devil's work to damn her, and now I fear Satan has reclaimed her again."
Susan tried not to look at the man. She stared out the window, hoping that he would understand that she was not interested in carrying the conversation further. "I came down to Haversford. Yes, bailed her out of jail, she having gone to seed again ... but does it sound strange that I should have a Christian interest in my distant kin?"
Susan swallowed dryly. "I-I don't understand what you're talking about."
"It has no importance to you," he said, "but I'm a man of God, and a man of my word. Promised her mother, my de r cousin, ten years ago I'd watch over her. But Jessica, taking after her father, left the fold ... if she had ever been under God's hand ... and I have been plagued by her."
Without observing the man she was aware of his eyes tracing an obscene path down her hourglass waist and across the slight fold of her blue skirt covering her pubic mound to her long swelling thighs and smoothly curving calves.
"If there is one thing I cannot abide," he went on, "it is giving one's pledge and then breaking it. But I will take her in. There's nothing much else I can do." He mopped his brow with his handkerchief and sighed. In spite of herself, Susan felt slightly sympathetic toward the man. He seemed awfully confused and she really couldn't tell if the lascivious looks he had been giving her were even intentional. She could see Jessica returning now. As the girl walked down the aisle towards them, Susan was conscious of her almost cat-like sensuality that contrasted sharply with the somberness of the Reverend. Yes, she was striking. Her flowing blonde hair glistened down over her shoulders, and the twin mounds of her ripe young breasts rose brazenly from beneath a low-cut tightly fitting sweater.
"Cousin Stonningham been bending your ear again?" she grinned at Susan, pushing past the Reverend.
She paused, and rested her hands on her flaring hips. "Bet the old boy's been telling y'all what a nasty little girl ol' Jessica's been!"
"Jessica, Jessica," the Reverend removed his hat and scratched his bald spot, smoothing a strand of grey hair across the patch of exposed skin. "I ain't done nothing' I ain't proud of, honey," the girl peered over the Reverend's cocked hat at Susan. "Just been havin' a little fun down in Haversford. Before that I was in Atlanta Big CityGA. Now cousin Stonningham done bailed me out of jail, and he's makin' plans to do some rehabilitatin'."
"Along with the ministry," the Reverend smiled sheepishly at Susan, "I run a rooming house in Calgary. Keeps me and my boys from runnin' short, don't ya know."
Susan nodded and returned to her book. As she read, she discovered her mind wandering painfully back to what had happened the night before. If she could just blot out everything, she would be so much happier, she thought. And now the distraction from across the aisle made her more uneasy. She could hear the two cousins talking in low, almost furtive whispers, and she again set the book face down in her lap, and let her mind flow with the landscape rushing alongside the train. The terrain had grown increasingly mountainous. The gentle slopes of a half hour before had now become steeply pitched inclines covered with thick forests of pine. Occasionally, the trees parted to reveal a lone cabin with a trail of smoke puffing from its chimney, or a pasture with a few cattle standing contentedly in the gathering darkness.
"Where did you say you were going, my dear?" the Reverend's voice broke the reverie Susan had fallen into.
"Scott College," she said rather shortly. "Ah, yes, Scott. My dear cousin Annie's alma mater! Why, that isn't very far from Calgary, but school doesn't begin for another week, if I'm not mistaken. Why are you coming so early?"
"This is my first semester," she said. "I thought I'd get a head start and arrive early. I hear the dorms will be quite crowded this year."
"Yes, there is an increase in enrollment," he said. "I noticed it only last year. But by the time you get to your stop it should be dark. Early in the term like this, they usually shut down the school by late afternoon."
Susan frowned. She hadn't counted on arriving late; and now that he had mentioned it, there was a chance that she would be unable to find a place to stay in the college town. Apparently the train had been delayed; according to her time table they should have arrived there by now.
"If you like, you may spend the night with Jessica and me at my Guest house," the Reverend said piously. "We live close to the campus and it would be no inconvenience to us. I have two wonderful boys who also would be glad to have you."
"Thank you," she said politely, "but I think I'd better go on to school."
"Now, I insist you come with us. You'd be glad to have her, ain't that right, Jessica?" he nudged the girl.
"The Reverend's got lots of room," Jessica nodded.
"Really," Susan pleaded, "I just can't think of imposing on you like this!"
"Nonsense. You got no need to worry about a thing," he reassured. "As a man of God, I believe it my duty to offer you lodging. And so it's settled." Susan blushed in confusion, feeling him glaring at her. She couldn't accept the invitation from the couple, but she felt foolish arguing about it. Outside it was almost dark. When she arrived at Scott it might be impossible to find a taxi or a porter to carry her bags. She could see the advantage in staying the night in Calgary, then going on to school in the morning. The Reverend did say he ran a boarding house, so it seemed sensible for her to accept his hospitality. Still, he and his cousin made her uneasy. There was something strange about the two of them that she couldn't put her finger on.
She thought of her parents back in the small suburban town in Pennsylvania. What would they think of her accepting the Reverend's invitation to spend the night? They had always been so protective of her that she had hardly had an opportunity to do anything on her own. Even when she was a senior in high school they had insisted that she return home from an evening date well before midnight. And now, the first time she had really been on her own, she found it difficult to make up her mind for herself. Her mother had always made the big decisions for her the kind of clothes she should wear, and even the boys she should go out with and so choosing to stay in a rooming house in Calgary for the night, rather than going on to Scott was a hard choice for her to make.
She was discovering quickly that her new found freedom from her family was not as easy as she had thought it would be. There were unexpected challenges and disappointments in the world that her protected upbringing as an only child had shielded her from. Even her relationship with Jim, which had begun innocently enough a year ago when he was a senior and she a junior in high school, took on new dimensions now that she was away from her parents. She almost wished she could be with Jim right now, forgetting for the moment what had happened with him the previous night.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan Porter lay back in bed and gazed into the darkness of the cool September night, hearing sounds of shuffling feet moving down the hallway outside her door. After an interval, it was all silent, except for the murmur of wind in the trees surrounding the house. She was still unnerved by the way the Reverend had whisked her off the train when they'd come to Calgary. She supposed she had only herself to blame. When he'd insisted that she stay the night at his guest house, she had thought foolishly that going with the young woman and the older man would have been a better idea than continuing on to college alone.
But now she just didn't know. After leaving the train they had walked up the darkened, tree-lined main street of the empty southern town. The buildings on the main thoroughfare were in a state of aging disrepair and it was obvious, from the boarded up windows on many of the stores, that the community had seen hard times. Susan had the distinct impression as they passed through the central square, with its statue commemorating the Civil War dead, of being in another era ... as though the clock had stopped in Calgary at the turn of the last century.
After a few blocks the main street had become a dirt road, and soon they were walking through farm country. Finally, after almost a mile's trek through the moonlight, they had come to the large ante-bellum style house set back in a grove of trees. The steps had creaked beneath their feet as they walked onto the porch, and when they had entered the house through the large double doors Susan felt a cool breeze on her cheek blowing from somewhere in the house.
Now she pushed back on her pillow and stretched her arms over the bedcovers to the night stand where she had left her cigarettes. She lit one and stared at the ember glowing in the velvety blackness. Inside the mansion, the Reverend had shown her to the kitchen while Jessica had made her a sandwich and a cup of strong tea. The girl had told Susan the tea would make her sleep well; but she felt alert now, as though she had slept soundly all afternoon. After a moment, the Reverend had excused himself, leaving her alone with Jessica in the high-ceilinged old fashioned kitchen. Even if the sensual looking blonde girl was a bit flamboyant, Susan had decided that she liked her, and she had wanted to talk with her awhile before they went to bed. It was still early and she hadn't felt in the least tired. But the other girl had seemed anxious to retire and, after Susan had finished her tea, Jessica had led her up the darkened winding stairway from the living room to the second story of the house.
Yes, it was spooky here, Susan thought with a shudder, remembering the strange pictures that she had glimpsed hanging on the cobwebbed walls. She had wanted to look at them, but Jessica had rushed her on to her room. Well, tomorrow, first thing in the morning, she'd have Stonningham drive her on to school. But even as she resolved on this she found herself entertained by her adventure. She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray and slid onto her stomach. Then she pulled the heavy quilted covers over her head, as she used to do when she was a small child, and fell gradually into a light sleep.
Drowsing for only a few minutes, she was awakened by the sound of a high-pitched human voice. She sat up abruptly in bed. Had she been dreaming? She thought she heard someone cry out, but now everything was silent, save for the wind.
Again, after a short interval, the sound began. This time it was lower and gravelly, as though it had come from a male voice. It was answered by an unearthly pleading tone ... almost as if someone a woman were being tortured! The groan merged with harsh slapping sounds as though someone were being struck across the face with the flat of a hand.
Was there anything she could do, Susan wondered? Was there a way she could find out what was going on without endangering herself? She recalled the strange silence of Reverend Stonningham as they entered the house, and she experienced a sudden anxiety. The attractive young brunette stood up from bed, rising into a stream of light from the moon that hovered at the level of the window. She remained there, standing statue-like for some moments, the silvery cone of light catching in her long glistening black hair and shining in the diaphanous blue folds of her nightgown.
"Oh, GODDDDD!" a woman's voice came through the wall behind the bed. Susan moved to the door that joined the two adjacent rooms to a common bath. Slowly, she turned the door handle and walked softly into the darkness. Here she could make out the two voices, groaning simultaneously, their tremulously agonized whispers tightening Susan's stomach into a frightened knot. The pleading voice spoke again, above the other which continued its low unearthly moaning.
"Oh, yessss, yessss, do it to me like that!" She recognized the voice now as Jessica's, her tone begging, while the man's groans grew more insistent. Susan pushed herself against the tiled wall giving on to the adjoining room. She was uncertain what to do. If she called the Reverend, she might stir up more trouble than was necessary the man was clearly causing Jessica some pain, yet it didn't sound like it was against the girl's will ... not the way she was almost crying for him to continue.
Susan again upbraided herself, almost audibly, for accepting the invitation to stay the night in this house. She wondered if she wasn't more naive and protected than even Jim thought she was, remembering the Reverend's story about going down to Haversford to bail Jessica out of jail. Again the moans burst with greater urgency through the walls. She stepped back, about to leave and find Stonningham, when the girl's whimpering changed from painful gasps to low breathless moans of what could only be pure pleasure. Now she was asking for it, begging for more, and Susan could not understand it.
Susan stood in the center of the bathroom, her mind whirling in confusion. She couldn't notify anyone in the house without knowing what was going on they would think her a fool if they came on Jessica and the man, and it turned out that nothing was the matter. It was all so terribly upsetting. She hadn't asked to be put in this situation, but through her own foolishness, here she was!
She must find out, and there was only one way! She breathed in deeply and placed her finger delicately on the doorknob that gave on to the room. As though watching herself from outside a dream, she slowly inched her body gently against the door. It made a squeak, and she stopped, momentarily. Then she recalled all the times she had slipped from her own room as a child to her parents' bedroom when she had been frightened by a bad dream or strange noise in the house. In her imagination she was now pushing against that same door, and she became instinctively aware of how much pressure to place on the knob to turn it without making a sound. Her whole body tensed when it turned slightly, and she felt it begin to give against the pressure.
"Mmmmmmm, yessss, oh that feels goooood!" a low masculine voice broke the silence.
"Oh, do it, do it!" a girl's slightly higher-pitched moans answered, and then there was the loud rhythmic creak of bedsprings. Her heart stopped and she dared not breathe. For a moment she feared they had heard her pushing steadily against the now unlodged door; but no, there was still strange sounds coming through the crack. The door gave a little against her gentle pressure, and the noises through the opening became more clear to her senses. She could make out heavy staccato-like breathing and the creaking tempo of bedsprings, broken by animal-like grunts and moans of pain and pleasure. The moonlight poured through the opened door from the window, casting its eerie glow on the floor and throwing a narrow slant of light across Susan's stomach.
Suddenly she realized, what she should have known from the first. She paled and gulped in horror! There on the bed was Jessica locked in a nakedly lewd embrace of intercourse beneath a man's body! Good God, how naive could she be? What a fool she was to have followed her curiosity when she should have known all along! The man had the girl pinned onto the bed and was trying to pry her lithe long legs open wider even though his wetly glistening penis already was deep inside her obscenely writhing vagina and his hands were grasped beneath Jessica's wildly squirming buttocks, pulling her up towards his loins. Jessica's feet pointed, splayed out beneath the plunging form of the man, directly towards the door, and Susan could see the heavy sac of the man's sperm-inflated balls and the entire length of his hotly skewering cock thrusting in and out of the moistly ragged edges of the girl's cunt. God, it was a depraved sight!
Susan started to shake uncontrollably and bit down hard on the back of her hand to keep from crying out in dismay and shock. She had no idea whether the young girl was enjoying the lewd act or not, but what really shocked her was the sight of copulation, the reality of the animal act taking place right in front of her very eyes! She was shaking too hard to close the door and just stood there, helplessly, trying to regain her composure. Now, it obviously would do no good for her to attempt to help physically. It was still unclear if Jessica would have welcomed any assistance.
Susan could see the unknown man's naked body plunge obscenely between the long white columns of the blonde girl's legs, pinning them wide apart. From this position she had a perfect view of the two bodies the man's torso overshadowing the softly jostling breasts of the girl, his stomach taut and muscled against Jessica's smooth white abdomen. As he slowly withdrew his massively rigid penis from Jessica's tightly clasping cuntal sheath in preparation of spearing hotly again inside of her, Susan was able to make out the actual size of the huge male organ. It was even larger than Jim's, and she couldn't see how a woman could take such a thing; it seemed it would split Jessica open. But it didn't. It sluiced warmly back up inside of the wildly gasping girl who welcomed it with an eager cry of entreaty.
What had appeared to be a struggling motion coming from Jessica, was clearly not that at all! Susan winced as she heard the smack of the man's pelvis against Jessica's, it hit with such force! The girl's unearthly scream pierced through her ears like the cry of a wounded animal, yet she could see her face contort in obvious rapture.
Susan's heart pounded like a jack hammer until she was certain they could hear it across the room; and shepressed one hand to her own ripely surging breast as though to dull the sound.
The figures on the bed were silent for an instant, then the man resumed the smoothly gyrating motion with his buttocks over the impaled young girl. He gradually withdrew his thick fleshy column, pulling it inch by inch from the moistly clasping confines of the girl's cunt, then thrusting obscenely forward, holding it there. Again he withdrew until the underside of the red bulbous cap was actually visible to the hypnotized Susan. Her mouth fell open in shocked disbelief: Jessica's long tapered legs wrapped suddenly around his nakedly rocking hips, her heels tight against the cheeks of his ass, straining to pull him back inside her. The cords on the insides of her thighs flexed tightly as she pushed her soft down-covered pelvis back up over the wetly glistening penis. Her sensuously hollowing buttocks rose spasmodically off the bed as she strove desperately to suck the thickness of the hotly throbbing cock back into the pink fleshy lips of her unsatiated cunt. A moist sluicing sound echoed across the room as she wantonly thrust her hungry loins up to him, her mouth-like pussy working warmly up its full length.
Jessica's buttocks had begun grinding faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, as the dazed, almost unknowing gaze of Susan remained fixed in obscene fascination on the strange coupling taking place on the bed. Jessica's insane forward and upward thrusts were received with an answering blow from the man's pelvis, ramming hard down into her, pile driving her back down into the squeaking mattress with a mighty surge. Belly slapped against belly, mouths kissed and sucked on protruding wildly flicking tongues, the sounds of hotly clasping and unclasping naked flesh continuing to reverberate weirdly through the moonlit room.
Jessica hurled obscenities at the man as she squirmed salaciously in the heat of lust below while he continued fucking rhythmically into her. Words like cunt, suck, and fuck that sent a forbidden tingling of guilt through Susan-words that had never had significance to her until now drummed ceaselessly into the watching girl's mind. And her fear seemed suddenly adrift in a flood of guilt-laden sensation: Why had she come here, what insane feminine masochism had made her acquiesce when the Reverend had invited her to this strange house? God, she was as fearful of her own unknown instincts as she was shocked by the debauched scene going on a few feet from the bathroom door! If this could happen to Jessica assuming that the girl had struggled at first, that those sounds of struggle were really groans of protest if Jessica could be driven to insane submission by this man, it could happen to anyone! Susan felt a slight electric tingle dart menacingly up between her own full thighs. My God, that could have happened to me last night with Jim.
She watched thunderstruck now as the man slid his hand down beneath the girl's sensuously swirling buttocks making crazy patterns in the sheets. The tip of his outstretched middle finger circled tantalizingly outside the rubbery ring of the tightly puckering anus. It circled there for a long teasing moment, playfully touching the exposed rear entrance, then suddenly brought another painful groan from the blonde girl, her voluptuous body suddenly wrenching forward. Susan could see the extended middle finger slip through the protective fleshy ring and disappear inside Jessica's tight little anus. Her buttocks gyrated up again and her legs kicked out; another tormented squeal came out, ghost-like, from the girl's mouth, and Susan could see her toes curling in lewd delight before the legs locked again, pumping viciously against both his cock and his finger rummaging obscenely inside her tightly clenched anal ring.
Susan shook violently now. Despite the chill in the air, a stream of perspiration rivuleted down her neck and between the large warmly tingling melons of her breasts. She knew she should leave; yes, return now to her bed and pull the covers over her head to seal out the depraved sounds. But she couldn't! Without moving, she shut her eyes. Again, she heard the girl's voice, in a deep groveling tone, as the man fucked his finger in and out of her rectum. Even with her eyes closed she could still see his long stiff rod as it thrust into Jessica's hotly gripping vagina and his viciously skewering finger screwing into the little anal passage. "Oh, oh, oh," came the guttural sounds from the bedroom.
Susan turned from the door. Halfway across the bathroom she froze in her tracks. Yes, she too had become excited, and she did not want to leave! A tiny smoldering spark had become ignited between her own legs, and she tried to clamp her softly trembling thighs close together, while at the same time not wanting the pleasure to stop.
She stepped onto the bathmat in the center of the room and pushed the spongy fabric across the floor with her bare feet to beside the bedroom door. Propping one leg against the doorjamb, she suddenly felt the shock of the house's cool night air wafting over her steaming cunt, giving her a new shudder of ecstasy. What on earth was happening to her? Up between her tightly clenched thighs her loins were pulsating in a strange way not unlike the way they had been filled with pleasurable sensation the night before when Jim's fingers were tantalizing them. She didn't understand it, couldn't understand it, much less comprehend why she had remained in the bathroom. She was almost in a mesmerized state now, the way people get after having concentrated on a hypnotist's dangling watch chain and fall into a deep trance. Her left hand slid down along her curvaceous young body, down the flat plane of her stomach to rest on her own pubic mound, to rest there, and then to begin to rub back and forth, back and forth through the silk material. She could feel her warm slippery moistness flowing down her eagerly trembling thighs, flowing freely from her wetly palpitating pussy. Her right hand fluttered up and landed on one of her ripe, straining breasts, and she squeezed its lust-hardened nipple, feeling it leap into an even greater erection at her caress.
As she touched herself, she peered once more at the nakedly writhing figures through the partially opened door. Their groaning was almost incoherent now, and their sweat streaked bodies thrashed about on the bed in wild wantonness. Susan's hands caressed the folds of her nightgown, touching the suppleness of her warm eager flesh beneath, and then she began gathering up the gauzy blue material, drawing it further and further up along her smoothly curving thighs until she finally revealed the triangular silkiness of her moistly quivering cunt. Holding the gown bunched at her waist, Susan lowered her right hand to the soft pubic mound and began to rub it as she had done before, knowing in a dim part of her consciousness that what she was doing was wrong, but unable to stop. Her outstretched middle finger timidly slid across the hair-lined furrow until it came into maddening contact with the erect little bud of her clitoris, and she circled her fingertip across the tiny pleasure center, bringing to it a new surge of warmly consuming pleasure. She could feel the moistness flowering gently from beneath the wet fleshy folds of her cuntal lips, and she lowered her finger, insinuating it into her tight little cunt. A moment later, her eyes rolling in ecstasy, she was working her finger in and out, in and out, with her thumb flicking at her hotly quivering clitoris.
Through the door she could see the man's huge, lewdly glistening cock ramming its way into Jessica's wetly clasping pussy, plunging through the soft pubic hair like a greased telephone pole. Susan had only known the young girl for a few short hours on the train, but suddenly she felt as though she understood every subtlety of Jessica's being. In her obscene act of fingering herself here in a house she had never been in before, a few feet away from the couple who were doing vile things to each other, she felt she had come to a kind of depraved understanding a primitive grasp of the forces that motivate people to such acts of personal defilement. And so she fucked herself with her own fingers, becoming both cunt and cock, wanting everything that the sensually writhing Jessica was getting, wanting to be split, yes she wanted to be fucked! Now she scolded herself for not letting Jim have her completely the previous night; how she would love him here now pumping his own long, cum-filled cock into her love starved passage!
"Yes, fuck me, Wilbur, you bastard, screw my cunt, screw my cunt!" she heard Jessica scream out from the next room. Susan could make out the large form of the man, his back arched up threateningly over the lushly naked girl who had wrapped her ankles about his smoothly pummeling buttocks. The girl's face was contorted into a lewd grimace now, and her eyes seemed to open and shut with each rapidly plunging stroke of his lust-thickened hardness.
"And dy'a like the way I got my finger stuck up your little asshole?" the man's coarse voice responded.
"Oh, yes, darling, oh, stick it in farther, make me feel good, make me hurt!" Susan, with conscious thought now, took her hand from her breast, and licked her finger on her moist little tongue, and reaching around under her full buttocks that were pressed sidelong against the wall beside the door, ran the tip of her left forefinger over the tiny puckered ring of her own anus. At the same time she watched while the man matched Jessica's wildly upthrusting gyrations of her pelvis with an equal fury, slamming his belly hard down into her, driving her back into the mattress with each mighty surge.
Susan shut out any knowledge that what she was doing was wrong, knowing that it made no difference if she felt guilt or not what mattered only was to reach her own climax before she went insane with the lust that seemed to be building, like a time bomb ready to explode inside of her.
