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INTRODUCTION
Small town crime turns out to be big time business in the rural Oklahoma township fringed by an Indian reservation and cattle ranches, and peopled with staunch Southern Baptists. Somebody was trying to force Jody Powers, a tempestuous rancher's daughter, off the tradition-rich land ranched by her father and his father before him.
The land itsef, afflicted with drought and scorching heat, becomes a battlefield of greed against heritage when following Jody's father's 'accidental' death, the heiress is barraged with annoying offers to buy her land. Her refusals to sell sparks off an onslaught of terrifying experiences meant to intimidate. One by one Jody discovers her cattle dying of a mysterious condition; her precious water supply is poisoned, and late one evening she is attacked and raped in her own home. Who and why?
The Raped Heiress is Edward Mitchell's story of one young woman's battle against organized crime and her attempts to force them to reveal themselves and their motives. But their intricately woven plot is knotted with politics, big odds for a young, helpless woman to beat.
We, the publishers are proud to present this novel to the fans of Edward Mitchell.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The girl standing in the cool shadows of the front porch was tall and slender. The tight denims molded snugly from her small waist to the tops of her dusty cowgirl boots revealed the round swell of her hips and the softer curves of tapered thigh. Her blue plaid western style shirt, unsnapped to the third snap with sleeves rolled up to the elbow, was thrust out provocatively by the twin mounds of her full, wide-set breasts. Her limbs were long and lanky, yet strong and tanned. The mass of chestnut curls tumbling riotously about her shoulders, bleached by the scorching Oklahoma sun, added a healthy depth to her golden tanned skin.
Standing on the bottom porch step below, the teddy-bearish little man in polyester western style pants stared up at the lush lines of her high-breasted body and licked his lips. "You 'spose you could spare a few moments?" the pudgy little man drawled. "I have a proposition I'd like to discuss with you."
Jody Powers smothered a sigh of exasperation. The short man's name was Simon Lokken, law his profession. And this wasn't the first time he'd called unannounced-and although the price varied, it was always the same unwanted negotiations he pressed to make.
"I was just about to ride out to the back forty to check on a calf," she replied civilly. "The water's been low this summer and a few of my cattle have been getting bloated from drinking it...."
"Only a few minutes, Miss Powers ... only a few minutes," the man insisted.
Wearily, Jody drew an arm across her sheening forehead. "I don't see much point in dragging this out," she began. "If it's the same deal you offered me last time...."
"You owe it to yourself," the lawyer urged. "If you're the business woman you claim to be."
Jody glowered in annoyance. Really, it was irksome being pestered by these small town hustlers when she had so darn much to do! But she supposed she would have to listen to the wretched man once more. How else could she get rid of him? "Come on in then ... and get out of that hot sun," she invited if only to be polite.
Lokken glanced around as he'd waited for her invitation. Years ago, when the girl's father had bought this cattle ranch when his wife was still living, this had been one of the best pieces of property around Beaver, Oklahoma. It stood on a rise ten miles out of town, looking over a small but substantial lake. But as Powers got older and began diminishing his inventory of cattle, the place had become neglected until now, six weeks after his burial, the two story wooden home was peeling and shabby. The flower garden was completely overrun by ragweed and wild grasses. One of the barns had a huge hole in its roof and where ten horses had once galloped around the corral, now only two old mares barely raised dust. The only thing on the whole property that wore a shine was the two-tone green pick-up truck parked in the driveway.
Lokken hitched his attache case under his arm, pushed back the wide brim felt hat on his head and mounted the steps into the house, passing by a yawning German shepherd as he stepped through the creaking screen door into the kitchen.
The interior wore the same aging listlessness of an ailing old man. Empty coffee cans were stationed about the peeling countertops, filled with an assortment of nuts and bolts and useless bits of string that might come in handy someday. An animal's dog dish sat in the corner and the chairs were sturdy wooden ones, painted a rainbow of colors over the years, as their chipped paint attested.
Jody led the way through the kitchen into the sitting room overlooking the weed-infested garden and turned to confront him. Her face, slightly taut by impatience and irritability, was still beautiful. The nose was short and straight; the eyebrows curved over amber brown eyes with a striking luminous quality, as if illuminated from behind. Above a dimpled, determined chin a soft lipped mouth curved upwards at the corners as if ready to break into a laugh any second. And across it all, a splash of brown freckles gave a spontaneous appearance to her girlish-womanish face.