She could see Jessica and the man pushed to the side of the bed, his hand thrust against her nakedly upraised buttocks as the girl's hand reached down and fondled the sperm-bloated sac of his balls. "Harder, Wilbur, you bastard, fuck harder, I'm almost ready to cum," she burst out Susan could see the girl's open wet mouth clasp around his lips, and could make out the length of his pink tongue splurging lewdly inside. Jessica strained back beneath him, buffeting her loins up against the grinding assault on her wildly spiraling cunt and anus, a fitful groan escaping between their mouths gripped in a death lock to each other. Her head flailed from side to side, the moonlight spilling through her tangled blonde hair. His naked, powerful body seemed to follow the obscene side to side and up and down gyrations, his head slipping from on top of her face until his face was pressed tightly into her neck. Again and again he rammed into the insanely thrashing girl, his fucking strokes becoming more rapid and causing the bedsprings beneath them to squeak obscenely as each thrust of his hotly pistoning penis brought the squealing Jessica closer to her release.
Susan pressed her body weakly against the threshold of the bathroom door. Her full white breasts jostled sensuously, and her whole curving frame quivered as electric ripples of erotic sensation swept into her, racing through the warmly throbbing lips of her vagina and into her ecstatically heaving belly. Her face colored crimson as she felt her own orgasm coming, building down below in a great roar; and she hung for a moment on the door, enjoying the lewd pulsings of pleasure that tingled obscenely in her finger filled rectum and wetly sluicing cunt. In front of her she saw the two wantonly writhing figures contort spasmodically on the sheet tangled bed. A low bestial groan escaped the man's lips as the girl's whitely gleaming legs slithered up around his back.
At the same time Susan could feel her own body begin to vibrate violently and the white hot juice of her release gushed around her worming fingers to cover her hand and stream warmly down her tingling thighs. A piercing scream reverberated through the next room, followed by a low male groan signaling that the fury of the couples' savage mutual orgasm had matched her own.
She stood there, her legs wearily quaking and her buttocks still swaying softly from side to side. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her wetly nibbling vagina until the last dying throbs of her climax had stilled within her body. At last she heard the door slam in the next room, jarring her back to consciousness. She peered through the cracked door and saw Jessica lying alone on the bed. The girl's legs were still parted and her knees raised as though she had been frozen in a position of fucking. Her face was turned in a blank stare toward the ceiling, and her hands were raised over her large full breasts in a gesture of complete satiation. Susan's fingers slipped moistly from her own satiated cunt, and slowly she turned from the door.
As she returned to her bed, pulling the warm covers over her still trembling body, she felt the final darkness of her guilt flood over her. Tomorrow, tomorrow, she would leave first thing in the morning. She did not know what had gotten into her in this ghostly house, but she was sure of one thing: she had to get out before something even more dreadful happened to her. Her tired body curled down beneath the heavy quilt and welcome sleep glided smoothly through her confused mind.
CHAPTER THREE
Susan awoke with the sound of rain striking loudly across the roof of the house. At first she lay still, her blurred eyes staring out the parted curtains hung over the window to the side of her bed. Through the grayness she could see the branches of a tree, blue-grey in the early morning light, and beyond she glimpsed the dim form of a mountain rising behind some buildings.
Where was she? The room was dark. The large enameled armory at the foot of her bed didn't look like the one at home, the powder blue one that she had pasted pictures of her favorite movie stars on when she was a child. No, she was somewhere else and there was even a different odor in the air. It smelled of dust and age, mixed with the scent of woodsmokebut there was something else. She tried to move onto her side, and then felt the strange rawness between her legs.
She drew herself up in the bed, pulling the sheets down from her breasts, catching the reflection of herself in the mirror on the armory door. Her pretty heart shaped face looked tired with a line or two beneath her blue almond shaped eyes, and her nightgown appeared mussed with a small tear at the neckline. She raised her hands and cupped the firmness of her breasts, running her fingers over the slightly sore nippled.
And then she remembered. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and remembered it all. The ride on the train, when she had met the Reverend and his cousin, and later on her own lewd masturbation while Jessica and the unknown man had twisted and writhed only a few feet away from her; and then finally her own uncontrollable release, as the sensations of lust had built into an insane crescendo and she had succumbed to her pent-up desires. Her inhibitions had given way, unexplainably, and with the fingers of one hand sluicing wetly into the hotly gushing portals of her cunt, while her other hand rammed obscenely in and out of the tightly clasping hole of her anus, she had come to orgasm. And that was what the odor was she smelled now, the scent of her own lust. And that rawness and vague feeling of being spent and used had come from touching herself. How she wished she had let Jim do those things the man had been doing to Jessica! It would have made up for watching the others last night, as though she had been masturbating herself in front of a pornographic movie. A woman's voice came from the rooms below. Outside the window she could hear the low groan of an automobile coming up the drive, and then there were men's voices and a door slammed shut. She rose quickly from bed and dressed rapidly in front of the bedroom mirror, resolving to have the Reverend drive her to school when they finished breakfast.
She ran a comb through her long satiny black hair. Yes, she did look pretty this morning with the dim light from the window shining silvery across her face. Her breasts were perfectly shaped cantaloupes pressing gently against the front of her blouse, and she noticed them blushingly. The sooner she got out of this house the better, she thought as she brushed out her hair, pulling it neatly back behind her shoulders. There was just one thing on her mind now and that was getting to campus and arranging her courses before Scott College began filling up with students. She gazed admiringly at her profile, flattening out the folds of her attractive pleated white blouse with her hands, and adjusted the belt on her blue miniskirt.
In the hall leading to the large darkened staircase she stopped again in front of the row of pictures she had noticed when she had been shown to her room the evening before. She saw now that they were ink drawings of naked figures gathered around a fire. In the center of one picture, stood an unclothed man with a crown which resembled a pair of bull's horns. Beside him, an obscenely squatting woman stared into the fire, her face contorted in an expression that looked like the grimace of passion that had lit up Jessica's face the preceding night. God, but the drawing was strange! Susan shuddered, and felt a chill race down the length of her spine. Behind the central figure of the man, the forms of men and women, all seemingly naked, blurred into each other. They appeared to be embracing, but it was difficult to tell as they were obscured by shadows. Susan's eyes refocused on the man. She tried to make out what he had clasped in his right hand that was thrust to his chest ... it looked like an inverted dagger, but examining it more closely she saw the shape of a cross that had been turned upside down.
Some primeval dread reverberated through her mind, causing the young girl to shudder, and quickly she made her way downstairs, where she found Jessica in the kitchen. Susan sat down at the table, still feeling dazed by what had happened to her the night before, and looked at the sensual young blonde uncomfortably.
"Can I be any help?" she offered, as Jessica set a plate of biscuits and some bacon in front of her.
"Just dig in," Jessica slapped her own hips. "There's plenty more where that came from." Susan forked a slab of bacon onto her plate and looked at it without appetite. The kitchen door to the living room slammed behind her and then she heard the Reverend's voice. "Looks like you're all set to get on down to school," he said and pulled up a chair at the end of the table.
"Yes, I would like to get on campus as soon as possible," she found it difficult to speak.
He reached in front of her lifting the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup. "You're in an almost unseeming hurry, my dear. Why don't you make yourself comfortable for the morning? I can bring you down to Scott this afternoon."
She watched him gulp down half his cup of coffee then wipe his mouth on his sleeve. "No, I don't think that would be sensible," she said flatly. "Honey," Jessica said, coming up behind Stonningham and staring at her, "it ain't gonna hurt ya if ya stay least until this afternoon." The girl was dressed in an outfit similar to the provocatively tight sweater and slacks of the day before. Her proudly uplifted breasts were pressed tightly against a skin-fitting turtleneck jersey, and a pair of jeans were molded over her well rounded buttocks, clinging sensuously in front to her prominent pubic mound so that every slight contour could be made out beneath the faded blue material.
"II really can't think of staying a minute longer," she managed, "it's not that I don't appreciate your hospitality, you understand...." Stonningham adjusted his black string tie around his neck and shrugged. "Jessica and I was talking about this last night after you went to bed. Frankly, my dear, we think the rest here would do you good."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I just can't. It's been very nice of you both, but I've already stayed too long."
"Look, honey, there ain't no reason to worry about a silly thing like stayin' till evening. Come dinner time Jason'll drive y'all up to Scott," Jessica sat down in front of her and refilled her cup.
The voluptuous blonde seemed to enjoy the game she was playing with Susan, and she bit into a biscuit and shifted her eyes to the Reverend and smiled. Jason, the man Jessica had mentioned, must have been one of Stonningham's sons, Susan thought. Perhaps it had been him she had heard in the driveway earlier that morning. She found herself wondering whether Jessica hadn't mentioned to him that she was staying in the house, but then she tried to push away the thought, knowing that there were too many confusing possibilities for her young and innocent mind to figure out.
"My eldest son is a fine young gentleman, if I must say so myself," the older man read her thoughts. "Not like so many of the new generation nowadays. He don't go in for none of that protestin' like the young folks up north."
Susan dropped her knife on her plate. "Reverend Stonningham, I would like to inform you that we're not all so easily categorized as you make out."
"Honey, don't get so uppity," the blonde girl leered across at her.
"I suppose I'll call a taxi," Susan said angrily, and began to rise from the table.
"Ain't no need to call a taxi," Jessica gestured for her to sit down. "Anyways, there ain't none in this one-horse town."
The older man laughed. "I'm afraid Jessica's right. So you will stay, at least til this evening, won't you?" Susan slumped in her chair and sighed. She folded her arms below the full mounds of her breasts and looked without appetite at her unfinished breakfast, wondering how on earth she would get out of here. She wanted to retrieve her bags right now and struggle with whatever she could carry to the station. Yes ... there must have been a train leaving sometime in the morning, and it would be better for her to be down at the depot than staying any longer with the strange people in this weird house.
The Reverend stood from the table and faced the window. Outside, it was raining. A faint luster of sunlight filtered through the clouds, shining dully on the roof of a barn behind the kitchen. Gazing at the somberly dressed minister, Susan noticed, for the first time, the man's large manly frame. If he hadn't acted so offensively he might have been attractive in a fatherly way, she thought. She watched him shift his weight nervously from one foot to the other and then turn around.
"I see the boys coming from the barn right now. Jason'll be glad to show y'all around as soon as he gets his chores done," he said.
The screened door to the kitchen sprung open and two men dressed in denims, their arms filled with firewood, strode in.
"These here are my boys," Stonningham announced. "The tall one is Jason, and the short fella who looks like he's standing in a stump hole is Wilbur." Susan recognized the short stocky man with a scar running the length of his cheek as the man who had been with Jessica the night before. She remembered the girl shouting his name and urging him to do obscene things to her, and she wondered if the Reverend had any idea what was going on. God, he was repulsive, Susan thought. Her stomach sunk in disgust when she recalled how she had touched herself as Wilbur had rammed his long thick cock into the girl's moistly sucking vagina. Now he stood only inches from her, his thumbs thrust lewdly into the front pockets of his jeans. His yellow eyes beaded arrogantly on her ripe young body, while the Reverend gazed at the two sons approvingly. Susan forced a smile. Wilbur muttered something under his breath and then smirked at Jason, who grinned and looked at Susan. As though receiving an expected message, Jessica's face then brightened and she nodded her head almost imperceptibly.
"Jason, I was just sayin' how nice it'd be if you and Susan took a short ride in the country. Nice morning with this rain clearing up, seems a shame to stay indoors," Stonningham said.
Jason grunted and began piling the firewood in neat stacks in front of the stove.
"Jason Stonningham," the Reverend seemed irritated, "You hear what I say?"
Wilbur leered at Susan, then looked at his older brother. "Jason ain't saying anything, Pa," he guffawed.
"My eldest son is known to be shy," the Reverend apologized. "He went to college for a semester, but I don't guess you'd ever notice it, would ya Jason?" Jason adjusted the iron door on the stove and pushed several pieces of kindling inside. Then he balled up some newspaper and put it in with the firewood. "Ain't no reason to tell the poor girl the history of my life," he rose from his kneeling position in front of the stove.
"Anyways, I didn't take to the university like most folks." He came up to his father and patted the older man on the back. The Reverend grinned. "Would have made a fine minister, if it weren't for the fact that my wife, Jenny, passed away, rest her soul. He came back from college t' give me an' Wilbur help on the farm."
It seemed to Susan as though Keverenu was placing his two sons on display in front of her ... looking at Jason's tall lean frame, with his strongly muscled forearms extending from his rolled up shirt sleeves, her face colored over in embarrassment.
"I got some chores t' do," Wilbur winked at his father. "I ain't got all morning to stand around and chew the rag." Jessica, the elder Stonningham, and Wilbur turned from the table, leaving Susan still seated. She rose abruptly from her chair, sensing that they had prearranged their hasty exit so she could be alone with Jason.
Jessica took Wilbur's arm and disappeared out the kitchen door, followed by the Reverend who was close behind. The older man stopped as he got out the door. "Now, you two have a good time. Jason, ya be a gentleman to the girl, hear?" And then he was gone.
"Don't pay no heed to Pa," Jason said standing over her. "He gets funny sometimes. Wants everybody to be right at home. Trouble is, he makes ya feel downright uncomfortable, the way he don't let up. Ain't no harm in him, I don't guess."
Susan bent over the table and began clearing off the dishes. Jason watched her as she carried the breakfast bowl of unfinished biscuits and plates to the sink. She set the plates on the counter beside an old fashioned pump, and placed the leftovers in a cupboard above. Then, she pressed down on the pump handle to get some water, but it did not move.
"Let me give ya a hand with that," Jason said. He moved beside her and pushed his arm around her shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his body as his large hand grasped around hers and his neck brushed her cheek. He was brazenly pressing against her now, almost embracing her, and she wanted to thrust him away, but she knew it would be silly if she tried.
"I is there any reason you have to come so close to me? I mean, I can do it myself," she blurted out. He continued playing with the pump handle until he had adjusted the catch on top. Then he pushed her hand down with his own and a stream of water gushed from the spigot, splashing over the dirty dishes in the sink.
"Thank you," she pivoted on one foot and raised her arm to brush a strand of hair from her eyes.
"You sure are funny," he guffawed and gave her a lewd slap on the buttocks. "Ya'd think ya'd never been close up to a man before, the way you was shakin'."
"Don't touch me, don't you ever touch me like that," she snapped in anger and humiliation. "I ain't that ignorant about you college girls. I know about y'alls free sex. Can't stand to have a man six feet from ya before ya got ants in your pants," his hand went to her shoulder.
Now Susan's will to remain cool and distant was vanishing. She pulled away from his grasp and turned to the sink, lifting down a tin of soap from a ledge above the stove. As she rinsed the dishes and began running a dishcloth over the breakfast plates, she scolded herself inwardly for not refusing to accompany the Reverend and Jessica last night. She wondered what Jim would say when she told him the story of how these crude mountain people had kept her in their house against her will. Knowing him, he'd probably remark that it served her right for being so damn innocent and naive.
"Ya gonna take all day on the one plate?" Jason laughed from behind her. "Get away, will you!" she slammed her fist hard against the sink, and some soap suds splattered across the front of her white pleated blouse, dampening the rounded tips of her breasts. She flecked off the tiny line of foam with a towel and glared at him.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him going to the table and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Why don't you let them dishes set," he said. "Ya can do the rest when we come back. I'd hate t' disappoint the old man, and tell him I didn't take ya out for a drive."
"I don't think so," she set the frying pan on a drying board beside the sink. "I'm afraid your father might come back."
"Ain't no reason I can't drive ya up to school myself," he grinned. He put his hand on her arm and she pulled away. Then he grabbed her again and he was arming her out the kitchen door and forcing her down the rainslick steps leading into the side yard. When they drove out from beneath the covering of trees she felt the sun strike warmly against her cheek. The clouds had parted and she could see a patch of clear blue sky opening over the North Georgia mountains.
Jason drove quickly to a lookout point and parked the pickup. He began talking. It seemed as if he would never stop. In spite of herself, Susan listened feeling an empathy for the backwoodsman.
"I never thought I'd come back to stay with Pa," he said, lighting a cigarette. "But after Ma died there was only him and Wilbur. The Reverend never was any good at chores around the house. His head was always filled with crazy ideas 'bout building a church around these parts."
Still slightly angry, Susan accepted a cigarette from him and blew the smoke out her open window. Below the lookout point, she could see the entire range of the lower Alleghenies spread out like a rumpled blue quilt before them. The valleys were still filled with mist, but the higher peaks were clearly outlined in bright arcs of morning sunshine.
"I learned pretty quick that stayin' alive around these parts mean's bein' smarter than the next fella," he laughed. "But a helluva lot of good that did me! 'Spose I'm like cousin Jessica. When I was sixteen I was caught stealin' a car and they gave me a year in the state reformatory. After I was released they sent me back for another six months for gettin' a girl in trouble. Statutory rape, they called it. Christ, I gotta laugh when I think about it! Who the hell got who in trouble?"
Susan watched him stub out his cigarette on the dashboard ashtray. She didn't say anything. They had talked for less than an hour and he had been opening up to her as though they were already close friends. If he felt that way about her, she thought, there was nothing she could do about it. But she couldn't forget the scene last night when Jessica had given herself to his younger brother. Nor could she erase those strange drawings that hung in the hall outside her room from her mind. Of course none of this had anything to do with Jason, at least not directly. Still, the idea of his being in that house with the other three relatives filled her with a strange apprehension.
"How did you happen to go to college?" she looked at him. He lit another cigarette. "It ain't just you smart-ass northern folks who get to go to college," he said sarcastically. "I got good grades in high school, when I went. The Reverend thought he could get somethin' outta me and my brain, so's he sent me down to the University. Goddamn quick career, though, weren't it?"
They sat in silence watching the haze burn off the hills below them. Now the sky was completely clear of clouds and the September sun shone on the tops of trees, transforming their rain dampened dullness into a brightly shining curtain of autumn reds and golds.
Jason let out a deep audible sigh and slid across the front seat until he was almost touching her. She tried not to notice it, but she trembled at his closeness, and her hand was shaking as she brought the cigarette to her lips. She could hear his breathing grow heavier as his arm came to rest across her shoulders, and she gave a start when she felt his hand brush gently against her hotly flushed cheek.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she pressed herself violently against the door. "I I'm not like that girl you got into trouble. Jason, I hope you know that!" He did not remove his hand, but continued moving down the softness of her neck until it rested beneath her chin just above the open collar of her blouse. "Christ, like I said, you ain't no different from the rest of them women down at college. You're all for a heart to heart talk, but when it comes to showin' how ya feel about a person, you're all fidgety and ready to scream rape or any such thing!"
Susan reached to pull the man's hand away from the front of her blouse, but it remained, fixed there. She grabbed the door handle, but his other hand flashed across her lap and the iron grip of his fingers pried it loose. At the same time he began moving his hand down from her neckline toward the full half-spheres of her breasts, and her heart commenced to beat with frightening rapidity until she thought it would burst through her chest.
She was trapped!
She wanted to scream but she knew it would be useless. They had driven through open country without a soul around and she knew if she made another violent attempt to escape, it would only irritate him, and provoke him to do something which might be more humiliating to her. She must gather her thoughts, but it was practically impossible now, for he began to brush the smoothly uplifting shape of her breasts so that she could feel the tips of his fingers pressing tenderly against her tingling nipples.
"Why don't we just talk. No, Jason, don't you understand I don't want you to do that to me!"
"Damn you," he said hoarsely, not removing his fingers that continued to play over her ripely rounded breasts. "You can't get it into your head that it don't make no difference to me what you want."
Now she knew that the long involved story he had told had little to do with any human feeling he had for her. She had read about naive and innocent girls being coaxed unsuspectingly into situations like this, and she was aware that she had been duped; just as those anonymous victims she had read about in the newspapers had been disarmed by the apparent charity of their abductors. She had been taken in by Jason's boyish charm. That child-like sincerity of his was nothing more than a means of bringing her into a false state of security and self confidence. She saw him undo the first button on her blouse, and again she raised her hand to have it slapped violently away.
"God, what on earth do you think I am," she wrenched her elbow into his ribs. He seized her chin and thrust her head back so that her face was staring into the roof of the truck. His other hand slid up from her left breast and tightened around her neck until she thought she could not breathe.
"Listen, you northern bitch! You keep up this whining, and it ain't gonna be as pleasant as I'd like it to be." Susan went limp. Still holding her by the neck, he reached under the front seat and brought out a full liquor bottle. He opened it, still holding her captive and raised the bottle to his lips. He drank long, emptying almost a quarter of its contents, then jammed the lip of the bottle against her mouth. "Drink it, if ya know what's good for ya," he commanded.
She clenched her lips tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the terrible tasting substance, but he lifted her head by the hair so that she could not escape it. He pressed harder, forcing her mouth open. The hot burning liquid sizzled down inside her, and she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the bottle forcing even more down the narrow confines of her throat.
'A�'Damn, I told ya you'd drink. See, honey, there ain't hardly nothin' to it." He removed the bottle for an instant, giving her the chance to regain her breath. Then he was pressing it into her mouth again, and she felt like a child being forced fed. At first, it almost made her sick, but with each gradual bit forced down her, it began to deaden her feelings. She found herself almost wishing he would return it to her as he took a sip. When he brought it to her lips again she needed no urging to swallow. Soon it began slowly, but perceptibly, to deaden-her sense of dread. A dread of what was almost certain to come.
Between long gulps at the bottle, Jason let his hands play over the smoothly rounded contours of her buttocks. Pulling her forward by the neck with his hand so that she sat somewhat awkwardly on the edge of her seat, he could run his fingers down the length of her slightly arched back until they came to rest on her ass cheeks pressing sensuously against the clinging material of her skirt. In spite of the deadening effects of the alcohol, she still tried desperately to squirm away.
"Ya like that ol' moonshine, don't ya?" he pressed his lips into the softness of her silken black hair.
"I-I, oh God, why are you doing this to meeeee?" she heard herself cry out.
"Now, you tellin' me you ain't gonna enjoy what I'm gonna do to ya?" She looked down at his jeans and noticed an obvious bulge at his loins. His erection had pushed the blue denim up so that it looked as though the stiffness of his lust thickened penis would burst through his pants. God, it was an obscene sight, she thought through the pale of her forced intoxication. She was not yet drunk, but she could feel the effects of the whiskey slowly changing the speed of her reactions to things. She no longer felt capable of resisting him violently, but she knew that persuasion had gotten her nowhere; the sight of the lewd protuberance made her feel all the more helpless and confused, and as his hand continued to caress the cupped half-moons of her buttocks she felt a strange crazy fluttering deep inside of her stomach. It intensified as she felt his hand wedge itself down below her ass cheeks to touch the quivering softness of her thighs. Her face ached slightly and her throat became bone dry.
"Stop that, oh, pleeeeaaassee, don't touch me like that," she lifted her legs and banged her knee on the door handle, sending a sharp crack of pain through her thighs.
For a moment she thought the minister's son had finally come to his senses. He removed his hand from beneath her tightly clenched buttocks. But this motion was only preparatory to something else. She glimpsed a depraved, almost satanic look in Jason Stonningham's eyes, as though he was running through his mind all the things he would do to her.
"Sweety, I just gotta fuck ya, there ain't no doubt about it!" And then his hand was on her blouse again, ripping the pleated white cotton loose so that it fluttered uselessly off her shoulders. Forcibly, he yanked it down to her waist, exposing the resilient white mounds of her breasts clothed in a form fitting almost transparent white brassiere. Instinctively, her hands flew up to cover her partial nakedness.
"No, don't, d-don't touch me again," she struggled back from him, but her piteous supplications were cut short again as he heaved his body across the seat until his torso was on top of her. She felt his rough hands plunge into the cotton clad softness of her breasts, and she reacted by jamming her knee into his legs, attempting to strike him in the groin. And that was her mistake. She felt his frame stiffen. She cried out, but her groans were muffled back deep down in her throat by the obscene splurge of his wetly parted lips against her mouth. The backwoodsman had her pinned down now lengthwise across the front seat of the pickup, and he adjusted her shoulders so that she was splayed out on the cushions completely at his mercy.
"Honey, I don't mean to hurt ya. But if ya try any more kicking I just might have to be unpleasant," he glowered down at her. She could see by his expression of implicit and threatening violence that he was totally serious. There was a menacing glimmer in his steel-blue eyes that she knew could be released with disastrous consequence if she continued to struggle. But even as she vowed to herself to remain as still as was possible, she found herself lurching spasmodically against the seat cushions when his hand began lifting the hem of her skirt.
His free hand, came flashing down in a wide arc to slap her cheek, pounding the back of her head against the door. "Lord-a-mighty," he snorted, "I told ya t' keep still. Next time it's gonna hurt."
She began sobbing as he bunched up the material of her miniskirt between her thighs. There was a low tearing noise as he ripped the thin fabric loose, fanning up the full length of her full firm thighs and over the rounded panty white smoothness of her loins. She did not move until his thumbs pulled hard against her hips.
"Lift up, goddamit, so's I can pull the thing off." At his command, she raised her fearfully trembling buttocks just enough for him to wriggle her skirt up over her hips to the narrow indentation of her waist. Slowly, he raised the torn garment over the flat plane of her stomach, pulling it until it lay across the wide spaced breasts. All the while his eyes clung to each new tantalizingly smooth portion of her lush young body as it came into view. Obviously beyond the point where he could take the gradual disrobing, he made a quick upward motion of his hands and flung the skirt over her head until it fell across the seat behind her head. Now the only things that separated him from her naked body were his own clothes and her little white nylon panties and brassiere.
"Jeeeee-zus Christ!" he murmured, as he gazed down at her voluptuously trembling figure lying lengthways on the front seat of his pickup. His hands moved almost dream-like to her waist where they rested for a moment. From the bright light of the sun he could see silken tufts of softly curling dark pubic hair protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the legbands. The line of her hips, gently curving down to the spectacular sweep of her long lithe legs, stood out in her half reclining posture as though beckoning him to enter her.
Susan was insane with fear now. Even with the dazing effect of the whiskey she could not protect her consciousness from the searing truth of what was happening to her.
She was going to be taken by this man! He was going to rape her! Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the horrifying realization of what was in store for her in the next few moments. And the worst of it was she just had to lie there in front of him and wait for it to happen! There was nothing in her small universe that could save her now. Her fate had been sealed when she had been naive enough to accompany the Reverend and Jessica to his house.
Good God, if only she hadn't been so utterly foolish! If only she had gone straight to school rather than been so weak willed both last night and this morning! A thousand 'ifs' echoed disconnectedly through her confused and tortured mind when she was abruptly thrust back into brutal reality by the touch of Jason's hand coursing up her naked thigh. He raised his palm slowly, moving it gently over the creamy whiteness of her flesh, and then let it rest for a moment just below the rise of her pubic mound. His eyes smoked down at the luscious sight of virginal cunt barely visible beneath the flimsy fabric of her little white panties, and then his hand slid up further over her hips and gripped at the elastic waist band. Her skin was naked there, and she quivered as she sensed his next movement before it happened.
"Ya just look too goddamn good to be true," he said with lewd appreciation. He pressed in closer to her, and she wriggled shamefully at the nearness of his body to hers. She could smell the odor of sweat in his clothes and could feel his breathing grow deeper as he began roving his hands over the gently quivering contours of her breasts beneath her brassiere. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was broken only by the thin white brassiere straps that laced across her back, and the flimsy nylon panties that stretched tightly over her hips and buttocks that were thrust so harshly against the cool leather of the seat. She could feel his loins press more tightly now against her panties, and she abruptly became aware of the wet circle of seminal fluid that spotted his pants, seeping through the coarse denim material. It felt warm and sticky against her groin, and as she tried to swivel her hips away, his hand slapped her face once again.
"That'll teach ya t' hold still. Now you be a good girl. This ain't gonna hurt. It'll feel real good to ya once my college-trained prick gets inside that sweet little cunt of yours."
He locked his head into a rigid position with one hand while his other snaked over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without prior warning, it snapped apart and her full young breasts, large and resilient, fell free.
She let out a deep groan as he wrenched the useless article of underwear from her back and the two large half-spheres came into hard direct contact with his chest. Her nipples brushed against him and at once sprung into a defensive hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the coolness of the material. She did not hesitate to look into the crazed man's eyes now. She wanted to know, at least, what he would do to her next, even if it meant the dreadful fear that came with such knowledge. She saw a sinister glint of appreciation that predicted something even more horrible than she had previously imagined. Yes, there was an animal-like violence in this man that was both cunning and deliberately malicious. He leaned across the seat away from her, raising the half empty bottle of liquor from the floor.
"Drink some. I think ya need a little more t' warm yourself up," he rammed the mouth of the bottle against her tightly closed mouth, bruising her lips. She did as he directed, turning the bottle on its side and gulped from it almost gratefully. Then, miraculously, as she saw him readjust his weight on the seat alongside her, she got her chance. He was fumbling with his belt buckle now, trying to unloose the clasp from his waist and pull down his pants. His eyes focused on his hands as he pulled the thick leather strap from the denim loops on his jeans. She bit down hard on her lower lip, gathering up all her courage, then struck the side of the bottle hard against his face. A sharp bellow of pain rasped from his throat and, as she wormed her body violently down the seat and opened the door, she glimpsed a trickle of blood running down his cheek.
And then she was running across the open clearing behind the truck. She could hear him curse and fumble with his clothing, but she did not look back. She suddenly felt strangely light-footed like a deer fleeing from its hunter as she crashed through a thicket and came out into another clearing on the other side of the road. Naked, except for her nylon panties, she could hear Jason lunging and cursing through the foliage to the rear and right of her. Her bare feet dug painfully into the rocky ground, and her large full breasts were jostling obscenely with each leap she made over stumps and fallen trees in her path. It did not occur to her where she would go; all that mattered now was that she escape him before he could do anything more to her.
"Bitch," she heard him shout behind her, "I get hold of you and you're gonna pay, you're gonna pay, ya hear me!" She strained, trying to run faster, trying to escape the coarse horrible man she could hear gaining on her. There was not a single doubt what would happen to her when she was caught and now the fear of rape had become replaced by an overwhelming awareness of mortal violence. She was running uphill now and the foliage thickened, scratching her legs and arms and brushing painfully against the sensitive mounds of her nakedly jiggling breasts. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and her legs felt as though the muscles would snap from the awful distance she had run. She kept her eyes straight ahead and looked without hope at the rise of another hill just above the summit of the one she had almost climbed. She heard him scrambling in a slight depression of ground to her right, and she could see the saplings that grew alongside the gully shake as he continued up the side of the incline.
"Ain't nothin' I won't do to ya now," she heard him curse, and then saw his face, bloody from where she had struck him with the bottle appear to the right in front of her.
"Oh, God help me!" she screamed, and bolted around. An obscene roar of laughter came from Jason, echoing through the wilderness silence, and she knew at once that she was lost. She lurched down through the tangle of briars and heavy undergrowth, a last spurt of adrenalin giving her a burst of energy. Now she could hear him directly behind her.
His hand reached out and grasped at her hair flowing in the morning breeze behind her.
He missed! She felt the roughness of the ground tear at her feet as she spun her legs to increase her distance from the sex crazed woodsman. And then she was falling, slipping over a pile of rocks, before sliding several feet through a thick matting of ferns. She felt his hand touching her ankle, and she kicked back at him, trying to rise, but he landed in a tackle on her knees, slamming her naked young body brutally into the ground.
CHAPTER FOUR
Susan Porter stared with horror stricken eyes into the blood-stained face of Jason looming over her. There was nothing she could do now. All hope had been lost in the final struggle for freedom, and all she could pray for was that this sex-crazed human being would finish whatever he wanted to do to her as quickly as possible.
"Now, that weren't too nice what you did back there," he said with an unsettling tenderness. "I don't take t' women who go in for cuttin' up their men before they fuck 'em. But I gotta hand it to ya. Ya put up a pretty good fight."
She realized now that he had no intention of taking her back to the truck. Here, in the secluded thicket halfway up the mountain, no one would see them and he was free to let her scream and howl as much as she desired. His fingers dug into her arms and his knees pried her tightly clenched thighs apart until she lay spread-eagled beneath him. With one hand still holding firmly to her left arm, he reached down and with his free fingers undid his belt and unbuckled his jeans. The obscene sound of his zipper being undone struck her ears. She felt him struggling to pull the denims over his hips, and watched as he kicked them vigorously from his feet, hearing them thud in the shrubbery behind them. The hard rigidity of his cock stuck out like an obscenely throbbing serpent from beneath his shorts, poking against the flimsy nylon softness of her panties.
"Reach down and pull them off," he said, grabbing her hand and placing her fingers on the waistband of his underwear. Too frightened to disobey, she did as he commanded. The bulbous head of his long hard cock brushed lewdly against the top of her hand, leaving a slight trail of warm lubricant down to her wrist when she slid his shorts across his thighs. His own hand did the rest of the work, tossing the shorts into the bushes where his jeans had landed moments before and pulling off his shirt to become completely naked. Despite herself, she found her eyes lighting on the huge fleshy shaft jutting up from his loins. With his hands placed in a push up position on either side of her nakedly trembling body, he was levered up sufficiently for her to get a complete look at his elongated hardness. She shuddered at the sight of his thick hard cock standing like a heavy blunt spear between their bellies.
"Like that honey?" he smiled, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to. He was a sadist, and she watched like a trapped insect the faint cruel glint glowing in his eyes.
"Bet ya never seen no cock like this'n," he gloated, watching the tortured expressions of transfixing fear and shame flicker across the captive coed's face like some ever-changing mirror that reflected her rising dread expectation. Susan tried to speak but she couldn't. She watched with her mouth agape as the man reached down and began to stroke himself before her. It was horrible, but she was unable to remove her eyes from the sight of him jerking the fleshy foreskin back and forth over the blood filled head of his massive penis. My God it was thick!
Even though she was paralyzed with fear, she discovered herself thinking about how any girl could take such a thing inside her vagina without being split completely apart. He was clearly proud and self-satisfied with the obscene enormity of his hardness, and she wondered how many women, unsuspecting like herself, had been subjected to its ravishing as she was bound to be in a few short minutes. Hypnotized by its long palpitating length jerking over her loins, she was caught unaware when his hand dropped to her panties and his finger inserted itself in the elastic waistband. He pulled them almost reverently over the softness of her full rounded buttocks and peeled them down to her ankles.
Susan felt the cool air rush around her defenselessly exposed genitals, the sensation making her even more painfully aware of her impending rape. She lay beneath him naked like some white slave of love while he began to inch his hard lean body down her own, his moist tongue stopping at the nipple of her left breast to suck for an instant, before trailing to the flat white plane of her belly. She shifted her weight, and her movement was mistaken by Jason as another attempt to escape; his hand fisted around her waist for an instant, but when she whimpered in fright, he continued down her lush young body, his lips pressing hotly into the cringing flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact sent a chill racing the length of her spine, and she automatically raised her ripely rounded buttocks in discomfort. Mistaking this new motion of hers for a sign of surrender, Jason dropped his lips to the "vee" of her loins, gently spreading the soft dark pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his quivering red tongue into the moistly flowering slit of her vagina.
Susan gave a jolt from the sudden electrifying contact between his hot mouth and the gleaming bud of her erect little clitoris, involuntarily lifting her legs again and turning onto her side to escape. Jason lost his balance as she tumbled across the slight incline away from him, but he was quickly on his knees and seized her by the ankle. He leaped forward, the weight of his chest striking against her lower abdomen and sending her flopping back against fern and grass-covered clearing. Jason clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs and shimmied down until his face was once more directly over the soft hair-lined lips of the prone girl's cunt. Legs spread wide apart and eyes open in abject terror, she began struggling again, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her quivering widespread thighs leering up at her between her large upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast.
The moistly glistening flesh of her nakedly exposed cuntal lips was offered up to his gloating mouth in defenseless sacrifice. She lay unable to move on the fern covered ground, her shame and humiliation complete, as she watched his tongue obscenely circling his lips in anxious preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
She could feel his hot breath graze against her fearfully quivering vagina, sending shivers of repugnance through her lower abdomen shivers that seemed to ripple warmly out onto the hardened nipples of her breasts. She watched as he nudged closer to her soft down-covered pubic mound, placing his palms flat against the inside of her trembling young thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, he slowly drew the ragged pink pussy lips apart, exposing the moistly palpitating slit to the mercy of his gaze. He leered at it gloatingly for an instant and then with a bestial moan he lowered his head and wormed the long wet length of his tongue into the warmly throbbing walls of her virginal pussy.
The sudden change from pain and brutality to a feeling of tenderness caught Susan off guard, in spite of her resistance. She had accustomed herself to being manhandled by this man, but now, as his warmly licking tongue slipped gently forward, almost caressing the blushing folds of vaginal flesh, an erotic sensation too powerful to ignore began to erupt down below. She tightly clenched her buttocks together against the pressure he was exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off from her, but still kept up a constant outward tension against her legs, until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and relaxed, bit by bit.
Jason could see a slight moisture forming and glistening wetly on her inflamed cuntal folds. With the lessening of the pain and shock from. their struggle only moments before, he saw her ease her thighs wider and wider apart. He had known that it would be only a matter of time until she would succumb to the ministrations of his tongue on the warm inner flanges of her cunt, but he had no idea it would happen so soon! He found himself wondering whether the liquor he had forced her to drink had any effect on her ... but his mind drifted back, intoxicated by the warmly perfumed odor of sweetness that wafted enticingly out from her tight young pussy to his tensely flaring nostrils. Again, he snaked his tongue into the smooth pink cleavage of flesh, and felt her attempt to move before lying acquiescent when his fingers pressurized for a moment on her thighs. He let his tongue rest there, just below the tiny pleasure bud at the top of her wetly trembling pussy, accustoming the girl to its warm wet contact ... she was becoming quiet now, and her movements were not attempts to escape but were reflexes from the torturing touch of his hands and his tongue against the sensitive softness of her most secret parts.
He raised his mouth, almost imperceptibly, so that the tip of his tongue rested over the tiny erect bud of her clitoris, then flicked it softly back and forth. The girl sighed and let her muscles that had been so keyed against the torture relax into a loose tranquility that increased a thousand fold with the strange new pleasure. Did she know what he was doing to her? Jason wondered. He could feel her clitoris grow erect as he began feathering his tongue lightly over the moistly palpitating nub of her pleasure.
Jason could feel his impatiently throbbing cock spring into further hardness, his own lust increasing in proportion to Susan's mounting arousal, and he had to hold himself back from thrusting the length of his massive male organ into her tight little cunt at that very moment. This was too goddamn good to be true, he thought, but he had to be gentle with this bitch if he was to taste the victory of her complete surrender to him. He had been smart telling her that sob story about his lifeand even that little scuffle back in the truck had added some spice to the adventure. But, Christ, he didn't want to blow the whole thing now by fucking her when the time wasn't exactly right. He increased the pressure of his tongue, thinking how nice it was to have a pair of smooth white thighs pressed warmly about his shoulders. But then he felt her clench her legs tightly together in automatic rejection to the strange unknown probe.
The pressure remained, gentle, and lingered as Susan's dazed mind puzzled over it. She had watched him move his head down between her creamily smooth thighs and had seen his face push over her mound, but she had no idea what he was doing except knowing it was depraved and obscene. Yes, she had heard from some of her more sophisticated girl friends in high school about how men sometimes kissed girls up between the legs, but she couldn't believe it was happening to her! She knew that the liquor he had forced into her had been enough to make her drunk, but she had thought the struggle up the mountainside had diminished its effects, but apparently it hadn't. Was that the reason she couldn't stop the movement of his tongue inside her legs from feeling so good? God, she wanted it to stop! She could take anything, even Jason Stonningham's cruel brutality, but she could not confront the reality of her steadily mounting pleasure.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, and her buttocks abruptly relaxed as a great feeling of warmth and peace suddenly flowered through her. She gazed down at the gently bobbing head between her thighs, and she was possessed of the desire to clasp his head in her hands and thrust his hotly working mouth tighter to her rapidly awakening loins. What was happening to her! Another long mewl escaped from her lips as she let herself be ravished by his obscenely flicking tongue. Now there was only the light, rising sensation of floating ... of floating on a soft, fleece-covered cloud whose very presence belied the nearness of danger. I must try to escape him, she thought. She just would not let him bring her to this state of shameless arousal where she could not control her own lascivious reactions to his madly probing tongue. She tried to swivel her hips away from him, but again his hands fisted into her sensitive upper thighs, shooting a brittle slice of pain into her tensed muscles. The pain reminded her of the threats Jason had made as he had chased her when she had escaped the truck. Yes, he must be crazy the stories he had told her of his life in the state reformatory attested to that and she was excruciatingly conscious of his strange animal viciousness that needed only a few more provocations to be unloosed upon her.
The nakedly captive coed squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her thighs so that she couldn't slip away. With one quick rush of his thick wet tongue, he thrust it forward between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt and began orally fucking her. Suddenly, a warm flooding feeling, as of a thousand tiny working fingers entering her and caressing her secret parts, pulsed tantalizingly through her young loins. She jerked downward over the soft covering of ferns, arching her back to withdraw from her own pleasure; yet another involuntary spasm of delight ground her buttocks back up toward him, and she quickly screwed her hotly palpitating vagina into his face. Her hungry wet pussy contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue sunk deep inside her. Her breath exploded into the clear mountain air in small quick gasps that muffled themselves into tiny mewling grunts, twisting her face so that she could see him working wildly below. He began a sudden curling and flicking of his tongue rapidly in and out of her warmly clasping vaginal passage, pushing his tongue and lips closer, then withdrawing smoothly to lick crazily across the exposed little folds of cuntal flesh. Her buttocks swayed, churning sensuously in the matting of foliage beneath her.
"Oooooh, nooo," she groaned, half in protest and half in uncontrollably building lust. She was no longer capable of withholding herself. All she wanted and needed was a cessation of that pleasure. Gone now was the last vestige of her pride that had held her in good stead for so many years; she had been reduced to his level, to Jason's animal plane of consciousness, and she emitted a deep sustained groan when his wetly fucking tongue snaked out from the warm clasping confines of her cunt. He again found her hard throbbing clitoris and licked, gleefully sucking and teasing at it with his teeth, while she wantonly writhed and ground her buttocks below him in a lewd dance of desire.
"Ooooooh, God, Oooooh," she intoned, her entire being completely without control from the rhythmic sucking of her loins. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically, and she increased the speed of her abandoned movement up against his thrusting tongue. Gone were all inhibitions. From some dark part of her mind she knew she was doing wrong, but she didn't care. Yes, her dazed mind recorded as though in a dream, he's fucking my cunt with his mouth. This man I've only known for one morning is licking me and God, Oh God, how I like it. Even my breasts feel good, yes, they feel so nice and warm ... warm when he licks me up between my legs.
Her hands curled down into his hair with a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten was any thought of Jim back in Atlanta, or the remembrance of the strange way Jason had thrust himself upon her. There was no pain, and neither was there humiliation. All that mattered were the delicious ripples of pleasure piercing through her nakedly squirming flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire. Her eyes blanked, her vision reduced to a catatonic stare into the upturned branches of a tree rising above them.
Jason peered up over the lewdly swaying mounds of her firm young breasts, watching her face contort in rapturous abandonment. This proud bitch was finally his, he gloated. He knew there was no more slow teasing or titillating to be done. She was just like any other countrywoman he might pick up and throw a fuck to; screaming to be fucked and licked like he was doing now by any man she could get her hands onto.
Slowly, he raised his head, forcing it from the tight restrictive grasp of her hands and kneeled up between her open thighs.
"Ain't it time we got down t' business?" he breathed. "I think ya might like it now if I fucked ya." He smiled when he saw her cringe back in the ferns. She closed her eyes tight and lifted her hands from the sides of his head, stripped naked and defenseless against his cold cruel gaze. He stayed there between her wide open thighs, letting his eyes fall on the rapidly rising and falling orbs of her breasts. Then he bent down, levering himself on the ground until his mouth came to the erect little nipple of her left breast.
He bit down harshly on it, and she groaned in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture; but his hands, playing over the warm naked softness of her thighs and hips, held her tight. His mouth began roaming wetly over the full fleshed white mounds, kissing one nipple and then brushing his moistly eager lips over the hardening bud of the other breast.
"What a goddamn beautiful pair of tits," he groaned, and sucked on it again, sending a twitch of blissful sensation that descended feather-like to her pubic mound below. Her ripely quivering buttocks began a soft grinding on the ground beneath them, setting up a lewdly stirring sound that whispered through the mountain clearing. She found it impossible to stop that lascivious tingling in her lust-moistened loins, and as his hand came into nerve shattering contact with her hotly throbbing cuntal lips, she groaned out long and deep, and thrust her hips up wantonly against his fingers.
"Spread your legs wide, honey. Big Daddy's comin' in now." Trembling with a mixture of fear and lewd anticipation, the naked young girl parted her thighs. Jason's fingers slid down her wetly glistening vaginal slit until they rested at the hot pulsing portal of her cunt. With his other hand, he seized the shaft of his long hard cock with his fingers and waggled it lewdly against the ragged pink flanges, sending a ripple of erotically pure sensation surging through her loins. Then he ground slowly forward with his hips, guiding his massively thick penis forward until the thick rubbery head nosed into her wetly pulsating cuntal lips. Susan turned her head to the side. She could feel him using the hot bulbous tip of his cock to part her flesh down there, and she closed her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electric contact pushing in through the sensitive opening of her tightly pulsing pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation before him, not even daring to breathe.