"What do you want this time?" she asked curtly, eyeing the lawyer's pudgy, waddling figure with disapproval. She had never liked this man even as a child. His tight lipped mouth had a predatory nervous twitch and his small eyes reflected that same gleam. Under that roly-poly light hearted nature was a cold, calculating man-the type of person who would pick you up only to strike you again.
Lokken laid his brief case carefully on the table, hitched up his polyester western style pants and lowered himself into an armchair. "First of all," he said mendaciously, "I should like to express my sympathy over the death of your father-that was a tragic-ah, accident that befell the man."
"Accident?" Jody repeated. "I doubt that was an accident! My father was born and raised on this land. He certainly wouldn't have set an animal trap where he or his dog could stumble onto it."
Indeed, Martin Powers' fatal accident had dubious origins. The death certificate read 'accident' but Jody knew that the bullet that entered her father's heart when he 'accidentally' stepped upon the animal trap, sringing it so that the knife-like teeth bit into his ankle, was not from his own gun. That coyotes had been sneaking around the hen house was a fact of farm life, but Martin Powers didn't believe in slow agonizing death for animals, predatory though they may be. He was a decent man who would have shot the animal and given it a decent burial ... not left it there to chew its own flesh free of the trap. To this date, no one had bothered to examine the gun that Martin Powers had been carrying to see if it had indeed been fired. As far as the Beaver authorities were concerned, the issue was closed.
"He certainly left you with a handful, didn't he?"
Jody stared at him without replying. When she'd heard of her father's death, the decision was already cemented in her head to take over the ranch. After three years of studying veterinary medicine at the university and a childhood of living around animals and the rugged, often inhospitable terrain, she was far from giving up. The five hundred acres of range land was some of the best in the county, and though the beef cattle herd had diminished lately for some mysterious reason she had hopes of building it back up. She needed help, a confidant, someone familiar with ranching who could help bring the ranch back on its feet. She was still shocked and grieved by her father's loss, for her father had been one such man.
"Yes, siree," Lokken was saying unctuously, "too darned bad. Especialy when the drought is gettin' the best of us ... hard business trying to build up a herd under those conditions."
"There's plenty of grazing land for those cattle, Mr. Lokken," she replied tartly. "There's at least one hundred and fifty acres of untouched grazing land."
"But you've got creditors, Miss Powers. Don't forget that." He spread his hands and shrugged. "In fact, when your father died he left a hell of a bill down at the farmer's cooperative."
"You seem to know an awfully lot about my father's monetary affairs," said Jody raising an eyebrow. The toe of one of her dusty cowgirl boots was tapping impatiently on the wood floor. "What is it you came here for, Mr. Lokken. Please ... I have things to do ... "
"Ah, yes." Lokken's round belly hid his silver belt buckle as he leaned over the table to reach for his attache case and draw out a manila envelope from which he took a sheet of paper.
"My clients have requested that I approach your one more time to make you a formal offer of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, which would cover your father's debts and-"
Jody's amber eyes were flashing. "Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for all that land? You must be joking!"
"It's a lot of money just the same," said Lokken hastily. "I doubt if you could make that much of a profit off this place if you put it up for auction and certainly...." and here he paused to smile thinly. " ... certainly a young woman like yourself doesn't want to shut herself off from the rest of the world out here in God's country."
"I don't have to defend my reasoning, Mr. Lokken," the angry girl stormed. "I've told you before ... I am not going to sell this land! My father was born and raised here and so was I, and I'll be damned if a high fallutin' lawyer like you is going to talk me into selling it!"
Lokken drew in a long breath. "I must tell you that my clients will not raise their offer," said the lawyer imperturbably. "This is the last and final offer. My clients say...."
"Your clients!" Jody spat fiercely. "I'd like to know who these mysterious clients are. Even if I decided to sell-which I won't do-I wouldn't dream of doing busines with somebody who hasn't the courage to deal with me in person."
"There is nothing out of the ordinary about a lawyer bargaining on a sale of land on behalf of his clients, who, incidentally, have every right to remain unknown to you."