"Uggggh!" she coughed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic entrance to her virginal young cunt.
He thrust! "Oh, God, God," she breathed as the lust-swollen tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the little rubbery opening until Susan thought her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Oh, for God's sake stop, oh no, it hurts, you're hurting meeeee!" she was suddenly screaming up into his sadistically leering face. Good God, he was stabbing his rigidly thick penis through her virginally tight opening and loving every second of her torture at the same time. He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his slow relentless penetration of her never-before-fucked cunt.
Again he pushed forward. A hot wave of pleasure-pain radiated outward, rippling and stabbing into her belly. He reared up with his hands pressed on either side of her shoulders, levering his loins so that the great length of his massive cock lay even with her moistly throbbing cuntal lips. She could feel him pausing with the head of his blood-gorged penis poised just inside her pulsating vaginal passage, and then he fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time, and his heated hardness slid into her tightly cringing cunt like a raging flood of fire, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in a surge of lewd sensation before it. There was no stopping it until with an obscene groan his testicles smacked loudly into the defenselessly clenched cheeks of her upturned ass.
"Christ! Oh, God, no! Noooooo!" she groaned under him. Never in her life had she experienced such an invasion. It was beyond the limits of her comprehension. His hotly pulsating penis seemed to be filling her and expanding the wet throbbing walls of her cunt past the bursting point, ripping her vagina into a thousand tiny threads as he speared into her without mercy or thought of injury. And now his thick, massively throbbing shaft lay completely embedded inside her, swelling and filling every part of her insides. It seemed she could feel every ridge and pulsing vein on his impaling organ as it pressed tight against the soft walls of her cunt; his penis was as inflexible as a sword sliced cruelly into its piteous victim's belly.
For a moment the two of them lay immobile. The pain had stopped. It appeared as though their breathing had stopped as well. Then, suddenly, the head of his cock flexed gently forward and she felt a throb and nudge deep inside her painfully stretched depths.
"Auuuuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly as Jason's hot flesh jerked up another half an inch as he flexed it inside the tight confines of her vagina.
"Now, that didn't hurt ya so much," she heard his voice as though coming from a great distance. "I know you're a virgin. But that makes it all the nicer for both of us, don't it?"
Susan grunted. Again she felt him press forward, the muscles on his chest seeming to fuse into a web of steel tendons pressing harshly into the trembling mounds of her breasts.
"Ya like it, tell me ya like it!" he commanded.
Susan groaned.
"I said it feels good. Answer me!"
"Oh yes, it feels good, yes," she lied, trying not to offend him.
"Then beg for it, bitch. Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me to fuck ya!"
The words seemed to choke then dissolve inside Susan's throat. "I-IOh, no I can't say that," she pleaded.
His hand tightened on her arm, the tips of his fingers pressing her flesh into painful welts. "Oh, no I can't!" she protested.
"Tell me ya want me t' fuck ya now!" he throbbed the huge member deep down in her quivering young belly again and laughed brutally at her grimace of pain.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she whimpered weakly, willing to say anything as long as he stopped hurting her.
"That don't sound at all like ya mean it!" he growled again. "No, please don't make me say that again, anything, I'll do anything, but stop telling me to say that," she struggled with every ounce of courage she had to ward off this last act of surrender. This, she knew, would be her final humiliation. She knew she had just lost her precious virginity, but somehow that didn't matter as much now as preserving her last vestige of human dignity. Let him mount her as though they were nothing but two mindless farm animals; yes, let him do anything physical to her that he pleased, but, please oh God, she thought in tortured anguish, don't let him have the pleasure of hearing me beg for it. She just couldn't say it, it was beyond the limits of whatever remained of her self-respect to do that.
He throbbed deeper, digging his fingers into the softness of her arm at the same time.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her resistance broken by the pain and helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, fuck me!" she exclaimed, feeling the veil of her defenses lift and knowing her degradation and humiliation was complete.
Jason grinned and slid his hand down over the softly resilient flesh of her naked young buttocks, coursing his fingers down the insides of her anal crevice until he found the puckered little anus cradled defenselessly below. He could feel it, soft and warm, nibbling like a feeding fish's mouth as it waited for the insertion of his finger. He thrust his outstretched forefinger gently inward until it began penetrating the tightly clenched opening. He felt the girl lurch toward him, her loins pressing sensuously against his hips as she sought to get away from the relentless pressure.
"Oh, no, Good God, what are you doing!" she groaned into his ear, churning her hips to escape the maddening probe that began spearing obscenely into her anus. He circled his finger around inside, working against the elastic tightness of her channel, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. Her mewls of pain were becoming replaced by tiny groans of slowly awakening pleasure. Jason could feel her breathing increase, her ripely quivering breasts heaving up and down with each intake and exhale of air from her chest. Then, he surged into her, slamming the entire length of his sperm-filled cock deep into her warmly clasping cunt until he could feel its tip smack against her cervix. With each lunge he made, he wormed his finger deeper into the hot velvety depths of her rectum. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved obscenely into her behind. And now, groveling beneath him with her buttocks grinding lewdly against the soft matted ground, she began twisting and squealing in wild abandon. With volition, her hands slid up over his pounding ass cheeks and grabbed at his nakedness. He had ignited that spark that he had instinctively known lay smoldering in the depths of her being, and he smiled a smile of obscene triumph. As she began an animal-like mewling, his long quivering tongue drove through her wetly parted lips into the warm softness of her gaping mouth.
"Oooooh," she moaned, the sound tumbling from deep within her chest in conscious admittance of her surrender to him. No longer could she pretend to herself that she didn't feel anything as he skewered relentlessly into her hotly palpitating vagina. It had happened so quickly, without any understandable warning, that she had been hardly aware of her own hands wildly kneading his rock-hard buttocks. His finger, which had at first given her pain, now caused delicious ripples of forbidden sensation in her belly, a sensation that was multiplied many times over as his long thick, cock rummaged into her hungrily sucking cunt. There was nothing but the image in her mind of her degradation and whoredom. Yes, she thought as she sucked at his wetly invading tongue, she was a whore! He had licked and fondled her young pussy long enough before entering her so that she had been prepared for this had even wanted it, she realized now! Those velvety sensations of pleasure seemed to merge with the obscene sluicing sounds of their fucking. The dark-haired coed jerked her tight young cunt up and down, spiraling it in a hotly pulling motion in time to the lewd slapping noise as naked body drove frantically against naked body. Her own fingers slid boldly down his buttocks and then coursed over his straining thighs until they touched the lewdly jouncing sac of his balls.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned as she fondled the sperm-inflated testicles, playing her fingertips over the soft fleshy folds. He jerked forward, the caress of her fingers against his balls bringing a deep animal-like gasp from him. It seemed as though those dancing finger tips were sending the impatiently churning sperm up, up through his balls in a boiling surge that rushed into his penis, making the long fleshy shaft even harder. He could feel the warm wet walls of her pussy clasping and unclasping around his hotly pulsating length, bringing him to the point where he thought he would be unable to hold himself back no longer.
"Ooooooh, don't stop, don't stop," she moaned into his ear, her eyes wide in supplication as she realized her body was magically building up to a point of no return a point of release, a mountain top she had never before realized existed.
He jammed his finger harder into her tight rubbery rectum, and suddenly Susan was reminded of how his brother had done that same thing to Jessica the previous night. And now it was happening to her while he fucked into her from the front, she thought, feeling him increase the speed of his strokes into her warmly flowering pussy. Nothing mattered, nothing, except that she get the same thing, she knew now. She groaned as she felt the blunt head of his long hard penis repeatedly strike her cervix, and she arched her pelvis up so that she could receive the full length of the rapidly skewering shaft. She felt the lips of her clasping cunt working of their own accord, sucking and milking hotly at him. His hands pulled from her buttocks and he slid one of them between their naked sweat-streaked bodies to the lips of her pussy. She felt his fingers fondling the sensitive hair-lined flesh, and it seemed as if he were trying to pull the ecstatic sensation through her vaginal walls so that it spun out in a vibrating whirl across her belly and up to her wildly straining breasts. He fondled and played with the wetly contracting lips of her pussy while she squeezed at the ballooning sac of his balls, and their dual pleasure seemed to fuse in one long moan spilling from their wide open mouths.
"Oh, yesssss, fuck me, fuck me, Jason!" she mewled, almost incoherent in her heated lust. He quickened his strokes, ramming his hotly pistoning cock into her like a pile driver. He could feel her ready cum now, and he was glad because his own release was building up like an afternoon thunderhead. Her wantonly writhing young loins jerked up to meet his driving cock as it slid down into her on the instroke; and then she drew back, rotating her ass so that the slight sideways motion pulled teasingly at the tightened foreskin below the head. He was fucking crazily in and out of her now, his cock big and massive enough to be an ancient battering ram, and he could feel her lushly naked body convulsing to the point where he thought she would die. Below, in his balls, he could feel his own climax building, building in an inexorable momentum which would surge out and meet her own soul-wrenching orgasm.
Susan was utterly insatiable and enjoying her first fucking to the point where she thought she would burst with obscene lustful joy. Above her Jason expertly rode her like a man astride an untamed horse. She could see his face contorted in pleasure and lust; his mouth opened and closed in wild spasms that announced his own climax was near. "Oh, Christ, fuck me, fuck me to death! FUCK ME!" she cursed at him, lewdly lifting her lithely tapered legs and wrapping them around his naked buttocks to get more of the thick plunging cock up into her hungrily throbbing belly.
Jason buffeted his pelvis against her loins, ramming her back over the ferns until her long black hair had become entangled in some weeds. Nothing was of consequence to either of them now, and he redoubled his efforts, lifting her clear off the ground with each of his rapidly pounding thrusts. Her ankles dug into his tightening and untightening buttocks, then slid obscenely up over his waist until she had him in a death grip that sealed his sweat-covered body to her own.
"I'm cumming! Ugggh, cuummmmmmmming!" she suddenly squealed with a high-pitched gasp of surprise, and snaked her arms tightly around his neck as she crushed her wide open mouth against his. Her voluptuous young body arched, and she held tight to him, as she quivered and jerked in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her hot orgasmic fluid out around his still hard driving cock and down the wide split crevice of her ass to soak his balls as they slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus.
Suddenly, Jason lurched over the dark-haired girl. The great surge that had been building for a seeming eternity inside his balls exploded, and his hands slid again to the wildly rotating cheeks of her ass and squeezed with a crushing strength. "Oh, good God," he groaned, "Christ!" he rasped and groaned and increased the depth and viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, and his hardened cock dipped deep down into the far hidden recesses of her belly.
He felt himself cumming, and he tightened his grasp around her wantonly writhing buttocks, angling his thick hot shaft deeper. Like a crack of sizzling lightning, he came, spewing in heatedly pulsating streams out of the bursting head of his throbbing cock and filling the liquid depths of her gratefully welcoming womb.
They remained locked together for a long time. Susan lay beneath him with her face pushed against his neck, staring into the afternoon sky. Her mind registered nothing. It was still her body which had control over her. She refused thought, knowing that the subsiding pulsations of pleasure would soon cease, leaving her with a greater sense of guilt than she had ever experienced in her life.
Above, she watched a small bird gliding gracefully over the treetops; the wind rustled gently in the leaves, and the faintly musical sound of a rushing stream somewhere in the distance, broke the almost prayerful silence.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Reverend Edward Stonningham lay back on his bed gazing at the voluptuous form of Jessica Ardrey who stood in the center of the room, a glass of whiskey in her hand. The afternoon light fell through the half drawn curtains, shining dimly on the girl's long cascading blonde hair. The Reverend's eyes coursed down the girl's full rounded breasts to the smoothly curving shape of her thighs beneath her thin white slip, admiring the barely visible blonde mound of her loins.
"It ain't like ya never seen me like this before," the girl gulped at the whiskey, "so don't stare so hard."
He shifted his weight on the bed. "Ya look pretty this afternoon, Jessica, do you know that?"
"There's somethin' on your mind," she frowned, "I didn't come up here for nothin', did I?" Stonningham smiled. It had been difficult during the past few months to find moments of privacy and solitude like this. He loved the feeling of being alone with Jessica who had conspired with him and who had aided him in turning his church from the small parish it had once been into a flourishing financial proposition. Yes, if it hadn't been for her charms and the assistance of another more mystical power, he might still be ministering to that dwindling congregation up in North Calgary.
"Hey, dreamer, snap out of it!" she tugged at his stockinged foot he had propped over the low bedstead. "You was tellin' me about tonight, remember?"
"Yes, tonight," he sat up in bed. "You might pour me some of that poison, and then I'll give you the whole story."
The girl went to the dresser and decanted the bottle of whiskey into the empty glass. Then she pranced back to the minister, waggling her buttocks suggestively. "Well, this northern girl is just perfect," he smacked his lips at the first taste of the strong whiskey. "I think the parishioners will be delighted with her long black hair and ivory smooth skin."
She drank from her glass. "But how do ya figure she's gonna take to it?"
"She has no choice in the matter. Jason should be bringing her back shortly. I told him to lock her in the barn and give her something to quiet her till evening. Jessica, my dear, when Susan Porter awakes, she will be an entirely different person!"
She clinked her glass against the bedpost. "The whole thing gives me the creeps. What if somebody discovers her missing? Did ya ever think on that?"
"I wouldn't worry about that my dear," he scratched his slight paunch beneath his undershirt. "As far as anyone knows, she has gone to college and is now enrolling for her first semester at Ascott."
"I still don't like it. There's a lot of folks' got big mouths 'round here. You let out word about a young virgin from up north bein' boxed up in your barn, and you're askin' for real trouble!" she stared across the worn carpet to the window. "What in hell are ya tryin' to prove by all this?"
"I have already proven that folks, are blind, selfish animals," he said confidently. "Given hard times, there's nothing they won't do to regain their prosperity."
"You sure are a cocky son-of-bitch," she laughed, her lush, braless breasts jiggling lewdly beneath the thin nylon slip. The older man's face grew angry. Jessica's language has grown increasingly filthy since she had come back from Haversford, and he didn't like it. She knew she could get away with anything when she was with him even using the foulest talk that was possible in his house. He was still, in his strange way, a man of God; and he couldn't take her blaspheming, much less the mocking tone of her voice when she spoke of his plans.
"If I am to blame for anything here, it is only that I am acting as an agent for a higher force, do you understand that, Jessica?" The girl pouted and raised her long curvaceous legs over the bed and slid them alongside Stonningham's thighs. "Quit feedin' me the bull Reverend. You's a swindler from way back. And as far as them evil powers you say you has, or as far as the devil's concerned, it's a whole lot of hogwash, an' you know it! Them poor mountain folk's don't know whether their comin' or goin' with all that hocus-pocus you been fillin' their heads with."
"I don't have time to argue with you," he sipped from his glass. "But I am bothered about how you and Wilbur been carrying on. Don't think I didn't hear him sneakin' into your room last night," his voice wavered with anger.
"What I do with Wilbur ain't none of your goddamn business," she glared at him. She knew the reverend had been aware of her affair with his youngest son, but she had gone on pretending that it didn't really matter, although she knew it did. But the real reason she had been sleeping with Wilbur, even before she left for Atlanta three months ago, had been to persuade the slow witted young man to turn against his father. She wanted to get out of the wild orgies the Reverend presided over; he frightened her; dressed in his strange black robes, with the weird ceremonies that preceded the obscene coupling of members of the congregation. She hoped that Wilbur would help her when the time came for a showdown.
"So what happens with the girl?" she said weakly, finishing her whiskey and setting the glass on the floor beside the bed.
"We'll talk about that after you get us some more drinks," he handed her his emptied glass. Jessica's face brightened. She jumped onto the floor, did a pirouette in front of the bed which caused her slip to swirl up over her naked buttocks and then brazenly walked to the bureau.
Lord-a-mighty, even if she is a no-good little slut, there's just no one else like her, he thought. His eyes played over the sensually displayed curves of her ripe young body pressed against the bureau, and he felt tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over the sensitive nerve ends of his skin. He watched her turn toward the bed, the two amber colored glasses of whiskey held slightly below each high set breast, and he marveled over how they were able to keep their shape at all times, in spite of their large size. If he weren't such a dirty old man, he would have been content with Jessica alone. But with his new powers, just coming into their own, and with all the lovely young wives of the congregation willing to give themselves in blind sacrifice to him, he just couldn't resist his lecherous tendencies. She stood now at the foot of the bed staring down at him. His eyes received her own in a burningly lascivious glance, and he gazed lower to the faint shading of her pubic mound beneath her slip.
"Well, Jessica," he felt his long thick cock stiffen under his slacks, "what are you waiting for?" She handed his drink to him and slipped on top of the bed beside him again. Without saying anything, he slid his hand over the gentle flaring of her waist, resting it there for a moment, feeling the heat of her naked flesh beneath the slip.
"Ya interested in something'?" she pulled teasingly from him, fully aware of the licentious position of her body as she squirmed her buttocks down in the mattress. She yawned a deep sensual yawn and then knowing she was tormenting him slowly removed her slip and tossed it provocatively over the railing at the foot of the bed. She could feel his hot eyes flicking hungrily over her nakedness, and then saw his glance lower to her tautly rounded little belly and the full sweep of her long, gradually rounded thighs.
Between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft blonde pubic hair covering her loins to the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the dim light seeping through the curtains. "You are very uncooperative, my dear," he laughed as she again wriggled her hips teasingly away from him.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, "tell me some more about whatcha gonna do with that girl t'night when ya get her."
"Good Lord," the Reverend sighed, pulling his T-shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt. "I thought we had enough of that subject." Jessica shook her head. Even though she dreaded what might happen tonight, the idea of the girl being sexually used by all those people in a ceremony filled her with a vague, pulse pounding excitement; and she found herself wondering what it would be like to hold the girl's full succulent breasts in her hands. She knew it was wrong for her to have such thoughts, especially since she was a woman, but she just couldn't help herself. Just thinking about it caused her mouth to begin watering.
"C'mon Reverend, I'm gonna make ya feel real good. All ya gotta do is tell little Jessica her bedtime story," she rose to one elbow and helped him unloosen his slacks. She watched as he pulled them down over his buttocks, then slid his underwear down, kicking them off the bed. She leaned a little closer to his thighs taking a long look at his long throbbing hardness.
"Well, after Jason brings her back, he'll take off her clothes and bring her to the barn. He'll give her some Nightshade and some of that stuff we made from the recipe in the Blackbook, and in a few hours that sweet young virgin will be begging for some many any man! to exorcise the devils up between her legs."
"Mmmmmmnnn, that sounds real good," she whispered, moving over close to him and stretching the full length of her nakedly voluptuous young body next to his. "And what you gonna do to her?"
"Well," he smacked his lips thoughtfully, "as the presiding minister, I'm entitled to do anything I wish. I will bless her breasts before putting one of them in my mouth ."
"Yessss, that sounds real good," the girl crooned, "and maybe I can get to do somethin' with some of them fellas who's been part of your congregation."
"We'll see about that," he grinned over at her, taking her hand and pushing it down around the pulsating thickness of his penis. Jessica began to stroke, and them to massage it, rubbing the heated, velvety skin back and forth before slipping her hand to his balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Edward Stonningham groaned, and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his testicles and cock.
"Are you still interested in what's going to happen?" he breathed as she squeezed gently on the length of his impatiently throbbing shaft.
"G-go on," she said, seemingly mesmerized by the hot pole of male flesh she held clasped tightly in her fingers. "The way I see it, the folks from town have only been amusin' themselves with each other. Just think what it'll do to 'em to find out we brought in this virgin girl nobody knows ... as a sacrifice. They'll love it. I'll give each man a turn at her, and after that, can you imagine what power, what control I'll have over them?"
Jessica frowned at the threatening tone in the Reverend's voice. She tried to pay no attention to it, and was sorry she had asked him what was going to happen tonight in the first place. She concentrated on making his cock harder, stroking the long fleshy shaft with one hand while with the other she continued to massage his sperm-filled balls.
"That's all real nice, Reverend," she said, her breath grazing against the dark hairs covering his stomach, "but ya still ain't told me what I get out of it!"
"That nice new man, Bill Carpenter, ya remember him and his wife just joined the church before you went down to Atlanta?"
Jessica licked her lips and looked hopeful.
"Well, it's just 'bout time for him to become more active in our little group," he gritted his teeth as the naked young blonde increased her jerkings on his lust-swollen rod.
"Yes, that sounds real nice," she said. "Ya mean, if everything works out right, I get t' screw him?"
"I wouldn't put it so bluntly, my dear," he chuckled, running one hand over the stiffness of the erect little nipple on her left breast. Jessica slid down the bed, moving her fingers softly across his slight paunch until she was seated right over his massively pulsing cock that stood up like a tree trunk from his loins. She put both hands firmly around the long length of it and began pulling the thick foreskin back and forth and up and down, until she saw the moist lubricant pop out on its head. Then she leaned down, her little red tongue extended from her wetly parted lips, and flicked it at the tiny hole at its tip. She felt the heated shaft stiffen in her hands.
"Yes, you was saying about Bill Carpenter?" she blew hotly against the quivering cock-head.
"Carpenter's ready to get into our group," he heaved, "but the wife don't cotton too well to the idea. With Susan Porter gettin' it, I 'spose he'll be ready to go. If ya can manage to get him real excited, the wife won't be far behind."
Jessica's mind reeled with excitement. No longer did she feel frightened by what would happen tonight. The idea of Susan Porter being ravished while the whole congregation watched, and the added enticement of Carpenter aroused her. She nakedly haunched down on all fours over the Reverend and slowly lowered her head until her wetly ovaled lips slid over and around his lust-swollen cockhead.
"Ooooooh, that feels real nice Jessica," he groaned and thrust his loins upward in a lewd eagerness.
"Mmmmmnnnnnngh," she gurgled, and began sucking, gradually taking more and more of the heatedly throbbing cock into the soft wetness of her young mouth. Stonningham sucked in his breath as chills of forbidden ecstasy rippled along the back of his spine, bringing a groan from his lips. Jessica brought her warmly moist mouth down all the way, and her lips tightened like an elastic hand around the thick hardness, trapping his cock completely inside the soft cavern of her mouth.