"Obviously, Mr. Lokken, what's acceptable to you is not to me! And why you keep coming back again and again, even after I've told you I will never sell, is a bit of a mystery to me. Who are these people anyway and what's the big deal about this ranch?" She jabbed a finger out the window where the softly rolling prairie lands golden for want of water, stretched as far as the eye could see. "There's at least half a dozen ranches in the county up for sale because of the drought and high prices. Why this ranch ... that's what I want to know!" She rested her hands on her hips, glaring down at the plumped up man.
"As their paid representative I have no right to divulge their identity." He sounded terribly pompous for such a runt of man, thought Jody. "If you're half as bright as you appear to be, Miss Powers, you will consider the offer."
Jody breathed hard. Lokken had appeared the day she returned from Oklahoma City, bearing an unsolicited offer to buy her out for a hundred and seventy five thousand dollars. She had sent him packing, but he returned the second day bearing an offer raised by twenty thousand dollars. From then on it was like a traveling poker game ... him raising and she folding. On this, the sixth visit, she was angry-angry at the insolence of these unknown buyers who seemed to think that everything had a price. They could offer her four million dollars and she wouldn't sell this land. This was her heritage, it bore a tradition, a proud one at that. She was angry at the intrusion on her privacy, angry because she distrusted Lokken and angriest of all because what he said about her father's debts was true.
In fact, any accountant would have advised her to accept the offer and consider herself to be lucky, ridded of a losing proposition. But Jody was a idealist, a tempestuous, hard-headed country girl who preferred tradition to money.
"I have heard you out, Mr. Lokken and the answer is still no!" she said emphatically. "You can tell your clients, whoever they are, that I will not sell under any conditions. Is that clear? Furthermore, I prefer that you never set foot on this land again. Now will you please be good enough to leave?"
Jody stood before him, her lushly ripened breasts heaving, her lip curling scornfully as she jerked her tawny head imperiously at the door. Lokken flushed darkly as he stuffed the envelope back into his attache case, grabbed his felt hat by the high lips and perched it atop his head like some kind of toadstool on a fat stem. His eyes lingered for a moment on the sensually swelling contours thrusting out her shirt as he stood up, meeting her eye to eye. He'd bet ten dollars that bitch wasn't wearing a brassiere under that shirt! He could see her breasts move softly under the faded cotton as she breathed, the nipples clearly outlined. His fingers whitened momentarily on the leather of his attache case and then he said: "That is your last refusal?"
"I'm glad you finally understand."
Lokken's eyes were glittering angrily now. "I can promise you, Miss Powers, that you have made a mistake." For such a short man he had a powerful voice. "A very poor decision...."
Raking her voluptuous young body with his eyes, he swung on his heel and left the house. She heard his cowboy boots battering against the rickety front steps. A moment later the motor of his truck turned over and the crunch of gravel caused a twister of dust to cloud the driveway.
CHAPTER TWO
Within the week strange things started to go wrong on the ranch. The newly purchased breeding bull was found in the back pastures with a bullet through his head and John Brown, a reservation Indian who had worked for Martin Powers for years suddenly failed to show up to mend the fences. Attempts to hire help were less than promising.
And Jody was worried. The fact that Lokken-or whoever was behind him-had upped the original low offer many times made her uncomfortably suspicious. Why would anybody go to all the trouble of buying that land when everybody knew farming was a losing proposition? Sure, the price of beef was going up, but so was the price of feed, and baling wire was impossible to get except on the black market. Now with the drought drying up the water supply, who could predict if she would even be in business next year. So why was it important to purchase, then? And why should the prospective buyers keep their identity secret? She wrestled with her memory, trying to recall if her father had even offhandedly mentioned offering the ranch up for sale. No, she decided staunchly, it had never been his intention to sell. If anything, he had bemoaned the fact that he had sired only a female to take over the place and keep up the family tradition. Finally, she stopped thinking about her dilemmas and went to work on them.
However hard the struggle might be, her resolution to make a success of the venture in the face of scepticism was strengthened rather than weakened by the mystery.
Then, two days after Lokken's visit she discovered the fences adjoining the Spencer's ranch were cut, followed by the tragedy of half a dozen fine steers chewing up their hide by running through the clipped wire. Then a five day old calf was found belly up floating in the well, putrefying the water supply, its bloated body infested with maggots. The farmer's cooperative was sending nasty letters regarding her father's unpaid debts and the bank wouldn't extend credit.
People in small towns like to talk, and the subject of the Powers girl running the ranch single-handed set the tongues wagging. Martin Powers himself had never won any popularity prizes with the townsfolk since the incident some ten years back when he harbored a fugitive Indian from the nearby reservation who was on the run from the state police for suspected murder. Martin had know Lame Buck since he had joined Powers in going before the town council to support a program to help find ranch work for people on the reservation, and he knew, too, that Lame Buck was no murderer. Plainly, it was another case of prejudice and racial hatred that ran rampant in Beaver. Now that same atmosphere of hatred and suspicion was almost tangible in the town.
Jody lifted her determined chin and shrugged off the stares. These small-minded country hicks were not going to impede upon progress, and if they couldn't accustom themselves to the thought of a woman running a ranch ... well, they could sit on it! She remained undaunted, her spirits high ... until the eighth day when the attack took on a personal nature. Very personal....
She had gone to bed early after an exhausting day riding the range checking the fences and water supply. Four more cattle were found covered with flies and maggots, dead of an unexplainable cause. They had not been attacked by animals, and there was no sign of fever or illness. As a last resort, she managed to drag a caracass down to the barn and flay it open, taking an autopsy. None of the entrails or organs appeared to be sickened. But she did find one interesting thing. In the sensitive area of the neck, not far from the ear, she discovered a thin spot of blood where the cow had been punctured just through the skin. It was a clean cut, inflicted by a sharp instrument ... such as a needle. Without the proper laboratory apparatus it was impossible to specify what was in that needle, but Jody knew it was poison. A clean, sleek way of murdering a cow without evidence.
Now, exhausted after a hot bath it was with a sigh of frustration that the glamorous girl set aside the accounting book and reached for the switch of the bedside lamp. Being the boss, she found, was really a headache! It disturbed her, too, that her father had not briefed her earlier on his financial strife. Perhaps she could have done something ... taken on an assistantship with a veterinarian for the summer....
Just before her slender fingers touched the cord of the lamp, the light went out. Frowning, she groped for the switch and flicked it several times. The room remained dark. Jody threw back the covers and padded barefoot towards the door. The darned lightbulb had burned out! She tried the overhead light switch, with no response.
Jody tutted with annoyance. Another problem! It seemed everything was on the blink. Now she would have to feel her way downstairs and grope around for a flashlight and find the fuse box.
She groped her way down the shallow, creaking stairs, flicking experimentally at each switch she passed on the way. No use: the old house was entirely without power.
The angered girl shivered as she passed through the downstairs room. Her bare foot brushed up against something hairy, making her suck in her breath. But it was only Bones, the German shepherd snoozing drowsily, judging from the dead weight of him. She kicked him with her toe. "Bones ... come on, boy. ... get up." But he didn't stir. Suddenly she turned. Had she heard a noise somewhere behind her in the living room? She listened, her head to one side in the dark. A faucet was dripping monotonously into the sink in the kitchen beyond. Outside the window, the soft stir of leaves tapped lightly against the glass. Otherwise, silence....
Jody was neither nervous nor superstitious by nature, more analytical than anything, but she shivered again and held her short nylon nightie more closely about her body as she jerked open the cluttered cupboard's door to search for the flashlight. God, only knows where Daddy would have-She caught her breath. Her legs were chilled; the rest of her was also-but the air playing on the smooth flesh of her shoulders where they emerged from the flimsy, sleeveless garment was warm! It was ... almost as if ... as if someone was standing there silently in the darkness breathing down her neck!
Before the horrifying thought had crystallized in her mind, a human hand closed in a vise-like grip around her forearm.
Jody screamed. "Bones! Help me, Bones!"
Another hand clamped iself cruelly over the curve of her shoulder as she made an instinctive dash for the door, holding her powerless between the two sets of steely fingers. She screamed again, a high, wild whine of terror sawing into the dark as she struggled frantically to wrestle free of the assailant's brutal grasp. A coarse voice chuckled just behind her ear and the hot breath steamed revoltingly over her vulnerable neck and cheek, smelling sweet with alcohol.
Heavy boots scuffed the floor as she kicked out wildly with her bare legs, and the voice chuckled tauntingly again and then said hoarsely: "This looks like a hot one, Chuck! You better c'mon in and lend a hand, man!"
Footsteps rang across the wood floor from the corner by the sink. The next moment, hard hands were at her knees ... and then a pair of arms locked around her legs and she was swept off her feet, a helpless, writhing captive held between the two intruders like a trapped animal.