"Land o' Goshen!" he blasphemed, raising his neck so that he could see the young girl's lust-contorted face. The vision of her sucking voraciously on his madly throbbing cock increased the sensation a thousand fold, and he felt his penis stiffen into an even greater hardness. Her tightly compressed lips were ovaled in a lewd manner around his wetly glistening shaft as he fucked in and out of her lust contorted face. Christ, she was really going at it now, the Reverend thought. It wasn't that she hadn't done this to him before. They had begun this business long before she had ever gone down to Atlanta, but their conversation of a few moments before made everything that much more obscene. He pretended for a minute that Jessica was the dark-haired Susan Porter; yes, he would get that northern bitch off her lofty pedestal tonight, just as Jessica would suck on the Carpenter man as she was sucking on him now.
"Mmmmmmm," the girl murmured, twirling the softness of her tongue maddeningly around the overly sensitive cockhead. He could feel her lips clasping hotly, pulling lewdly on the ridges of skin as she slowly withdrew. Then, she sucked in, bobbing her head down when she brought the hard shaft of hot flesh into her greedy mouth again. He raised his buttocks, plunging his massively thick penis along the entire quivering length of the girl's tongue, and observed her cheeks bloat with the thickness of his warmly throbbing flesh as it made its way down the back of her gurgling throat.
On the underside of her lips, Jessica could feel the blood pulsating through the sensitive area just below the head of his cock, and she began to suck on it harder, swirling her tongue teasingly in small circles around the tip and then digging her teeth gently into the spongy flesh. The Reverend's long hard shaft seemed to lift up of its own accord, the top of its lust-expanded head touching the roof of her mouth, and his nakedly quivering buttocks rose as his cock seemed to pulse and subside, pulse and subside, with each flutter of her tongue beneath the tiny opening of the gland at the end. She shifted her position from his thigh without disengaging her eagerly sucking mouth from his cock and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She slid her hands beneath the cheeks of his ass and cupped them in her palms, in order to draw his hotly throbbing loins closer to her face. She could feel the sperm-inflated sac of his balls resting gently on the inside of her wrists as she kneaded his buttocks, and the lewd sensation of his nakedly heated flesh pressed warmly against hers, with his long thick hardness thrust almost the length of her throat sent an obscene thrill through her own shamelessly writhing loins.
Yes, she thought, this is what I really love, sucking a nice warm cock, and twirling my tongue around it. There's nothing like it, nothing in the world. How many cocks have I sucked in my life? How many men and boys have cum in my mouth? She knew she couldn't count the number, but each time was better than the last, each rigid shank of pulsating flesh tasted better than the last. Lord, she could almost cum just by thinking about it ... about the way the cock started swelling, then jerked, and then became a Roman Candle going off in her mouth. It always felt good, the way they groaned and pressed themselves closer to her. Now she could feel responsive pulsations of pleasure tingling warmly in the nipples of her heavily bobbing breasts as she sucked harder on the Reverend. Those obscene words that always occurred to her now raced through her mind; words like cum and suck and prick and cock, which made what she was doing seem all the more indecent, and just that much more fun! Her excitement had grown to the point where she couldn't resist touching herself while he frantically fucked into her willing mouth, and she pulled one hand from beneath his buttocks to begin thrusting her outstretched middle finger in and out of the moistly dilating passage of her own pussy.
Stonningham looked down at the subservient Jessica; great cyclones of heat and lust were swirling deep in his balls, and the sight of the voluptuous young blonde finger fucking herself while she greedily sucked his cock made his ecstasy more intense. As she bent over him he could feel the hard nipples of her breasts brushing against the tops of his hairy thighs. He raised his legs slightly until they pressed against the sides of the softly swaying mounds, locking her body into place between his straining thighs.
"Suck it, oh God, suck!" his words bubbled from his mouth. For a moment he saw the virginal Susan Porter there instead of the wanton young Jessica. He imagined taking the northern girl and forcing her down to the floor. Yes, he would do that tonight. He'd have her like this, ramming his long hard cock deep into her warm wet throat, and there would be nothing that she could do about it! He'd pump his hot life giving seed all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst. "Come on, honey, suck, suck, suck," he intoned as Jessica slaved noisily down below. He could see her face reddening now as she sluiced her fingers in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, her thumb extended across the pink hair-lined cuntal lips to twirl crazily against the gleaming red bud of her clitoris. At the same time she increased the pressure of her tightly ovaled lips against his palpitating hot shaft. He knew it wouldn't be long now. His impatiently throbbing cock felt as though it were filled with lead and ready to explode like the popping of a giant balloon about to spew its insides for miles in all direction. He shoved his loins into her slavering young face, hearing her mumble of protest as his throbbing thickness almost choked off her breath.
Jessica could feel her own climax building, raging for freedom in her loins, and she began fucking her fingers harder and deeper inside herself. She pursed her warm wet lips around his rapidly plunging penis, clasping and unclasping against it in a rhythm that seemed to match his eager pulsations. She could hear him groaning long and deep as his hands pressed obscenely against her cheeks that were expanding and hollowing as he pumped his thick cock into her oral cavity. His hips gyrated wildly below on the mattress as his loins leaped up against her face. She could feel the tufts of his pubic hair salaciously tickling her chin with each upward thrust he made, urging her on to suck harder.
"Suck, you harlot, suck meeeee!" the Reverend's voice demanded. All at once he felt the white hot stream begin deep in his balls and race steam-like the entire length of his wildly thrusting penis. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though being tortured by fire. His madly jerking cock seemed to burst open from the top at once, and his whole body wrenched in an agony of sublime pleasure. Staccato-like his massively pulsating pole of flesh exploded in gust after gust into the girl's lewdly sucking mouth, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt of cum until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling and crooning hungrily at his thrusting groin.
"Christ, don't stop; don't stop sucking!" he groaned, his hands tangling tighter into her flowing blonde hair. At the same time, Jessica felt her frantically twitching cunt begin to convulse. She plunged her fingers harder and faster into her wetly palpitating vaginal opening, sluicing her thumb up and down over the lust-swollen bud of her clitoris. A low grunt rumbled from her throat as she sucked around the jerking length of his still-thrusting cock, her spasmodically working fingers bringing her to complete orgasm. Sighing in rapture, she fell on his loins, his cock ramming all the way down her throat as he continued to shoot his load of white hot sperm in subsiding bursts against her tonsils.
Gradually, his satiated penis softened then deflated in her mouth. The Reverend slipped onto his side and let out a deep moan. His hands went to his face and he rubbed his eyes. "Lord-a-mighty, that was really somethin'."
Jessica didn't say anything. She lay still, with the limp useless male organ between her lips, sucking the last saline oozings of cum from its head. In her mind, she was miles away from the scene in the Reverend's darkened bedroom. She did not hear Jason's truck pull up outside, nor did she did her mind register when Susan Porter's frantic voice called for help in the yard below. She felt Stonningham's hands tugging at her head, and she crawled up his belly to look down at him.
"I hear Jason bringing that northern girl back," he said, sliding nakedly from the bed and going to the window that looked onto the yard. He stood to the side and pushed open the half drawn blinds.
"Yeah, that's them. Jason's yanking her into the barn ... her clothes is all torn and she ain't wearing nothing under that blouse. Good Lord. She don't look so good, ya don't suppose ... "
"No, he couldn't do that," Jessica leaped up and came up to the window. The naked young blonde gasped and her eyes widened. "Looks like Jason's done gon an' raped your sacrificial virgin, Reverend." She stood there, shaking her head.
Stonningham moved angrily from the window and went to the dresser. He raised the almost empty bottle of whiskey to his lips and finished it in a long gulp. "This don't look good, Goddamnit."
Jessica picked up her slip that had been discarded on the floor. "Well, what the hell ya think a son of yours would be doin' out there with her? It weren't a good idea to let him go with her, and you knew that." She threw the slip over her head, and wriggled into it. She smoothed the nylon over her ripely flaring hips and began giggling. "And now ya got no virgin ... that sorta puts things differently, don't it, Reverend?"
Stonningham sneered and turned his back to her. "We'll go through with it anyway. Ain't nothing we can do about it now. She'll just have to do, virgin or no virgin," he said without enthusiasm.
Jessica looked at the older man leaning down and lifting his clothes off the floor. She could tell he was angry, and she knew that even if he minimized what had happened, there would be trouble between Jason and him tonight. But now she didn't want to think about it. Yes, she knew how he got when he was angry, and she just wouldn't let herself think about it. She walked to the door and took one last look at him. He was sitting at the foot of the bed holding his slacks in his hand. His eyes were vacant and his face absent of all color.
"I wouldn't worry about it none," she said. Then she went out in the hall and walked down to her own bedroom.
The last thing she heard was his mournful voice, "Jason ought not 'a done that. He oughtn't ... "
CHAPTER SIX
Susan had screamed with all her strength when they had entered the barn, knowing that this might be her last chance to escape. She hadn't tried to get away from Jason when they had returned to the truck after he had raped her. Even if she had been capable of making a run for it, where would she go? She had heard stories about people becoming lost in these mountains, and she knew she would have a better chance if she returned with him to the house. But when the truck had pulled up the drive and he had thrown her violently into the barn, she had shouted, hoping that either the Reverend or Jessica would hear her. He had thrust his hand over her mouth, muffling her cries, and it was then that she knew it was useless.
"Look, honey. Ya be nice and quiet and ya won't get hurt, hear?" he said as he half carried her frantically struggling figure into the large central section of the barn. He loosened his hold on her arm and she bolted around, getting as far as the entrance when she was wrenched back and thrown limply onto the straw covered floor. He reached down and pulled her up into his arms.
"Now, that was bein' real stupid," he muttered, sounding surprisingly gentle. She let herself go weak in his arms, and he-seized her by the shoulders, shaking her hard. Her knees went limp with fear, and she began shivering uncontrollably. "Why are you doing this to me? Please, please, let me go!" she pleaded.
Jason shook his head, almost sadly.
"I can't understand it!" she shook her head. "We were talking, and everything was nice, and then you ... you raped me!"
"Don't ask no questions and everything'll be fine," he muttered, "just follow me to the back." He dragged her through the barn until they came to a darkened part of the building. While still gripping his hand firmly on her arm, he struck a match, finding a kerosene lantern hung on a low overhanging beam. Suddenly the room was illuminated by the uneven flame from the lamp. Susan blinked her eyes, slowly adjusting to the unaccustomed flickering light, "I'm gonna have to leave ya here for awhile," he gestured to a couch pushed back against the wall. Susan looked around, noticing chairs and couches arranged in a semi-circle around a large platform set a few feet off the floor.
"Wh-what is happening, what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered. "I can't tell ya now, don't ya understand that?" he said, irritation sounding in his voice.
He pushed back her legs with his knees, thrusting them against the side of the couch.
"Pl-please, no, let me go, oh, please," she protested weakly, the tears boiling up in her eyes.
He frowned, and wiped the sweat from his face. "Look, I can't say I'm sorry for what I done out in the truck. What's done is done, but I'll try to make it easy for ya." Even though he had raped her and done lewdly perverted things to her, she could tell by the way his eyes averted her gaze that he was now acting against his will. It was strange to feel that tenderness coming from him but then, again, she supposed even the most hardened criminals felt a momentary guilt, perhaps more of a fear at the consequences of their evil acts. She had grown used to the unexpected, and now under the flickering glow from the kerosene lamp, she was prepared for almost anything. He held onto her shoulder with his hand, while with his free hand he reached down beside the couch, pulling a rope up from the floor.
"What are you going to do!"
"It's the Reverend's orders," he looped the rope over her chest. She raised her arms, trying to thrust the tight restrictive halter loose. "Y-yes, I knew something like that was happening," she cried half in anger, half in sheer numbing terror. "Oh, God! How could I have been so stupid!"
"Ya just relax and it'll all work out fine," Jason said, knotting the rope around her hands and pulling it over her chest so that it crossed her breasts in an "X" pattern that made it impossible for her to move. Then, refusing to look at her, he took the two loose ends of rope and began tying them behind her to an open faced beam. Suddenly, from in front of the barn, they heard doors creaking open. A shaft of light came in through the dense darkness to their right and shone on the face of the repulsive Wilbur who walked slowly towards them.
"Pa said to leave me do the rest of the work on 'er," the stocky little man said, walking insolently to the side of the platform. Jason turned to his brother. "I don't need no help. She's doin' just fine without anybody else," he said angrily.
"It ain't a matter of that," Wilbur stepped onto the platform and looked down at them with his hands on his hips. "Pa just don't want ya touchin' her. He says ya caused enough troubles already."
Jason spat arrogantly onto the straw covered floor. "Well, ain't that nice." Jason glanced at Susan, then turned to his short stocky brother. He stood, studying him for a moment, not say anything. Wilbur smiled self-confidently at his older brother. "I told ya, Pa said t' let me finish with the girl. There ain't nothin' I can do about it. He didn't like what ya did t' her when you was out in the truck."
Susan watched the two brother anxiously, knowing that their argument could very well settle what happened to her. She could see the hate and jealousy of years exchanged between Jason and Wilbur, yet she was still hopelessly unaware of what they were talking about. All she knew was that she was being held against her will by the two strangers, and she prayed she could somehow escape either through an act of mercy or through her own cunning.
Jason lit a cigarette and drew the smoke deeply into his lungs. "I'll go see what the hell the Reverend's talkin' about," he turned to Susan. "Don't worry none about Wilbur. He ain't got the wits to hurt ya."
Jason walked across the barn past the younger brother. She heard him whistling softly, then the barn doors slammed shut, leaving her alone with Wilbur.
"Ya heard what he said," he jumped off the platform and stood in front of her. "But I ain't as goddamn stupid as he makes out." His eyes beaded obscenely on the full firm outline of her braless breasts mounding tightly beneath the crossing of ropes tied across her chest. "I gotta job to do, understand? Ya be real nice, and it'll work out OK. Ya give me some trouble, and you'll get hurt."
He brought out a small paper bag from the denim jacket he was wearing, and dropped it on the couch beside Susan. Then he strode across the open floor between the semi-circle of couches and chairs and the platform, and stopped at a table behind her. From where she was sitting she couldn't see him, but she could hear glasses clinking, and it sounded as though a liquid was being poured from one bottle to another. Wilbur hummed as he continued his work, ignoring Susan for a long time. She knew she had to get loose from her bonds before he came back to the couch, and she worked crazily with her fingers until she had unknotted the rope from her left hand. She discovered that in his haste Jason had neglected to bind her securely, and she found it relatively easy to untie the right hand with her free fingers. Just as she pulled the last loop of rope from her wrist, she heard Wilbur returning. He held a glass of milky yellowish liquid in his hand, and he grabbed the bag he had left on the couch beside her and opened it, removing a small vial that he held up to the light.
"This should fix ya up real good," he leered at her as he emptied the contents of the vial into the liquid which began fizzing and bubbling after a moment.
"What is that? What are you doing?" she cried.
"Sure are a nosey little bitch, ain't ya?" he smirked. "Ya don't need to know what's in it, just drink it!" Susan twisted her head violently away as his hand tightly gripped her chin. The lip of the glass was thrust harshly against her mouth, and she bit down hard, pulling back as far as she could to escape it. She knew she could use her hands to push him away, but at this point it would be foolish. She would wait until he had released his grip from her, she thought; but then, his fingers had gotten a firm hold on her jaw, painfully squeezing so that she was forced to open her mouth.
"Just like feedin' a little baby," he laughed, pouring a small amount of the bitter tasting substance into her mouth. He pushed her head back as she struggled with him and more of the vile tasting fluid went down her throat. The unequal see-saw continued and each time she gave him more and more ground as her will and strength gradually vanished.
She coughed and choked, then finally saw his hand leave her jaw. He held up the emptied glass and she saw that all of it was gone. "Ya did real good," he belly laughed. "But don't think that stuffs gonna work right off," Wilbur stood back from her. "Takes about three or four hours to do anything. You'll feel nice and sleepy first.
Susan's face paled with fear. She had taken all of it, already she began to feel somewhat drowsy. What happened after the drowsiness? Was she to wait for something worse than what had already occurred to her? Oh God, she was trapped a long ways from home completely defenseless and without anyone to protect her against these animals. No, there would be no pity of compassion here, she thought as she watched the stocky little man move out of her line of sight behind her. Instinctively she knew she had to work fast, and she began untying the ropes from across her chest, pulling back the last restraining loops. Then she stood up, feeling a sudden onslaught of panic as she realized her strength was leaving her body.
"Bitch!" she heard Wilbur bellow out, and then he was springing over a row of chairs in front of the table. The captive coed had no choice; if she were to make a move, it had to be now.
Wilbur watched the girl lurch toward him. Her fear crazed eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her legs wavered, as though supporting a body ten times her size. He did not move from her path, but as she tried to pass him, he reached out and easily held her back. She struggled weakly for a moment and then all resistance ceased. Wilbur pulled the young girl towards the couch and pushed her drugged body back onto where she had been sitting. Not satisfied with this, he thrust her down so that she lay on her back staring up at him. Her dress had snaked up over the tops of her thighs showing the white firm flesh in a tantalizing contrast to the dirty couch on which she was sprawled. The white nylon band of her panties was visible between her loosely spread legs. Tiny dark threads of softly curling pubic hair could be seen coming through the elastic legbands that were stretched tight from the position in which she lay.
"Wh ... what ... what's happened, what's happened to me?" she moaned incoherently. She tried to move, but found she couldn't. Her drug-numbed body refused to follow the dictates of her mind. She could see Wilbur standing over her, an evil grin etched obscenely on his face. It was strange; she was conscious but she could not move. Her eyes could see and her mind could understand, but she was as helpless as a paralytic.
Susan watched the little man pace nervously back and forth in front of the couch. He bent down and lifted the rope off the floor, and held it like a whip threateningly over her. "Ya heard what I said about gettin' uppity. Now I'll show ya that I meant it!" He raised his hand, then sent the tip of the rope hard against her legs. At the same time, he pulled at the bottom of the couch, releasing a catch that let the under portion slide out beneath the cushions to form a convertible bed. The young girl's rolling eyes twisted in terror as he pushed her voluptuously trembling body down so that she now lay lengthwise across the bed facing him.
"This time I'm gonna tie ya so's you'll never get loose," he breathed and quickly bound her hands, looping the rope around her wrists, and refastened the loose end to the beam behind.
"Ya know, you look real pretty like that," he sneered. "If the Reverend didn't have his own plans, I'd like to have ya for myself." Susan's skirt had hiked up over her hips now and the full ripeness of her upper thighs and belly were visible to the gaze of the obscenely staring man. He speculatively ran his tongue over his lips, enjoying the torment of the poor girl stretched out before him. He could feel his rapidly awakening cock hardening under his pants as the girl began struggling weakly against the bonds that held her tight. Her beautifully tapered legs scissored open and closed weakly as her ripe young body fought the deadening effect of the potion. He could see the dark pubic triangle visible through the thin sheer material of her white little panties, and he promised himself he would get some of that tonight at the little party the Reverend was having. Damn, I deserve it, he thought, 'cause the Reverend did say that no account Jason had fucked her when they went out in the pickup truck.
"Oooooh, what, what's going on, what's happening to me?" Susan whimpered. Suddenly she felt as though she were pushing through a thick veil, or falling gently through a cloud, and her blurred vision began to clear. It was then that she saw Wilbur standing in front of her, rubbing his long thick cock beneath his pants.
"I got lots to do on ya, before tonight," he licked his lips. "So ya be good while ol' Wilbur makes ya all ready to go for the Reverend's friends." He reached down, lifted her dress, and began pulling it up her full white thighs. Susan lay motionless, still believing the potion the stocky little farmer had given her had made her unable to move. But the press of his hands against her quivering young flesh sent a shock through her, and she was aware that she could raise her leg. At least, she thought, that part of the mixture had worn off. As he bent down to pull the remaining shreds of clothing from her naked body, she kicked up, slamming the heel of her foot into his chin and knocking him backwards. He let out a short gasp and tumbled to the end of the opened bed, his yellowish eyes looking dazed toward her. A small trickle of blood ran down his chin and he sat still for a moment, his mouth hanging open as though not comprehending what had happened to him.
Slowly, he rose on all fours. He glared at her like a wounded animal before his teeth bared viciously and he growled. She could tell by the contorted expression that any gentleness he might have shown her had now vanished. Deep fear gripped her as she watched him rise. A thin rivulet of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth dripped onto the stained mattress beside her. His gaze dropped to the bed, and then he fastened his eyes on her face.
Another low animal-like groan rumbled from deep in his throat. His hands went to his belt which he unclasped and withdrew from his pants. She wrenched back in her bonds, seeing him raise the belt and crack it, like a lion tamer over her head. Then he flicked the tip hard against her nakedly exposed breast, and she felt the sting race across her skin like a thousand needles tearing through her flesh. She groaned from the sudden excruciating pain, wiggling her buttocks in automatic reaction. Again he snapped the belt, making the leather sing as he whipped it back and forth through the air, this time making it snap between her open thighs, raising ugly red welts along both sides of the sensitive inner flesh.
"Aaaag, no! No!" she blurted out, "please no more!" The pain filled her mind and she was at the point where she would do anything as long as the incredible torture stopped. "Please, no," she pleaded, feeling herself grow faint. "I'll do anything, just stop!"
Wilbur dropped the belt to the floor and wiped a bead of perspiration from his heavy forehead. "Ya had enough, have ya?" his eyes glared at her.
She nodded, unable to say anything. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt him push onto the bed and hunch up beside her. The terrified young coed bit down hard on her lower lip, fighting off the nausea as the repulsive little man fondled the fullness of her breasts and buried his tobacco stained lips in the nakedly warm flesh of her neck and shoulders.
After a moment, Wilbur raised himself and looked down proudly at her frantically writhing nakedness. The Reverend would approve of the way he had handled it. Even though his painfully aching cock was throbbing in his pants and he felt as if he would cum just looking at this proud naked bitch, he had restrained himself. But he sure would have given anything to fuck her as he imagined his brother had that morning. The idea of his long pulsating hardness thrust between her softly moist lips was almost unbearable, and he had to hold himself off from pulling his cock out right now and making her suck it. But he'd get his share of that this evening. There wasn't any hurry.