For the third time, Jody Powers screamed at the dog, but the man behind her laughed cruelly. "Yell yer fuckin' head off, you little heifer, but that dog of yours is gone for good."
"No ... not Bones!" The captive girl twisted her head and sank her teeth into the thumb of the hand grasping her shoulder.
"Shit!" the man shouted, snatching his fingers away so that the girl sagged almost to the floor, supported only by the hand around her forearm and the second man's grip around her knees. "Little cocksucker bit me!" The night exploded into a sudden throb of pain as the injured hand slashed viciously against the side of Jody's face.
"You bite me one more time, you whore, and I'll cut your tits off!"
The second man laughed. His voice was deeper and in some way stronger than the first. "You said you al'ays like a girl with spunk, Mac," he chuckled. "C'mon ... drag her into the front room!"
Mac shifted his grip, shoving his hands under the struggling girl's arms so that her head and shoulders were smashed against his hard chest and his cruel fingers dug into the tender mounds of her breasts through the thin nylon of her nightie. "Okay, Chuck ... here we go," he said. "Jesus, she's got a pair of tits that'll make your mouth water."
Between them they scuttled the terrified girl through the door and into the living room, blundering against walls and furniture as they strove to control the frenziedly squirming and jackknifing body they were carrying.
"Let me go!" sobbed Jody. "Put me down ... who are you? ... What do you want? Please...."
Jody's mind was a riot of fear and shock and horror. What were her brutal captors doing here? Were they burglars? Passing bums, and though she hated to be suspicious of them-Indians from the reservation out on the prowl? Escaped convicts? What were they doing with her and were there any more around? God, they were so strong, she could never escape these two!
That question was to be answered all too soon. Once in the living room, Chuck let go of Jody's legs and Mac flung her violently face downwards across the round oak table. An instant later a ham-like hand caught her two wrists and twisted them sadistically up into the small of her back; another crunched heavily on the nape of her heck, screwing her face sideways and forcing her head down hard against the hard wood table. She was pinned there, the table edge grinding cruelly into her pelvic bone through the creases of her hips, her legs striking wildly in the darkness behind.
She knew what they wanted. "Let me go!" she wailed.
Mac's grating laugh knifed through the darkness. "We'll let ya go, sweetie . when we get our rocks off!"
As the frantically squirming girl rolled her body from side to side on the hard table top under the relentless pressure of Mac's hand on her neck and wrists, her anguished mind took in the meaning of their words and a cold chill ran the length of her spine. Would they really be so foolish as to...? Surely these men had come for more than to do that...? She had been warned on campus of men who delighted in humiliating and inflicting pain on women, but surely that couldn't be happening to her? OH, God, don't let it!
The second man's deep laugh sounded from somewhere behind her flailing legs. And a half a second afterwards she knew with a tingle of fear that her worst suspicions were about to be realized.
Calloused fingers dug into the backs of her thighs, forcing her legs down. Powerful knees covered in stiff denim slipped into the hollows behind her own knees, splaying her legs apart as they hung over the end of the table; and then the hands had hauled the hem of her nightdress roughly up over her naked young hips and the cold air of the room was playing over her shamefully exposed genitals.
She began to thrash even more wildly on the table, trying to free her legs from the imprisoning pressure behind the knees, trying to break the iron grip on her wrists and escape the hold on her neck that was thrusting her cheeks down and squashing her painfully straining breasts against the wood.
Her struggles were cut short by Chuck's hand slashing brutally down across the tender flesh of her buttocks, one, two, three, four times in savage stinging blows that reduced her to gasps and whimpers of pain.
"Shuddup, you whore!" he snarled. "Or I'll fuck you in the ass!"
Jody's heart skipped a beat at those words. Abruptly, she froze, morgue-like. She lay mewling softly between them, her mind reeling. There was nothing she could do now. She had fought as hard as she could but they were stronger than she. She was a woman completely at the mercy of these two brutes in the dark, held helplessly between them as defenseless as a rag doll, a toy they would use to satisfy their animal lust.
Then the unmistakable metallic whine of a zipper being opened sounded behind her, and then Chuck spoke:
"Tha's a good girlie," he growled. "Relax and go with it, baby. For Chris'sakes, I'm doing you a favor."
Above the terrified girl's head, Mac was breathing heavily. "Attaboy, Chuck!" he gloated. "Stuff it in her! Screw the shit outta the bitch!"
"Just try me!" croaked Chuck.
Jody groaned as she felt his calloused hands seize the softly rounded mounds of her trembling buttocks ... and then suddenly she gasped and jerked convulsively as he let go with one hand, spat on the fingers, and crammed the saliva-wet digits straight into the hair covered vaginal furrow up between her fearfully quivering thighs.
The next moment she felt a hard, hot, rubbery pressure nosing against the tender folds of her flesh at the entrance to her genitals.
Chuck had taken his long, hard penis in one hand and rammed the throbbing head straight at the saliva-dampened orifice of her pussy! Writhing her hips vainly in a futile attempt to escape the lewd assault on her exposed genitals, she began to weep-a storm of rasping sobs that racked her painfully stretched body and sent the hot salty tears spurting from her eyes.
Prying apart the naked ass cheeks below him with the forefinger and thumb of one hand, Chuck stirred the iron hard shaft of his pulsating cock into the warm moist folds of cuntal flesh flowering amidst the silken curls of pussy hair mantling the girl's nakedly spread loins. She felt the muscles and tendons of his legs tense against the backs of her knees. His denim-covered hips leaned hard against her naked buttocks ... and then she gave a strangled moan as the rubbery head of his penis crushed through the fleshy, hair fringed lips of her ppssy and slid an inch into the wetly heated tunnel of her genitals.
He stirred the rigidly pulsing end of his cock into her a few more times, dilating and moistening the tightly contracted hole, stretching the walls of her vagina in preparation for the brutal impalement to come.
Jody moaned again-and then, as he flexed hips one more time and thrust viciously forward up into her belly with his raping penis, she opened her mouth and gave a shrill squeal of alarm.
Her complaint brought a chuckle from Chuck. Releasing his penis, he grabbed her buttocks with both hands and hauled them apart as he thrust the rock hard length of his seeping, throbbing penis far up into the tight clasping tunnel of the sobbing girl's vagina. His hips smacked heavily against her nakedly squirming ass cheeks and his sperm bloated balls swung against the edge of the table as he plunged his shaft of hardened flesh in right up to the hilt with pain as the hotly pulsating cock head bloated and bludgeoned against her tender cervix. Chuck's long, thick penis was enormous, her belly felt as if it were on fire and she was sure the lips of her painfully stretched cunt must be splitting from the girth of the plank-stiff rod of flesh wedged into her loins.
"How's it goin', Chuckie boy?" Mac breathed from the darkness above her contorted, tear-wet face.
He gasped. "Man, but she's a tight one. You wouldn't believe it, man. I gotta take a look at that tight little cunt!"
There followed the sound of clothes being fumbled aside, a soft click and the pencil beam of a small flashlight stabbed the blackness of the room.
"Hey, turn that out!" warned Mac. "They said not to use lights, idiot!"
"Hell, she ain't seen us-not if I keep it right on that pretty little pussy."
He caught his breath with a gasp. "Jesus ... would you look at that," he said softly, almost reverently.
Keeping his grip on her wrists and neck, Mac leaned heavily across the girl's helplessly supine body. As his weight pressed her even more forcefully down against the table top, Jody almost screamed from the pressure of his body flattening her breasts below. "Let me have a peek, then." And then, he, too, let out a gasp of approval.
He was staring over the twin moons of the girl's naked buttocks illuminated by a pool of light so that every hair in the exposed cleft between her ass cheeks stood out sharp and clear. Below the tiny puckering ring of her anus, the thick white stump of Chuck's wetly glistening cock protruded from the gleaming pink lips of her pussy. "Move it around a little Chuck," Mac said hoarsely. "I wanna see those lips suck in when you move."
He watched, fascinated, as his partner began slowly undulating his hips, thrusting and withdrawing his plundering penis so that the ravished girl's brutally stretched cuntal lips were pulled out lasciviously clasping the hard, thick veined shaft of his cock on the outstroke, and then stuffed back into her vaginal cavity again each time he fucked the full length of his cock back into her belly. "Ain' that some-thin'!"
Suddenly, then, the light clicked off.
With a hoarse gasp, Chuck grasped the half naked girl's trembling hips and began ramming it into her with long, hard strokes. "Christ, Mac," he panted. "I just can't ... I just gotta...."