Susan lay incapable of movement in the center of the mattress. Her thoughts were a jumbled mass of humiliation and helplessness. She had thought that Jason would return after a moment, but it was obvious that he had been persuaded by the Reverend to stay out of it. Even though the older brother had cruelly raped her back in the mountains, she had felt a gentleness in him that she thought could be used to her advantage. Now, she knew that those hopes had been groundless. The repulsive Wilbur stood over her like a slave master guarding his prize chattel, his face contorted in an evil expression of animal-like lust. How on earth could she live through this? How could she ever face Jim back in Atlanta or anyone ever again? She had no idea what to expect this evening, but her imagination ran wild. What would they do to her? What did they expect her to do? New tears of confusion began rolling down her apple-pink cheeks, and she started sobbing disconsolately. Whatever happened, she promised herself, she would not permit herself to feel anything. She suspected by Wilbur's remarks and actions that she had been given an aphrodisiac of some kind. How long did Wilbur say it would take before it began having an effect on her? An hour, two hours? She had read about things like Spanish Fly that sent women crawling up the walls, willing to copulate obscenely with any male, human or animal, that was available. But the name on the vial she had glimpsed had read: Nightshade. It was a lewd, evil sounding name, and she was consumed by dread that she would be unable to control herself when the horrible moment came for her to fight off the desire to respond to the obscene lust created by the drug.
She watched Wilbur turn from the bed and go to the table again. She heard him tinkering with some bottles, pouring more liquid and humming tunelessly to himself. Then he came back, holding another glass of the bubbling potion in his hand.
"I ain't gonna take no chances. I want ya to drink all of this. That way, we'll make sure nothin'll go wrong."
She tried to squirm back when his hand wedged the mason jar painfully against her lips. He cocked her neck back with his other hand and forced her to drink.
"N-no," she sputtered as he withdrew the glass. "Y-you can't make me do anything, do you understand that?" her eyes squinted up at him.
He set the glass down beside the bed. "We'll see about that," he grunted. "I got just a couple more things I gotta do t' you, then ya can rest up 'till tonight." He reached inside his denim jacket and pulled out a small jar which he held above her face. She recognized it as a vaseline type substance. He removed the cap and took a swab on his middle finger. Susan automatically clamped her naked thighs tightly together as he looked down between her legs.
"Open up, open them legs," he commanded.
"P-please, no," she tried to squirm her buttocks away from his lewdly pointing finger. Wilbur smiled. With his free hand he reached down and grabbed his belt off the floor. He snapped it high in the air over the bed, then sent the leather tip whacking against her defenselessly naked breasts. She screamed loudly, but to no avail. Again he cracked the belt, whipping her along her sides. She found herself involuntarily loosening her frantically quivering thighs, and when he stung the leather belt's biting length across her quivering belly a final time she drew her legs wide apart.
She jerked abruptly as his hands came into electrifying contact with her fleshy cuntal lips. Gently and slowly, he pulled them apart, exposing the tightly clasped passage of her vagina to his view. He pushed up on the bed between her widespread legs in order to have greater access to her. For a moment his finger played there, running the length of her hair-lined narrow slit. Then he inserted one finger, massaging the lubricating salve around the entrance and pushing in through the walls until he was thrusting all the way up to the palm of his hand. Susan's shame knew no bounds as his finger circled around inside her, unhindered by any resistance on her part.
"Now that weren't so bad," he pushed off the bed. "It'll make it a helluva lot easier on ya when Pa brings his friend t'night." He turned from her and went to the kerosene lamp hung across the barn from the bed. He blew out the flame, then in the darkness she could hear him moving across the straw covered floor.
The barn doors slammed shut, leaving her alone to await the horror of the coming evening. There was no such thing as mercy in this cruel world, Susan Porter thought. It was so strange: only a few days ago she had an implicit trust in the goodness of humanity. She had believed that most people were deep down basically kind and could be persuaded from acts of cruel brutality through an appeal to their innate compassion. But things didn't work out that way. She wondered why she had to learn the truth of the matter by undergoing such intolerable torture. If there was a God, why didn't he help her? Why had she been chosen, as she had been taught through her religious training, to experience the dread of being raped and beaten, and then ... perhaps something worse, perhaps something that was still unthinkable? She let out a long anguished wail and listened to it echo through the rafters of the barn. No, there was no hope, and her survival as a whole human being depended on how well she accepted the futility of her situation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Jason had left the barn he went directly to his room and removed his .22 gauge pistol from his bureau. Then he had descended the stairs, gone out through the kitchen and walked through the side yard to the woodshed behind the barn. Here, he had stored some whiskey, and he decided to drink for awhile and think about what had happened.
After cleaning the pistol, he set it on a crate beside the whiskey bottle and looked out the door, making sure no one had seen him leave the house. From the long afternoon shadows cast by the barn he could tell it was about five o'clock. Wilbur was probably through with the girl by now, he thought, and Jessica and Reverend Stonningham would be drinking somewhere in the house and talking about tonight. Why hadn't he stood up to his younger brother? What had motivated him to give in so easily when Wilbur had demanded he leave the girl for him, to prepare for tonight? He shook his head, ashamed, and upended the whiskey bottle into his mouth.
It was pretty obvious even to his brother that he was soft on the girl, and maybe it was best if he hadn't stirred up any trouble. He could save that for later. They would be plenty of trouble when the Reverend set up the girl to be fucked by all those crazy people ... a town of raving nuts, he frowned to himself. He'd just sit tight and wait for it, but whenever it happened it wouldn't be too goddamn soon....
Funny how he felt about the girl, he mused as he sipped long and deep on the strong tasting liquor. He had just thought he'd get himself a quick lay and he'd be done with it. But things didn't work out that way. He could kill himself for not letting her loose before they'd come back to the house, but the old man had such a hold on him that sometimes he wondered if he was capable of governing his thoughts, much less his own peculiar actions. Funny the way the Reverend had spooked almost everyone in these parts, too. It was that crazy witchcraft that had started all of it when Jessica had come up to Calgary a few years ago. Both she and the old man had begun carrying on together, getting drunk and raising a general ruckus. Then they had started going to revival meetings in the Negro part of town.
Jason recalled the elder Stonningham talking about the magical powers of some of the black folks who lived on the southern fringes of Calgary. The old man had been keeping company with the old Negro woman, Irene, who lots of black and white folks said practiced black magic. Jason hadn't thought much about it until the Reverend began bringing home all sorts of herbs and potions setting up the entire third floor of the house as a kind of experimental laboratory where he mixed up voodoo charms and made strange sounds in the night, with Jessica laughing and hooting like a barn owl. Then Jason knew Stonningham was serious about it. Sometimes he asked himself whether the old man wasn't a little off his rocker. But if he was crazy, it didn't do the rest of them any good.
He picked up his revolver and looked down the top of the barrel. He cocked it and pulled the trigger, making sure it snapped correctly before he loaded it. Then he set it on the crate again and took another swig from the bottle. His mind kept going back to the girl and how he had raped her, and he wondered if she had enjoyed it as much toward the end as she seemed to have had. He was sorry he had done it, but he would make it up to her, all right. She was different from those other girls he had met down at college. He wouldn't mind getting into some of those bitches pants, he thought, but this Susan was a damn sight smarter and better looking than most women he'd seen prancing their ass around Atlanta. Given some time, he smiled at himself, he could teach her to screw like a little rabbit. But he knew that was what had caused all the trouble in the first place, and he cursed himself for not being able to keep his hands off her.
"I ain't interruptin' nothing?" he heard his brother's arrogant voice at the door to the shed.
"What in hell d'you want?" Jason sneered at Wilbur who stood cockily with a slant of sunlight crossing his grinning face. "Just wanted t'see if you was still alive," the scar faced man looked at the bottle of whiskey. "Pa's real peeved. Says if ya wasn't his own son, he'd take ya behind the barn an' shoot ya."
Jason scratched himself. "You just tell him he ain't got nothin' t'worry about. I'm dead as far as he's concerned."
"Gimme some of that corn, will ya," the younger brother held out a pudgy hand.
Jason looked at the bottle then looked at Wilbur. He saw his brother's yellowish eyes light on the gun laid on the crate, and he winced inwardly. "I said, I wanta slug from that bottle," Wilbur squinted at the gun. Jason hesitated, then passed him the whiskey. He heard a low gurgling noise coming from the bottle, and then Wilbur gasped, thrusting the almost emptied container back to Jason.
"You plannin' to do some huntin' with that pistol?" Wilbur said suspiciously. "I ain't never heard of folks huntin' with a pistol."
"It's good for shootin' rats," Jason swallowed the last of the whiskey. "You get up real close to 'em out back of the barn, and ya can shoot em lots easier. Ain't you seen the rats we got out here, Wilbur? They's swarmin' all over the place."
The younger man shifted his weight uneasily. Jason could tell his brother was wondering how he'd tell his father the news about the gun without creating a disturbance. Wilbur was basically a coward, and it was obvious he didn't want to get into a squabble between Jason and the Reverend. But at the same time, Jason detected a gleam in his eye, as though he was thinking about how he might use what he knew to his own advantage.
"Ain't no rats around here," Wilbur pouted. "And I think I got a pretty good idea what you plan to do with the gun." Jason ran his hand over the pistol, then picked it up in his hand and ran his finger down the muzzle. "Maybe so," he cleared his throat, "but that don't make it no crime to be carrying a gun, do it?"
Wilbur turned from the door, backing off nervously from the shed. Jason watched him as he made his shuffling way across the yard and back to the house. Upstairs Jessica Ardrey watched him coming toward the house, and she snorted once, then moved back to stand once again in front of the double full length mirrors in her bedroom. She turned her head from side to side, pulling the mirrored doors so she could see her reflection in full profile. "Honey, them sure is a fine pair of tits," she mouthed to herself, and ran her hands sensually down the large gently upturning mounds of her breasts before sliding them down the smoothness of her small waist until they came to rest on her hips.
She pivoted slightly so that she could see the tight half-moons of her ripely jiggling buttocks with the late afternoon light shining on them from the window. Then she did a small, slow circle with her hips, watching her ass rotating smoothly on a lewd sensual motion. She could still feel her pussy warmly wet from her arousal of half an hour before when she had been with Stonningham, and watching her image now in the mirror, she again felt excited just by looking at her own provocatively naked body.
It certainly was going to be an interesting night, she said to herself as she opened the closet door and withdrew a bikini outfit she planned to wear for the 'party'. There were some benefits in coming back to Haversford with the Reverend, even if in the end they were outweighed by the disadvantages. She looked forward to meeting the young Carpenter couple, especially the young husband Stonningham had been telling her about. And she mused about how nice it would be to have a couple of real thick cocks skewering warmly into her while she watched that prissy bitch, Susan, from up north getting it from the front and behind. There might be a little trouble between Jason and his old man, but that wasn't going to stop her from enjoying herself. After all, she was entitled to a little fun, she thought as she walked softly across the bedroom and pushed into the bath that was joined to the guest room and her quarters.
She leaned over the bathtub and turned on the hot water, watching it steam up the windows. After the tub was full she poured in a cap of bubble bath and waited until the surface of the water was white and frothy. Then she quickly immersed her lush young body in the warmly soothing bath, letting the exquisite feeling of her senses being lulled into relaxation rush over her. Mmmmmnnnn, tonight, tonight, she said the word softly. On a night like this almost anything could happen. It was possible that everything would work out all right and there wouldn't be any trouble between Jason and the Reverend. But she recalled the elder Stonningham's reaction when he had seen his son drag the girl into the barn. The old man wanted a virgin, and now it seemed rather obvious that he no longer had one. She had heard the Reverend call Wilbur from downstairs, ordering his son to take care of the girl while he got ready for the evening, and she had known there would be trouble.
Yes, on a night like this she might witness the explosion of emotions she had been awaiting for almost three years. Only it wouldn't be between Wilbur and his father. The younger son was too conniving for that, the sneaky little bastard. But there was no doubt that Jason would be angry. If anyone challenged the elder Stonningham it would be Jason who would do it. Jessica wondered how long the old man could continue with the witchcraft business before calling the whole town down on his head. He had screwed nearly all the wives and had taken a good portion of their money, and when the folks, around here saw that the promised change in their lives hadn't come about, there would be a turn about; it was bound to happen!
Jessica raised one long curvaceous leg from the water and ran her hand caressingly down from her knee to the whiteness of her sleek upper thigh. Her fingers touched the gently throbbing lips of her pussy that lay just beneath the foamy water, and she stroked herself tenderly, massaging the bud of her clitoris until she felt it grow hard beneath her index finger. Yes, it felt good, fingering herself like that, and it would feel even better real soon.
She blotted out of her mind the disturbing thoughts of the Reverend, forgetting almost entirely how afraid she had been, and concentrated on what it would be like sucking on Bill Carpenter's cock tonight. If Jason's weakness was sometimes the bottle, and if the Reverend had his own love affair going with the Devil, she had a far simpler vice. She loved to feel the hot length of a wildly pulsating penis plunging into her. Sometimes she thought there was something the matter with her, the way she hungered for it and would do anything to get sexual gratification. She even liked the feel of another woman's warmly perfumed cunt pressed up against her mouth, and she wondered if there wasn't something wrong with that too. But ... on a night like this she could forget whether she or the rest of the world was crazy, and give herself completely to the sensations of lust that were already surging like a powerful rip tide through her ripe young body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The room was dark and out of focus. A low hum of voices surrounded her. Susan groaned, and shook her head to clear the undulating grey numbness that kept her thoughts from coming through clearly. She tried to move, but she couldn't. It felt as though her body had been lifted up and set down gently on a floating cloud somewhere far off in distant space. Her hands were tied on either side of her, she could tell that, but the knowledge seemingly didn't matter when confronted with the dulling ache that grew in her loins. It felt painful and, yet, strangely pleasurable at the same time. Gradually her eyes began to focus on white shapes of faces that peered at her from all around the room.
The suddenly she recognized one face! The Reverend was standing directly in front of her, dressed in a long black robe, and she realized with a sudden shock that the room was filled with people, all of them staring at her nakedly defenseless body. She tried to move again, but her hands were tied firmly behind her head. A low whimper of shame and fright escaped her lips, and she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes.
"Welcome to the Church of the Devil," the Reverend's voice boomed out from in front of her. "Tonight we have a special offering that you have been waiting for." Susan turned her head and saw the tall leering Stonningham smiling directly down into her eyes. An evil grin twisted his lips. Set on top of his head was the crown of horns she had seen in the drawings that hung in the hallway outside her room. "Tonight our Master has brought us a real virgin," he paused, letting his words sink in with lascivious meaning. "From up north. She comes as a gift from Satan a gift to his loyal followers. She is his promise. His first offering to us in reward for having faith in him. Brethren, she is the turning point for our Church. After tonight ... all will be well."
As the tall, evil looking minister addressed his congregation, Susan gradually remembered having fallen asleep after Wilbur had left. She recalled Stonningham's son giving her the drug and then lubricating her secret parts, and with that immediate recollection her senses roared back to her. She tried to lunge at the Reverend's evilly smiling face, but discovered that she was tied too securely. She tried to shout, but no sound would come from her fear constricted throat. Susan was completely helpless. A low moan of hunger came from the church-goers as they stared at her nakedly squirming body. "If I may continue," the Reverend gestured piously to the crowd. "The sacredness of our pact, the very dedication we make to the powers of the underworld tonight, will gain strength by what we do here. Each of you has taken vows to uphold His teachings. Already you are prospering through your union with Him and His dark ministering. Remember," he waved his hand, slowly, hypnotically, "that when you befoul this virgin bitch you are partaking of that Power. Use it well, my people, use it well."
Susan strained harder at her ropes until they were cutting into her wrists like heated wires. She pictured herself being ravaged by the strange assortment of people assembled before her, and a cold shiver of primordial fear swept through her shamefully exposed body. Who were these people? They were all dressed in identical black robes, men and women alike, and from their faces they looked as though they were representative of the whole range of small town folk. But it was their facial expressions which were so strange. They appeared as though they had been drugged or hypnotized. Their eyes, feasting so hungrily on her splayed out body, were glazed over, and their mouths hung open, almost zombie-like.
Susan saw Jessica stand up on the platform in the center of the room. The girl's voluptuous young body was clothed only in a tight fitting white bikini that exposed the full succulent shape of her breasts to everyone's view. In the flickering of candle light her body glowed and glistened with perspiration. "We will begin, my friends," Jessica's drawling voice rose over the hushed congregation, "with a special treat for y'all. Ain't none of ya gonna do anything to her until everyone's got a good look at her. Ya can touch, but forget the fancy stuff 'til later."
The crowd shuffled expectantly forward, their hollow eyes burning brighter than ever. Susan saw Wilbur rise from a seat near the platform and approach the bed. Then another man whom she hadn't seen before came up behind him and held her legs while Stonningham's youngest son untied her hands. She tried to struggle, but she discovered the drug and her captors made movement impossible. Wilbur hoisted her up off the convertible couch and thrust her onto her feet.
"No, pleeeeeease, let me go, don't make me do that," she protested weakly. But Wilbur and the thin drooling man beside her began walking her around the circular platform as though she were a prize heifer at a county fair. Susan let herself go weak and slumped to her knees.
Wilbur laughed brutally and kicked her in the shins. The thin man wrenched her up from the floor and pushed her in front of him toward a row of onlookers women and men 'alike-who seemed to loom up out of nowhere. She felt their hands reaching at her, rising at her like lewd tentacles waving horribly in the uneven candle light. Now they were touching her, and she could not move back to escape them. She looked down at a dirt-streak calloused hand running over her smoothly cringing flesh and she thought she would surely vomit. An old man's almost maniacal face came out of the half darkness, lunging toward her thighs, then she felt the wetness of his tongue licking on her legs. A middle-aged woman rose and was suddenly pressing her parched lips against the fullness of her breasts, and then Susan felt the woman's hand obscenely poking at her vaseline smeared vagina.
"Oooooh, God, help me!" she screamed, and her voice was filled with terror.
"There is no God here," the Reverend's voice boomed from the platform. "There is only Satan, and soon you will be wed to him!" Tears of shame and humiliation began flooding down the young brunette's cheeks. Again she tried to scream, but she couldn't. Now she was being embraced from all sides, by young and old, men and women, who were anxious to touch her warmly vibrant flesh and become part of the depraved incantation the Reverend was shouting. Below, in a couch set in front of her, she saw a man draw his black robe up and begin pulling the thick foreskin on his hard erect cock back and forth.
"Enough," Stonningham roared, "bring her up here to the platform!" Suddenly Susan felt herself being lifted over the heads of the depraved crowd and carried to where the Reverend was standing. They drew her onto the platform, and then Stonningham assisted Wilbur and the thin man in laying her nakedly struggling young body lengthwise so that she was facing with her legs spread obscenely outward toward the onlookers.
Stonningham snapped his fingers for silence. "Before each of you may have his own enjoyment with the partner of his choice," the Reverend hissed, "we must begin our communion. First, we will have my second son," he looked proudly down on Wilbur's sweat beaded face, "break the consecrated portals. I want all of you to watch carefully. Everyone will learn something from this!" He smiled at Wilbur and the scar faced young man removed his robe silently. He stood there, naked, staring at her with undisguised rapaciousness in his eyes. His huge barrel chest covered with ape-like hair rose and fell in short puffing gasps as he dropped his black garment to the floor. His long, eagerly throbbing cock jerked like some tethered wild animal struggling for freedom.
Susan's eyes bulged in terror. The drug! The drag! Why didn't it work? And, suddenly it did, but not the way she had expected. She had thought that it would just blot out her horrible disgust at what was going to be done to her, but obviously from the way she was feeling it was designed to do more than that. The first piercing warning came as Stonningham's stocky younger son leaned gleefully over the edge of the platform on which she was outstretched and began running his rough calloused hands over her tingling flesh.
Her heart stopped beating! A deep electrifying shock shot through the frayed nerve-ends of her body like a thousand tiny sharp needles. Suddenly it felt warm and cold at the same time, and a rush of dancing sensation, as of small fingers playing smoothly along her flesh, whirled wickedly over the inner softness of her thighs. She jerked. Her buttocks pushed back desperately into the soft mat that had been placed beneath her on the platform. Suddenly there was a hot flame licking hungrily at her nakedness. It was impossible. The tiny pin pricks of heat and cold seemed to engulf her, and her nakedly voluptuous buttocks began grinding savagely up and down, as if they were controlled by something or someone other than herself. Her mind fought against the inner fire that was all hot now, burning like an ember about to burst into flames and consume her completely. He played with his hands, lewdly confident and aware of the hopeless battle raging within the tortured girl beneath him. It had been he who had administered the potently arousing Nightshade and he was fully conscious of its properties to bring even the most frigid of females to a level of groveling lust. Wilbur placed his thumbs on the fleshy hair-lined lips of her cunt and slowly pulled them apart.
Susan lay holding her breath and fighting with all her moral strength. She had thought that the repulsive man would have been done with her this afternoon, but now she saw that his vile handling of her had only been a prelude to something more depraved and humiliating. And somehow the thought of what might be coming added fuel to the fire smoldering in her loins.
She was giving way! There was nothing she could do about it. She groaned at the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. It tingled softly into her warmly quivering belly and rippled out into the nipples of her throbbing breasts, blurring in her mind the degrading humiliation of the strange hands roaming over her nakedness. The muscles of her thighs convulsed then relaxed loosely, her white ivory breasts rose and fell heavily with her labored breath.
Wilbur Stonningham ran his tongue wetly over his lips. He watched his own hands slide to the girl's fully, softly warm breasts, stroking her nipples and then giving the hardened buds a squeeze, before he roamed his hands down to the flat plane of her belly. The girl moved, trying to raise up her legs, but the thin drooling man held fast to her feet.
Now he could not wait. He thrust open her unresisting thighs with the rough palms of his hands and crawled eagerly over their lush fullness. A deep collective groan went through the crowd, but Susan did not hear it. The devilish sensation of lewd hunger danced faster and faster around the ragged pink edges of her pussy as she felt the platform squeak beneath her from his weight. Her eyes flicked over the length of his thick pulsating cock jutting from the mass of pubic hair matted around his loins. She began to breathe in short hot gasps when she saw him put his fingers around it and jerk it into greater hardness. Yes, it is the same big penis that fucked into Jessica last night, her mind obscenely registered, and now he is going to give it to me, just like I wanted it then; oh, God, yes, I will have all of it, I want all of it now all of it filling me ... filling me ... filling me....
Suddenly forgotten were the fears that had been plaguing the splayed out girl all afternoon. No longer did she think of her humiliation or shame in publicly submitting herself to the repulsive Wilbur who kneeled up between her thighs. She needed but one thing now; she needed to be fucked more than anything else in the world!
While her mind fought the last of its battles against her subjugation to him, her legs kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around his hips. She felt the fat kneeling body hovering between the slimness of her thighs suddenly push forward, and she jerked wildly up to meet him. She felt the lewd sensation of his cock nosing hotly against the vaseline smeared lips of her cunt, and then he was guiding it in easily, pushing the turgid blood-filled head straight into her. He levered up, ramming his long thick shaft as deep as it would go into her hungrily clasping pussy. He drove mightily inward until his sperm-laden balls smacked heavily against her eagerly upturned ass.
The thin man who had been holding her feet released his hands and stood back. No longer was there any reason to restrain the girl. Everyone in the room was aware that the northern girl had been brought to a wild fever pitch of excitement. They could see her lust-contorted face mouthing incoherent obscenities into the scarred face of Stonningham's son, urging him on to go deeper. Yes, truly the Master, Satan, was with them tonight. He was in that young girl's mind, had taken control of her lush naked body.
"Fuck deeper, fuck deeper!" she screamed, her tortured young face turned unseeingly to the crowd for a moment and then pressed into his parted lips. Wilbur grasped her smoothly rounded ass cheeks in both his hands and drove his massively rigid cock to the hilt. Susan could feel the entire length of the thick fleshy shaft plunge into her warmly sucking pussy, but that still wasn't enough. She wanted more! The drug Wilbur had used had given the girl the sexual appetite of a raving nymphomaniac, and now even the size of the monstrous penis fucking powerfully in and out of her was just not enough!
She groaned in frustration, splaying her legs wide out over the platform to give him greater access. But it did not help.
Wilbur labored over her, a look of frustration darkening his passion torn face. Christ, what did this bitch want, he thought as he plunged into her. He skewered his tongue deep into her wide open mouth, thinking that this would bring her greater satisfaction. She sucked at it in wild frenzy, her body caught up in a whirlpool of naked raw lust that she had never known before, and Wilbur grunted approvingly. But deep in his balls he was building toward climax. His hotly jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain as his pelvis smacked against her crotch, a brutal thud resounding through the room with each pile driving thrust..
Susan groaned again. He was bringing her to higher peaks of uncontrolled lust by the second but still that was not enough. The drug had brought out a demon devil inside her that demanded more than one man, more than a single cock to satiate her; and she could tell he knew it. She slammed her pelvis up to meet him as he began plunging rapidly into her, his final strokes meeting her clasping and unclasping pussy like a fist pounding into a hollowing punching bag.
Then suddenly as she bucked without restraint beneath him, she felt his wildly skewering cock stiffen without warning and spew its white hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.
It was too soon! Tears of frustration began running down her passion inflamed cheeks. She was almost there! Wilbur had almost brought her release, but he was cumming now, jerking his vile sperm deep up into her hungrily sucking womb and she was still straining crazily for orgasm. His naked body fell like a dead weight across the straining fullness of her breasts, and she raised her frantically churning buttocks in an attempt to suck the last dregs of his semen from his rapidly deflating penis.
Wilbur rolled from her body, breathing heavily in satiation. He stood and looked at the crowd. Then he stepped down from the platform, shrugged and smiled, and disappeared into the back part of the barn.
Susan was going out of her mind now. She was unaware of the commotion that had suddenly swept through the congregation, her only thought being to still the fire that burned out of control in her cock-hungry loins. She ground her nakedly quivering buttocks up and down on the padding spread out beneath her. Her eyes rolled insanely in her head and she thought, oh God, I'm going crazy, crazy. I need something, someone. Dear God, help me!
She did not hear the Reverend address the crowd, and she did not see a girl about sixteen with long red hair, and ripely budding young breasts being led nakedly to the platform. The girl looked as drugged and mesmerized as Susan, and her slightly freckled face stared vacandy as the Reverend took her small hand and pulled her in front of Susan. Then, with an obscene slap on her buttocks, he forced her to kneel over Susan's nakedly outstretched body.
The drugged coed gazed up through her tear stained eyes, finding it difficult to focus on the lithe young form that was moving down between her legs. She felt the softness of the girl's hands caress the smoothness of her thighs. Her vision cleared and she saw a pretty face with slightly upturned nose and sparkling blue eyes lower itself to her breasts. What was this? No, this wasn't right, she didn't want this, Susan's mind roared. She wanted a man, not this, not this young girl! She wanted to feel the deliciousness of a man fucking her. She wanted her belly filled by great pools of cum and feel it shaking wetly inside her The crowd began pressing around the platform, their emotions aroused by the strange spectacle about to take place. Many of the on lookers had thrown off their robes and were nakedly standing in a state of obvious excitement. Then men walked around with their penises throbbing in obscene erection, pressing against any woman they could find, while the women some of them housewives and other daughters of respectable citizenry played hungrily with any cock that came their way. The Reverend stood to the side of the two naked young girls who lay below him on the platform. He watched the gathering throng with approval, his eyes glinting satanically at the orgy that had been the result of his own evil conjuring. Now I have them, he thought. It has taken three years to bring them to this, but now I have done it. Strange that it took so long, when I could have had them if I had thought of this before. And now it will not only be their money that is well secure, but power. The power to exploit all this into something beyond the limits of what I had ever thought possible.
The redheaded young girl had begun sucking, as though trained to do it, on the hardened nipple of Susan's left breast. Susan tried to push the girl away, but found she couldn't. She didn't even know if she wanted to, as she felt the racing fingers of sensation course down her stomach and into her wide stretched thighs. Looking down, she saw the flaming red head of hair dip gently from her warmly tingling breasts. The girl began licking her wet little tongue lightly over Susan's smooth white belly, bringing a ripple of intense pleasure into her loins. She dropped her hands to the girl's head and pressed hard, sliding the redhead's face down to the eagerly pulsating lips of her cunt.
"Lick it, lick me," Susan cried out and began rotating her hips, feeling the girl's hands snake behind her wantonly writhing buttocks and clasping them tightly between her kneading fingers.
"Mmmmmmmnnn," the girl mewled as her tongue flicked maddeningly over the drugged brunette's warmly sensitive cuntal lips. Susan felt the tip of the redhead's tongue circle maddeningly over the tiny erect bud of her clitoris, then worm down over the moist pink flanges until the devilish tongue had come to the hotly throbbing opening of her vagina. The wet quivering tongue plunged in, sluicing upward into the inflamed passage that was still wet with Wilbur's cum.
"Yesssss, suck me, lick me like that," Susan pleaded, thrusting her buttocks off the padding so that the plane of her cunt was pressed obscenely into the young girl's face.
Suddenly, she saw the Reverend come up behind the girl and pull her away. Reluctantly, the young redhead stood up, her eyes rolling, gasping for breath.
"I did good, didn't I, Reverend?" she looked pleadingly at Stonningham.
"Ya did just fine," he patted her on her naked buttocks. "Now ya can sit down for awhile. We won't be needing you anymore." The girl groaned and began sobbing, then broke into tears. A naked older woman appeared out of the crowd and struggled with the girl for a moment, managing to pull her off the platform. "I did do good, I can tell she liked it, please say she--liked it!" she wailed as she was escorted back into the strange gathering of townsfolk.
Susan slumped across the platform, completely insane now for a man who could satisfy her. Yes, it had felt good, having the girl's mouth pressed against her wildly hungering pussy, but it just hadn't been enough. What she needed was a long thick cock that could slice into the deepest depths of her vagina. She wanted to fuck! That was all that mattered. She opened her legs wide, pointing the dripping hair-lined pink slit of her wetly glistening cunt directly at the lewd congregation, grinding it up with her ass tightly clenched in an equally lewd invitation for a man any man to come and do what he willed with her.
And it was then that Reverend Stonningham began preaching in earnest ... Jessica, meanwhile, had been busy. She had peered at the congregation and then located Bill Carpenter and his wife at the far side of the barn. She had watched the young man staring hungrily at Susan as she was nakedly led up and spread out on the platform. Jessica continued to keep her eyes on him and had smiled when she saw that the ceremonies were finally getting to him after Wilbur had fucked her like a maniac and cum.
Then the lithe young redhead had been pushed on top of Susan, and Jessica thought she would burst her sides in silent laughter. Carpenter's wife didn't seem to respond at all. Jessica could see a trace of moistness on the wife's cheeks as the two naked young women had begun writhing and making an obscene spectacle of themselves in front of everyone. The barn had been cloaked in an eerie silence, with nothing but the rapid breathing of the two girls breaking the stillness as the redhead had licked Susan's wildly groveling cunt. Then, when the low mewling grunts had begun to grow louder, Jessica had come up behind the young married couple, taking a seat directly to the side so that she could watch them more closely.
"This is just terrible," she had heard the Carpenter woman whisper to her husband, "how can they make those poor girls do something as filthy as that!"
"Looks as though they's havin' a good time," he had shrugged. "Ain't nothin' wrong if that's the case, is there Judy?"
"They're just puttin' on a performance," she had snapped back at him. "You can't tell me that those young things are willfully touching each other like that!"
Jessica had heard the husband let out a long exasperated sigh, then he turned from his wife and directed his eyes back to the obscene spectacle on the platform. Now Jessica pushed up to the vacant seat alongside Carpenter and sat down next to him. His eyes were still sealed on the stage in front of them, and Jessica watched as the girl was pulled off from on top of Susan. The Reverend began preaching to the congregation, but Jessica didn't bother to listen. She placed the palm of her hand on top of Carpenter's thigh and began moving her fingers softly up and down to the area just below his loins. His wife was too preoccupied with what Stonningham was saying to see what was happening beside her.
At first he pulled his knee away, as though he had thought she had mistakenly brushed against him. Looking down at the black robe he had been told to wear, Jessica saw the shape of his viriley erect cock pressing against the loose cotton material. It was obvious that he had become heatedly aroused by the lewd acts the girls had been performing on each other, and it would only take a few playful jerks at his rigidly thick penis to really get him going, she thought.
She leaned over and blew softly into the man's ear. He turned toward her and she smiled.
"What what's going on?" he said weakly.
"Honey, relax," she grinned, "I just want to suck your cock, that's all. It's a part of the communion services."
Carpenter swallowed dryly. "You you what?"
"Don't talk so loud, ya want the Missus to hear us?" Jessica brushed her lips against his neck, then kissed him on the sensitive skin just below his jaw. He gasped and jerked back, but she didn't pull away. Her hand kneaded the muscled flesh of Carpenter's thigh, slowly pushing the robe up with her fingers until she had gathered all of it loosely just below his suddenly trembling loins. Without warning, Bill Carpenter pulled her close to him, letting his hand dangle gently over her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the quivering pointed tip of her breast. He was growing more confident by the second. Jessica could tell by the way his breathing increased in depth and rapidity, almost as though he had forgotten that his wife was sitting on the other side of him. He ran his finger in a gently teasing motion over her breast, touching lightly at the nipple and then kneading it with his thumb and forefinger. Jessica could feel the softly tingling waves of sensation pulsating down from her breasts into her spread thighs and loins, and she raised her bikini clad buttocks slightly on the seat. At the same time she gathered up the robe Carpenter was wearing and clenched it above his groin. She looked down and saw the long uncircumcised length of his cock standing up, rock hard, from between his legs. Then she felt his hands on her bikini brassiere just beneath her full firm breasts. A moment later he was yanking the white cotton material of her panties down until her blonde cuntal mound was exposed to his lewd gaze.
Judy Carpenter had been aware that something was going on beside her, but she hadn't paid attention to her husband, whom she thought was merely restless. She kept her eyes fixed on the figure of the Reverend standing on the platform several rows in front of them. Now Stonningham was actually blessing the congregation, and Judy Carpenter felt a sinking sensation of disgust sweep through her stomach. It had been Bill's idea to come here in the first place. She had protested at first, but he had persuaded her that he was only curious about what went on at the evening gatherings in the barn behind Stonningham's house. But Judy had known instinctively that there was something more to it than that. Bill's lumber business had been going from bad to worse during the recent economic recession, and he was desperate for anything that could save him from complete bankruptcy. He had heard about other couples who had become involved in the strange orgiastic rites, and it had been obvious to her that his interest in what went on here was tied up with his financial problems.
She watched as the Reverend addressed the outstretched form of the naked northern girl on the platform. Stonningham was speaking to her now in soft soothing tones, but the girl didn't seem to pay any attention. He was telling her and the whole congregation something about the Devil's powers to cure the ills of the world. But the dark haired girl looked like she couldn't or didn't want to hear him. Her main obsession was obviously to get another man inside her wildly bucking loins just as soon as possible. The northern girl was staring pleadingly down at the crowd, gyrating her buttocks from side to side and up and down; and Judy could hear low mewling sounds coming from her throat. They must have given her some kind of drug to make her act this way, she thought. She looked like a nice enough young thing, and Judy Carpenter wondered how she could have gotten involved in such a depraved situation of her own free will.
She heard a deep gasp come from her husband beside her, and she turned to look at him. She jerked back in shock! To her amazed horror, she saw Bill had inserted his hand in front of the woman's low cut brassiere and was massaging her ripe full breasts. She hadn't seen Jessica Ardrey come up beside him, and so the sight of the girl's head on his shoulder with her mouth slightly open, a rapturous expression on her face, was twice as shocking as it might have been.
She had to get out of here at once!
"Oh, I like you touching my tit like that," she heard Jessica's voice drift hoarsely over from next to her. Bill Carpenter, apparently blind to the fact that his wife was watching, jerked Jessica's head abruptly to him with his hand and pressed his lips wetly to hers, grinding his mouth down in an obscene hunger on hers. Then Judy Carpenter, saw her husband's other hand playing at the girl's nakedly exposed vagina and, at the same time, saw the hardened blood-filled shaft of his cock encircled by the girl's tightly squeezing fingers.
The angry young wife was just about to shout and hurl herself on the two of them when she realized that it would be ridiculous for her to even try. In front of them, the Reverend was continuing his long oration, preparing the lust-incited throng for the further ravishment of the nakedly writhing girl spread out on the platform before them. The crowd was obviously past caring who committed adultery with whom and if she caused a spectacle, it would probably be disastrous for both herself and her husband.
The candles flickered and wavered, casting an unearthly glow over the crowd. Everyone was in a state of obscene undress, and their bodies appeared to sway rhythmically back and forth under the hypnotic incantation of the chant Stonningham was singing to them. It was impossible to identify one person from another in the intermittent light, and this gave each participant the anonymity to seek out his or her partner, just as the Reverend was urging them to do right now. His voice sang to them in low almost mystical tones, and accompanying him, in grotesque harmony, Judy Carpenter could hear Susan Porter's weeping entreaties, "Fuck me ... fuck me please!" The sound was shrill and piercing, and it cut to the bone.
Beside her, Judy Carpenter could now see Jessica leaning down over her husband's loins. His long thick penis was thrust into the blonde's wetly open mouth, and she was sucking moistly on it. The Carpenter wife could even hear the obscene wet sluicing sounds coming from the tightly ovaled lips as they moved up and down the thick length of her husband's cock. But she was helpless to do anything. There was nothing she could do, and she wondered now if she actually wanted to stop them. The hypnotic tone of the Reverend's voice seemed to affect her ability to concentrate on what was going on next to her. Yet she could see it! She had a perfect view of the girl clasping and unclasping her lips over Bill's wetly glistening penis. Judy Carpenter felt a warm tingling race through her loins, and she tensed her buttocks back in her chair. She felt strange. It was as though the rhythmic breathing of the crowd had suddenly gotten to her. She pressed her hands down on her own thighs, trying to still the twitch of sympathy that coursed down her belly and into her rapidly awakening vagina. But she couldn't. She felt her heart begin to pound ferociously inside her chest as her eyes focused on the lewdly thrilling sight of Jessica Ardrey's hungrily sucking mouth. The sounds of small mewls and totally absorbed pleasure merged with the chant that rose up from the people around her. The sound came from all parts of the sweat heated barn. Yes, they were the coupling noises of other couples, overcome by the ravishment of Susan Porter and driven on by the prospect of the girl's further degradation that Stonningham was now promising them would follow. Judy Carpenter could see them locked together in various forms of sexual copulation. Again she wanted to run, but her legs would not support her if she rose from her seat. She could do nothing but remain here and listen in torment while the girl made disgraceful oral love to her husband. She turned her eyes back to the platform hoping it would drive his groans of pleasure away from her ears.
CHAPTER NINE
The full southern moon shed its lustrous white light across the yard, sharpening the silhouettes of trees that rose like darkened monstrosities alongside the barn. From within, sounds of laughter broken by a low chanting noise could be heard. Had a passerby come on the scene he would have dismissed the noise as a Saturday night gathering of townsfolk-innocent enough from outside, yet depraved beyond imagining if he had cared to look further. Had our passerby been where Jason Stonningham was now standing, he might have heard the shrill cries of the drugged Susan Porter pleading for someone to bring her release. Finally, Jason shuddered and his shoulders went back as he clipped the last of his .22 gauge cartridges into the chamber of his revolver and began walking slowly toward the rear of the barn.
He came up through a row of bushes and a thick matting of weeds that grew rankly behind the old building, and stopped just outside the rear door. It was dark here, as the moon had risen facing the front of the bam, and so his entrance would probably be unnoticed. He looked at the gun, barely visible in the half light. Its shiny surface picked up whatever illumination there was and reflected it dimly back into his face.
It won't be long now, he thought. There is really no reason to wait any longer. I should have done this month no, years ago. But at least I have made the decision, which is better than what other folks have done around here. It is really quite simple, this idea of dying. All you do is pull the trigger and then someone pulls the trigger on you. That is, if they don't tear you to pieces first. But this is the only thing I can do, there is no law here, even the sheriff has been corrupted by my father. He laughed quietly and hoarsely to himself, pushing gently against the door so that he could see part way inside the building. The light was flickering and uneven, and he had a hard time making out the forms of people gathered around the platform. It was impossible to catch a glimpse of the northern girl from where he was standing, but he could see the Reverend's tall imposing form towering over the congregation, his arms outstretched and his head bowed in a gesture of depraved supplication.
The old man's at it again, Jason Stonningham thought. I would think he'd become tired of it after the years of dissimulation. But maybe he believes in it. There's no telling what goes on in that mind, and I'm not sure he even knows himself. Does he enjoy it? he asked himself. Does he enjoy watching Susan being fucked, groveling like that? Good Christ, I should be the one to talk with what I did, what I felt compelled to do this morning.
He pushed in through the door, then concealed himself against the wall. It was dark in the rear of the barn, and though he could see the crowd clearly, it was almost impossible for them to view him. He watched the naked forms of men and women bent and contorted in various stages and positions of copulation, and he felt his stomach churn with disgust. Inside the mass of sweating, moving human flesh was Susan. He wondered who was giving it to her now? How many of them were doing it? In order to get to the platform, he would have to push through the crowd, and he suddenly realized that dressed as he still was in his jeans and jacket, he would be conspicuous. The Reverend had told him to stay away from the meeting tonight. The old man had been peeved with him for what he had done to Susan, and he had thought this would be sufficient punishment for his eldest son.
Jason undid his jacket and pulled off his pants, dropping them in a heap beside his boots on the floor. Now naked, he had no place to hide the gun, but he doubted if anyone would notice, as far gone as they were. He began making his way resolutely through the swarm of lewdly writhing bodies. Many of them had left their chairs and were sprawled on the floor. To the side of the large chamber he made out Jessica leaning over the new fellow; he could clearly see her tightly ovaled mouth sucking on Carpenter's wildly throbbing cock. Beside them, he saw Mrs. Carpenter with an insane smile on her face, finger fucking herself into sweet oblivion as Jessica clasped and unclasped her warm wet lips around her husband's long hard penis.
He was several yards from the platform, and now he could see Susan, but his glimpse of her was temporarily blotted out by the Reverend, who was pacing back and forth and clapping his handsas though he were an old time revival preacher in time to the rhythmically sluicing sounds of the orgiastic revelers. He decided to stay where he was for awhile. He would make his move soon, but he didn't want to ruin his chances by showing himself before the time was right.
Up on the platform, Susan cringed back on the soft bedding beneath her. She was waiting for them to bring her another man, had been waiting in agony now for more than a half hour while the Reverend went on with his endless oratory. Her eyelids were heavy with her unsatiated lust; and as he spoke and the crowd began milling around the platform again she slowly lost all interest in what Stonningham was saying. Without volition, her nakedly gleaming buttocks moved back and forth and up and down, as she attempted to put out the fire burning in her hotly pulsating vaginal passage.
"In order to sanctify our pledge of unity under the sign of Satan," the black cloaked minister intoned, suddenly getting the attention of his congregation, "let us begin the sacred black rites."
He clapped his hand twice, and from the front row, a huge man rose up naked, with an erection that must have been at least ten inches long. The room was suddenly hushed in rapt silence as the man, with dark brown sideburns and a demonically cruel glint in his eyes, climbed onto the platform. Her came up in front of Susan and held up his giant pulsating cock for her to see it. The huge organ reared out from his hair covered muscular stomach like a third arm with a large tightly balled fist at the end. Susan jerked her eyes open and shut. The chamber broke into a ripple of noise and then was silent, waiting expectantly to see what she would do. Her eyes locked on the monolithic-looking shaft pointed directly her way, and she gasped in terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished fear. Her mouth dropped open in anguished disbelief.
It was impossible. It couldn't be true. He would split her completely open! Yes, she had wanted something bigger, something hard and long to plunge into her, but this was too much! Horrible visions of her body being torn and ripped asunder by the enormous man flickered wildly through her cringing mind. What was the Reverend doing! He couldn't have this man spear into her, he just couldn't!
The brute shuffled cockily to the foot of the padding on which Susan lay. He cast a menacing glance down at her, then his eyes drifted for an instant to the crowd that was pressing anxiously around the platform. Suddenly hands were reaching over the platform, and helpfully pulling her nakedly trembling thighs open. She kicked and groaned like an animal about to be led to the slaughter, but their hands gripped harshly at her tightly clasped ankles, wrenching her slender legs wide apart. Fingers and hands pinched and kneaded at her exposed and humiliated flesh; others tried to touch her pink hair-lined pussy as though it were a talisman through which they might find their depraved dreams of worldly success gratified.
The huge man climbed between her legs, sweeping her thighs further apart with one vicious yank. The restraining hands of the crowd that held her ankles levered her legs up off the platform and back over her head until they were spread in a great vee about four feet apart. The dark haired girl's face was contorted in anguish. Her entire body, which only moments before had been dying for any man to come and fuck her, felt as though it were stretched beyond human endurance. Her soft moistly glistening pussy was offered up to the kneeling giant in defenseless sacrifice. He smiled a lewd devilish smile, knowing it was his to plunder at will.