Face downwards on the table, Jody was still shivering with shame and fear. The searing pain of Chuck's bludgeoning entry had subsided somewhat, to be replaced by a dull ache in his belly that was almost-although she dared not admit it to herself-that was almost pleasurable by comparison in its hypnotic rhythm as he sawed in and out in gradually accelerating tempo. The skewering cock plowing into the obscenely milking depths of her cunt was drubbing the tender bud of her clitoris against the edge of the table as it slid up and down the thin wall of flesh separating her cuntal passage from the wood ... and already tiny flames of erotic sensations were licking unwantedly through her loins and sparking the nerves of her belly.
The speed of Chuck's lunges now increased ... the rhythmic smack of his hips against her nakedly upthrust buttocks grew more frantic ... hesitated ... became sporadic-then stepped up again ... until, far up in the throbbing depths of her cunt, she felt his cock bulge and heave. The next moment he gave a choked cry and his raping pole of flesh spewed its white hot load against the neck of her womb, squirt and squirt of creamy, scalding cum in gradually diminishing spurts.
Jody opened her mouth and cried in horror. The cruel hands suddenly released her neck and wrists, and she heard Mac frenziedly panting: "Let me in there, man! Jesus ... move your ass over!"
But before Jody could make any attempt to raise herself from the table, a heavy weight flattened her down and once more against the wood. Chuck had leaped onto her back, pinning her tingling arms to her sides with his knees and leaning forward to rest his sperm wet hands on the naked cheeks of her ass.
She heard a rip of Mac's pants opening. The flashlight clicked on again-but though she twisted her head around as far as she could, she could see nothing but the silhouette of the man straddling her back and a blast of dim shadows cast by the faint light on the far wall.
Jody kicked out fiercely with her now freed legs-but immediately her ankles were grasped in a steely grip and the legs forced down to the floor again. "Okay," she heard Mac say from his crouching position below the table edge, "open 'em up, Chuck, and let's see that we got here!"
The man whose weight was pinning her to the table grasped her buttocks and slowly, torturingly, drew them apart. Mac whistled softly. "Holy shit!"
In the light, the violated girl's plundered little cunt gaped wetly open in its nest of damp hair, the glistening pink folds of flesh gleaming stickily with her vaginal secretions and droplets of Chuck's sperm. There was a trail of cum shining on the inside of her left thigh and between her quivering ass cheeks the pouting, wrinkled hole of her anus distended and contracted in time with the ravished girl's labored breath.
As the two men chortled salaciously together, Jody felt more vulnerable and exposed than she had ever felt in her nineteen years! Held brutally down, bent double in a position of abject humiliation while they played doctor, examining each hair and crevice of her shamefully revealed genitals, she was stripped of every bit of self respect, robbed of every last shred of pride. More quietly this time, she began to cry, the bitter tears welling up from her eyes and splashing on to the table top.
Mac rose slowly to his feet, splaying her thighs apart with his knees as he grasped the hair and cum-covered lips of her fleshy little cunt in fingers and thumbs and drew them slowly apart. The next moment, Jody was squealing with terror as he lunged forward savagely with his hips and slid his massively throbbing penis into the wetly glistening hole of her pussy.
There was no finesse about Mac, no slow buildup to climax. When Mac fucked, he fucked like a bull!
As soon as he felt the scalding elastic grip of Jody's moistly heated cunt close around the hard veined shaft of his cock, he began slamming it into her with long powerful strokes, panting in a fury of lust as he jerked his muscular hips convulsively against her naked buttocks.
Crushed beneath the weight of his partner, the violated rancher felt to her horror the automatic response of her sensually awakening body to the repeated rape of her loins. As Mack's lustfully expanding penis jack hammered in and out of her hotly tingling vaginal cavity, the friction of that iron hard pole of male flesh sawing against the sensitive rubbery nub of her clitoris, teasing it down through her hair lined cuntal lips against the edge of the table, triggered off spasms of unwanted erotic delight that trickled along her nerves and sent her mind reeling.
And in some strange way, some bizarre, latent masochistic manner, the very fact that she was being raped-that she was held in this compromising position being fucked half to death by one stranger while another, who had already raped her himself, watched jubilantly-seemed to heighten the intensity of the damning thrills tremoring out from her ravished loins. Jody Powers, the tempestuous girl who had never yet found a man strong enough to tame her, was getting turned on by the crude assault of two repists she had never seen!