He grinned up at it, his lips tightly bared in unbridled lust. He seized his great thick cock and began jerking the foreskin back and forth, stroking himself into greater hardness, his eyes feasting on the helplessly upturned cunt in front of him. Slowly, he eased forward, his body already exuding a sense of defiant mastery over the terrified naked girl splayed out beneath him. He shuffled forward slowly, his pelvis and long bulging cock shoved forward and quivering in obscene anticipation of the assault about to take place.
Susan's eyes gaped through her wide split thighs, watching in transfixed fear the viciously jerking penis slowly advancing towards her belly. No, this couldn't be real, she thought. He is too big for even what I had wanted before. She was incapable of taking her eyes from the quivering rod that in a moment would cleave hotly through her tortured young body.
Without warning the man grunted and heaved forward. She saw his head, in a blur, slide to her stomach. His teeth and his lips were suddenly gnawing and sucking at her fearfully cringing belly. She felt him nip softly at her navel, then his tongue began a warmly tantalizing exploration of her softness, flicking teasingly down to her wetly throbbing vagina. She felt his tongue implant itself into its young fleshy lips, and with his fingers he drew the pink bud of her pulsating little clitoris into his voraciously sucking mouth.
Susan jerked back. She could feel him nibbling at her with the sharp tips of his teeth, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut, trying to shut off the whirlpools of lust that again began throbbing rhythmically through her loins. She struggled with all the remaining strength she had against this final subjugation of her body, but it was useless. Thoughts of Jim back in Atlanta and her own family back home flickered through her tortured mind. Yes, she had betrayed them by giving in as she had done so easily. But she must not let this beast win. She mustn't, she just couldn't! But suddenly his long wet tongue wormed smoothly in through the moistly parting lips of her pussy like a tempting serpent that had opened the flood gates of her will to his obscene probings. Her naked young body shook with a shock tremor of desire. Her spine crackled as though a bomb burst had gone off and was shooting tiny starlets of desire up her back and into the base Of her skull. And then he was withdrawing his tongue from her hotly palpitating pussy and sliding it gently from her loins, then racing it up her wantonly heaving body until his hot wet mouth had come to her breasts. He found her lust-hardened right nipple and began to suck again.
Her entire being was suddenly transformed into what it had been before only now, her shamelessly aroused body felt totally without will, and vacant, needing, above all else, to be gorged and stuffed with his hot fiery flesh. Nothing else mattered now; not Jim, not her puritan values, nor her own humiliation. He was sucking her breast, this huge animal of a man, and yes, she liked it, she had to have more of it at once! "Suck it, yes, suck my tits, suck my tits!" she screeched mindlessly.
The crowd groaned and swayed; their faces were contorted, like spectators at a bullfight awaiting the slaughter, which inevitably had to take place. Some of them were nakedly climbing onto the platform now, and the Reverend, with the help of Wilbur who had returned, was forced to hold or push many of them off.
Susan's face contorted as she moved her head to find the man's warmly wet lips. She had to have his tongue in her mouth now. Yes, she wanted to suck it as though it were his gigantic cock splurging hotly between her cheeks; she found it and sucked deep, pulling his quivering tongue into her throat.
Her pelvis ground wildly down below, gyrating back and forth now in a frantic search for the giant shaft that was going to rip deliciously through her squirming belly. She could feel him rotating his hips smoothly above her, pushing the great bulging head of his cock against the ragged edges of her blood-infused cuntal flesh. She grunted. He thrust, moving gently between her wetly throbbing cuntal lips. Then, with a flick of his hips the grinning mountain man forced the lust-swollen tip viciously into her tight little cunt, brutally stretching the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
She couldn't take it, it was too big!
Susan arched back her head and wailed.
"Aaaaaarrrrrgh!" It sunk in a cruel inch, jerking forward to disappear between the soft fleshy, down covered folds up between her legs. The eager restraining hands of the crowd again seized her legs, pulling them wider to assure his entry. In her insane lust of a moment ago, Susan had misjudged how much she could take. His massive cock was too big, it was just too inhumanly large, she realized with wild disappointment. She could feel the pain rocketing through her, and she tried to pull her legs back to refuse him further entry, but the restraining hands held her back.
He levered up over her on his hand and paused there for an instant, his blood-shot eyes leering down at her. Then he again flicked his hips his grin widening and the relentlessly boring shaft slid another excruciating inch.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuurgh!"
And then again "Uuugggggh!" Faces and hands appeared at the edge of the platform, and in spite of Stonningham and his son's attempts to hold them off, they pushed up closer, some touching her helplessly straining body. They were like cannibals, ready to pounce on and devour a fellow human being in their inhuman lust. Susan was dimly aware of their eyes feasting on her nakedness as though she were a focal point for their years of emotional poverty and sexual repression. Their fingers moved over every part of her firm young flesh until it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling animals trying to enter every pore of her vainly struggling body.
"Oh, Oh God, No, Nooooo!" she sobbed hysterically. Her sobs of protest were swept away as the enormous man suddenly slammed into her. His crushing thrust plowed his huge, heatedly thick penis into the tightly resisting little passage, pushing great ripples of pink soft flesh in rolling waves of agony before it.
"Oooooh," she grunted beneath him as her body shook and trembled from the unforgivable size of his huge male organ surging so relentlessly into her.
"Christ, she's tight," the man gasped to the crowd that surrounded them. Again he slammed hard into her, nosing the hotly throbbing shaft through her sucking tunnel and pushing her inner organs into tiny tight balls that could not breathe or move. It felt as though the head of his cock were coming out her throat, curling around her neck and shoulders to take her life away.
Then it stopped! With a crackling smack on her pelvis, his loins thudded harshly into her defenselessly upturned cunt; his huge sperm-inflated balls slipped lewdly down between her nakedly spread buttocks ... and she could feel them, like a huge balloon, lying warmly there.
He lay above her for a moment, letting her tight little cunt accustom itself to his mammoth rod of throbbing flesh buried deep within her belly. He looked down at her pain contorted face, smiling as he saw her jaw loosen, and her eyes stare almost warmly up at him.
"Oooh, yessss, that's better," she sighed. But then he began again, flexing the blood-filled tip slightly so that it wedged a fraction of an inch further into her tortured womb. She groaned. He flicked his cock again, and then once more, before beginning a slow rotating motion with his buttocks, brushing his hair covered belly against her nakedly squirming young body. And all the time he continued to grind his long hard cock into the still cringing walls of her vagina, pushing her hotly clinging flesh wider and wider with each thrust until there was no further muscular resistance.
The torturous feeling was easing and a strange sensation of relaxation tingled through her helpless body. Yes, she thought, at least now it doesn't hurt, not like before. It felt almost good, in fact, as her wetly dilated vagina grew and expanded before his uncontrolled assault into her. The strange carressive torture being inflicted by a dozen unseen hands began to fill her with a weird sense of masochistic pleasure, and she looked down at the crowd wild with lewd expectation now that she had ceased protesting his brutal entry and smiled a strangely satisfied smile at her own outrageous debasement. It was something she had never experienced in her short life, this utterly degrading sensation of being fucked by a strange man and being watched as he did these foul things to her. She felt the hands come up and grope at her, and saw the hungry faces of both men and women kissing her legs beneath the straining giant of a man, and suddenly she wanted all of them. Yes, she would love to fuck every one of them, one by one, or in twos, pushing their cocks and cunts into her face, while they fucked into her from in front and behind.
"Ugggh, oh yes, screw me like this, yesssss, fuck, oh, fuck meeee!" she crooned into her assailant's face, obscenely writhing her body around the padding in a display of complete abandonment.
She couldn't believe what she had just said. Her conscious mind recognized suddenly, as her physical being just had, that she was liking every inch of the long thick rod plunging so wildly into her. She felt a hand flutter across her smoothly rotating buttocks, then she felt a finger and a hand, more fingers and hands dancing over her frantically grinding moon-shaped ass cheeks. A fingertip probed under the mountain man's dangling balls and found her tiny puckered anus; the finger began flicking teasingly at it like another tongue. Quickly, without preparation, the outstretched finger sank cruelly in. She jerked away from the impaling finger, but then after the shock from the first painful intrusion had passed, she began unconsciously gyrating her hips downward in an abandoned rhythm, with the increasing speed of the dock and finger stroking her at the same time.
The huge mountaineer swept and rammed into her, and the dark haired coed felt a growing and frantic abandon of sensation from the hands working at her every sensual part. She could feel him fucking into her more sadistically now, and she looked with unleashed passion into his lust-contorted face. Her breath came in short quick gasps, meeting his long exhales of air that came heaving from his chest with each hard thrust he made into her. She was on fire from the combination of his huge burgeoning cock and the finger that thrust in and out in her tightly puckering anus, and she thought she would explode with the heat of violent passion boiling around in her belly. Hot hands clasped her nakedly bobbing breasts, and circled down to assist the finger plunging into her vaseline smeared rectum. Now there were two, or was it three fingers jammed tight into her defiled nether passage.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, shit, fuck, fuck," she crooned up into his wetly slobbering lips ... and gave way to her own shamelessly aroused animalism....
CHAPTER TEN
Reverend Stonningham stood over his depraved congregation watching the lewd rhythmic sway of fucking bodies in front of him as though he were a conductor directing a grotesque symphony orchestra. His own body shook back and forth with the constant sluicing sound of flesh smacking on flesh, and his eyes sealed themselves momentarily on the figures of Susan and the huge mountain man whose buffeting torsos were spread at his feet.
His own cock was hardening now until he thought he could control himself no longer. The sight of Jessica sucking on Bill Carpenter's long pulsating penis a few rows away from him and the vision of Judy Carpenter openly finger fucking herself beside them filled him with a burning uncontrollable lust. Yes, Jessica had gotten what she came here for tonight and so had the Carpenter couple, even though they didn't know it. Everyone was just doing fine, much better than he had imagined, in fact. He was glad Wilbur had come back to help him ward off the crowd, who had tried to swarm over Susan as soon as the giant idiot, Bert Sanders, had begun to fuck into her. Well, she had been begging for something big and fat to screw her, and they'd done everything they could to oblige. Things were reaching a lewd crescendo now, he thought, and like an impresario who was directing a kind of tragic-comic opera, he wanted to bring the curtain down on an appropriately heightened climax to the evening's activities. He took one last look at the obscene revelers gathered around him, and again his eyes went to Jessica and the Carpenter couple. While Jessica clasped and unclasped her full sensuous lips around the lust-swollen head of Carpenter's throbbing cock, Judy Carpenter, who had taken off her robe, was fondling the ballooning sac of her husband's balls with one hand while she kneaded the full succulent mounds of Jessica's breast with the other.
He hadn't thought of Jason all evening, but as he began undoing his own robe a sudden preternatural flash went through his mind that he tried to shake off. He should have been more careful with his older son what had happened this afternoon was not to be taken lightly! But then the unconscious warning was overwhelmed by the thought of what he was about to do as a conclusion to the depraved ceremony.
He dropped his robe on the floor and approached Susan and Sanders. The big man had cupped the girl's tightly clenched buttocks in the palms of his enormous hands, and he was fucking his huge cock rapidly in and out of the wetly glistening lips of her cunt as though he might cum any moment. The Reverend stepped closer until he stood directly over them.
"Turn her over on her side so I can get at her," Stonningham boomed, his hand jerking his own lewdly stiffening cock into a stone-hard length of pulsing flesh. The mountain man obligingly dipped to one side, tumbling Susan's nakedly writhing body onto her hips and sides so that her still rotating buttocks pointed obscenely back at the Reverend.
"Push her closer to the side of the mat, ya hear," Stonningham commanded, getting down on all fours so that he faced Susan's white flanked ass cheeks. Susan and Sanders nudged over until the girl's smoothly rounded buttocks were jutting provocatively against the kneeling Stonningham's knees.
He leered down at the obscenely panting young girl and slowly drew aside the soft white mounds of her buttocks, pushing in where the various fingers had been thrusting a moment ago. Susan groaned and tried to tense her sphincters but she was accustomed to the strange intrusion, and again she picked up the powerful rhythm of fucking from the man plunging hotly in from the front. The Reverend wormed his outstretched finger around and around, in her rectum, feeling the tight rubbery opening expanding and contracting warmly, her cheeks pushing warmly against the palm of his hand.
"Oh, yes, Reverend, stick your finger up my ass hole, fuck me with your fingers," Susan begged suddenly, ramming her soft white ass back hard against his hand. The congregation began expectantly lining up around the platform once more, leering like spectators at a boxing match at the three obscene performers. Jessica and the Carpenters had moved from their position three rows behind the platform and had come up onto the stage opposite Susan, the Reverend, and the strange man. Pushed in between a wall of sprawling bodies, Jessica kneeled down, almost imitating, the Reverend's hunched over position, and continued ovaling her lips around Carpenter's blood-filled rod. Carpenter was lying out flat on his back so that both women could have access to him. His wife thrust over his face, with her thighs out stretched, and pushed her warmly moistened cunt right down against his mouth, swiveling her hips up so that his tongue plunged obscenely into her wetly dilating vaginal passage.
Stonningham opened Susan's softly fleshed young buttocks wide again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large drop of spittle from his lips to further moisten and lubricate his entry. Meanwhile, Sanders continued thrusting into her from in front, deliberately jiggling Susan's buttocks backwards against the older man. Stonningham leaned forward, pressing his naked body into her back, the thick full length of his cock lay throbbing in the crevice of her ass, the tip resting against the tiny throbbing hole lubricated from vaseline and his own saliva. Stretching the white soft moons apart with his hands, the Reverend levered up on his arm and pressed slightly with his hips for a moment and directed his rock hard shaft straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her defenseless little ass.
Susan jerked her buttocks, unprepared for this larger invasion of her nether parts. She had been prepared for another finger, yes but this was too much! She pushed forward into the mountain man's chest in front of her but she could not escape. The brutal impalement of her tiny puckering anus began, and she jammed her buttocks back at the Reverend, trying to throw him off from beside her. With each buck of her body Stonningham's cock skewered further and further into her tightly resisting anus another cruel and painful inch, until finally....
"Aaaagh, Uuuuugh!" she gasped out the last of her strength and Stonningham's thick penis slipped unimpeded into the hotly clasping depths of her rear passage to the hilt. For a moment Susan jerked painfully. Then she began falling into the slow unconscious rhythm that matched the man fucking into her from in front. It was useless for her to resist any longer as each pulsation of her loins only widened and stretched her tight little rectum to greater and more painful dimensions. But she still moved, though not knowing it. It was trained into her now, as rats learn instinctively how to find their way through a maze to attain their gratification yes, she was a trained animal, nothing more than a human being who had been reduced to its most elemental and bestial components.
"Yes, brethren, it's a tight little ass hole," the minister shouted demoniacally at the watching congregation, and began fucking into the young girl's rectum like a man gone mad.
Jason Stonningham had managed to get through the crowd to the base of the platform and now watched as his father began skewering into Susan's wantonly writhing white buttocks while the gigantic Sanders plunged into her from in front. He held the pistol down by his thighs so no one could see it, and he could feel his hands grow sweaty with anxiety over what he would have to do next. He saw Wilbur, now dressed in jeans and denim jacket standing on the platform, and he realized that it wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought. He pushed behind some people so his brother couldn't see him shifting to a position where he could still watch the three naked figures writhing wildly in the midst of the crowd. Christ, the old man was really throwing it to her, he winced. He could see Stonningham grasping the girl's smoothly rounded hips in one hand and pulling her knees back with the other, so that her legs formed a cupping mass of flesh against the older man's body. Jason heard a groan of servile and passionate acceptance sputter from Susan's mouth just before she began thrusting back at him with her clenched buttocks, waving her head from side to side, so that her long jet black hair flowed wildly over both men's heads.
Susan lay on her side sandwiched between the two hotly skewering men, impaled like an insect on their cocks, with only a thin wall of flesh between her anus and cunt separating the two vicious rods. They had begun to stroke in a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft resilient foam rubber. She was muttering a long low whine that sung out over the voices of the crowd all the time they thrust and then withdrew, then plunged again. Occasionally a deep grunt from her chest heaved out spasmodically as they smacked her body with harder and harder force.
Jessica and the Carpenter couple had managed to slide closer to the three nakedly fucking people, and as Jessica sucked, she watched the others, mesmerized. The feeling of Bill Carpenter's thick meaty penis filling her mouth and touching against her cheeks was intensified by the lewd sights all around her. Above, over Bill Carpenter's mouth, Judy, was pushing her wetly pulsating pussy back and forth and up and down across his voraciously licking tongue. Jessica could feel the Carpenter woman's wildly rotating hips brushing against her own nakedly jouncing breasts. And then there were other, equally obscene sights, that were almost beyond description. Everyone seemed to be copulating at once, and the barn felt as though it would explode with the incredible groaning, smacking noise. Her eyes flickered over the scene as she pulled her lips over the rubbery hard head of the rod of flesh in her mouth; yes, it was happening, it had all come true! Jessica's mind spun wildly, she had never expected it to be like this! From the corner of her excited lust-dimmed eyes, she watched the two wetly glistening great cocks less than three feet away from her, moist and gleaming their full lengths from Susan's vaginal secretions and vaseline, fucking into her. She could dimly see the ragged pink edges of the dark-haired cunt drawing back with Sanders' cock on the outstroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The same was true with the warmly sucking aperture of her anus as Stonningham began thrusting insanely in, the strokes mounting in demonic fury.
And the naked young coed wasn't struggling from it: she was enjoying it! When the Reverend had first pushed through her tightly clasping anus she had felt a surge of pain boiling into her belly, but now, with the rhythm of the two of them fucking into her from in front and behind, it began to feel good, as it had when the evening had started. She undulated her body between the two men, and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles, moving back to meet the upthrust of Stonningham and then forward to swallow the whole of Sanders' huge plunging cock into her hotly steaming pussy.
"Oooooooh, yesssss, oooooh, fuck me, fuuuuuuccccck!" she chanted on and on. Wilder and wilder they grew, slamming the young girl back and forth like a limp rag doll between them. Their groans rose an octave over those of the congregation, intermingling in a mad choir of sexual abandonment.
Susan could feel both viciously thrusting cocks ramming into her now as though they would break through the thin membrane separating one from the other and impale her on a continuous fusion of hot male flesh. Inside she was building toward a climax the likes of which she would never experience, ever again. It came first like a roll of distant thunder, rumbling in her loins with each mad thrust and counterthrust into her. Then, it began erupting like gusts of a hurricane wind, gushing through her loins in an uncontrollable frenzy of pain pleasure that obliterated everything from her mind.
"Aaaaauuurrrggghhh," she screamed, "aaaahhhhaaaahhh, God, keep fucking, keep onnnnnn! I'm ... I'm ... I AM CUUMMMIIINNGG!" The impaled girl was out of her mind with exploding desire now and she began sobbing and wrenching her hips back and forth, slinging her head spasmodically from side to side and spilling her long black hair over the lust-contorted face of the Reverend behind. Both men, knowing they had finally brought her to total subjugation, began plunging wildly forward, embedding their wildly ejaculating cocks deep into her hotly convulsing pussy and rectum ... pumping their heated white cum far, far up her belly. They collapsed in a spent, satiated heap for a moment. The huge mountain man rolled from in front of her body: his penis, still hard in spite of his orgasm, slipped from her wide-stretched pussy with a wet sucking noise that could be heard above the orgiastic rapture of the crowd. Then the Reverend slowly withdrew and lay in a dazed state beside her.
Less than a yard away the Carpenter couple and Jessica were coming to an equally unrestrained climax. Judy had reached back behind her and fucked her fingers in and out of Jessica's wetly heated pussy while Jessica continued to gluttonously suck on the long hot length of the husband's cock. Bill Carpenter was licking and sucking Judy's warmly dilating pussy, thrusting his wet thick tongue in and out of her clasping vaginal walls. All three of them were lost in the crowd of bodies and cocks that played over them. When their orgasm came, spurting first in wild sputterings of semen from Carpenter's cock into Jessica's gulping mouth, the sound of their release seemed dwarfed by the din of collective orgasm that rocketed in an unearthly rumble throughout the room.
Jason Stonningham struggled onto the platform, pushing writhing bodies out of his path, and stepping over contorting figures laid out in depraved postures below him. It was a nightmare conceived and perpetrated by the devil himself, Jason thought as he approached the prone form of his father lying flat on his back a few feet from the nakedly battered body of Susan. The young Stonningham looked at the Reverend for one long, agonized second, then raised his pistol and shot his father in the head.
Suddenly arms were clenching at him, dragging him down the platform and into the center of the barn. Jason felt their hands going around his neck, felt teeth of a dozen hungry cannibals sinking into his arms and legs. Then he saw the face of his brother, and another pistol raised in Wilbur's hand. His stocky younger brother was grinning. He was pushing the pistols into Jason's face, and Jason was trying to shake off the teeth that tore at his flesh. There was a flash and everything was blackness....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the midst of the screaming turmoil, Susan had leaped up, suddenly aware that she must flee before the crowd turned on her, as she knew they would. When Jason had shot his father, her body had been splattered with Stonningham's blood. Fighting nausea, she picked up the first discarded robe she came to and threw it over her shoulders. A moment later, she faded into the Georgia night.
Now she limped along the deserted road, heading down from Stonningham's place in the direction of town. It was quiet outside. The fields of corn ready to be harvested rose on either side of the road, solemn and mournful looking in the lustrous moonlight. Tears coursed down her cheeks, and she sobbed fitfully, from time to time stopping and pressing her hands to her painfully ravaged loins. She had no idea what she would do when she got to the train station. She had no money, and she looked utterly disgraceful, with the hooded robe not quite concealing the blood that had spilled on her. She had seen Jason being drawn back into the crowd, then had heard screaming just before another shot rang out but she didn't know if it had been Jason firing again or whether they had gotten him. Even in her distraught state, she felt a deepening sorrow for him. There was no doubt that he had sacrificed his own life for her, and was now being torn to pieces by the mob. It was a nightmare, she said to herself. It is a nightmare. Nothing she had ever read about or imagined could compare to what had happened to her during the last twenty four hours. She was sure that when she told Jim about it, he just wouldn't believe her. How could anyone believe such an insane story? She realized now, with a sudden sense of dread, that she would never be able to convince people of what was going on up there at the Stonningham house. She could tell them she had been rapedtell Jim, yes, but the rest would have to be her little secret, shared with only herself for the rest of her life.
She could see the lights of Calgary now, just up the road, and she quickened her pace. It didn't occur to her what she would say when she met the first person in town. She would ask for something strong to drink and then she would call Jim. Then she would see him, in no more than three or four hours, she hoped.
There would be a nice warm bed, and, yes, it would be in his apartment. She needed him now, as she had never needed anything in her short life.