As Mac's powerful hips splatted against her splayed open buttocks with demonic fury and the obscene suck and squelch of his penis tunneling up into her pussy drowned the panting breath of the two men, she began groaning in ecstatic time with his thrusts.
"Ooooooohh ... Aaaaaaahhh! Yesssss-ss! ... Aaaagggghhhhhh!" she chanted on and on as the drubbing rod plowed faster and faster into her wetly throbbing pussy.
Her orgasm took her by surprise. It was the sheer repetition of the pile driving lunges hammering machine like up into the heated depths of her belly that sparked it off. She felt a delicious sensation building deep in the center of her being. She fought with every shred of concentration to wipe it out, but the rhythm of the muscled cock fucking in and out of her love-starved cunt was too much for her. The fleshy globes of her buttocks trembled under Chuck's hands; spasmodic shudders quivered the muscles of her belly and thighs; her hips threshed frenziedly from side to side on the table. And then it came from all directions, and it was upon her....
Even then she tried to hide it. She couldn't allow these two despicable idiots to gloat over their triumph of her body! She couldn't! Biting her lips until the blood came, she swallowed down the cries of ecstasy bursting from her twisted mouth. But it was no use. Her head and shoulders reared up behind Chuck's imprisoning buttocks and her lips flew open.
"Mmmmmmmm! ... Oooogghhh!....
Ah-ah-ahhhhhhhhhhh! I ... I ... Oh God! I'm ... NO, please ... I'm cumming!"
And as the big man fucked into her hotly trembling cunt sensed his victory of the writhing girl, his own climax seethed from his balls and exploded within him. Throwing back his head with a strangled cry of triumph, he seized her nakedly flaring hips and slammed his pelvis savagely against her ass cheeks as his burgeoning penis began a wild jerking that spewed gush after gush of heated semen far up into the walls of her sucking pussy.
For long moments there was no sound in the darkened house but the labored breathing of three pairs of well-used lungs. Chuck clambered slowly off Jody's back and zippered up the fly of his pants. Mac withdrew his deflating penis from the hairy lips of the ravished girl's vagina and slowly straightened up. "Christ!" he mumbled thickly. Jody lay motionless on the table, her legs trailing limply over the edge, her mind a storm of shame and revulsion and self disgust ... and ... carnal delight.
Suddenly she was brought back to reality when rough hands seized her wrists and strapped them tightly together behind her back with a belt. Another was buckled around her biceps, tying her arms to her sides. Then, lifting her off the table, they pushed her down on to the floor and Chuck laughed. "Thanks lady!"
And then they left, banging the screen door after them.
CHAPTER THREE
Beaver's Police Headquarters hadn't changed since Jody Powers was a little girl. She sat in the sheriffs office on a straight backed chair, her knees primly together, her hands folded over the purse in her lap. She was wearing a summer shirtwaist dress and her hair was freshly brushed. As usual, she wore no make-up-didn't have to-though lines of fatigue were etched around her luminous amber eyes, for it had been daylight before she'd been able to free herself from the straps binding her wrists and arms to the dining room table. Her wrists were braceleted with deep red marks, raw and sore.
Arnold Pigson, Beaver's Chief of Police, eyed the girl with wry amusement, sprawled as he was in the swivel chair beside the khaki filing cabinets. His meaty ankles were crossed atop his scarred wood desk, his buttocks flattened against a chair struggling on the two hind legs. His collar was open and he idly chewed at an unlit cigar. As of this moment, he had not yet said a word.
"I heard one of them call the other Mac and the other was, um, Chuck," said Jody Powers. "They must have come through the screen door becuase they were hiding, waiting for me in the living room. They turned off the electricity-obviously so I couldn't get a look at them. After that they ... well...." And here she flushed. "I already told you what they did to me."
"They didn't steal anything, break anything...?"
"They ... they killed my dog! Slit his throat from ear to ear...!"
"That's all?"
"All?" Jody's eyebrows arched and her forehead went tight with anger. "Two men break into my house and rape me, kill my dog and tamper with the electrical company's equipment and you say 'that's all'?"
Pigson's chair rocked down on all fours as he lifted his feet from the desk and sat staring at her. "I make the charges around here, Miss Powers. They switched off the mains, right? They didn't cut wires, right?"
"Yes, but-"
"So they've damanged nothing. They came through an opened door ... they didn't force entry. My God, girl, a woman like you living out there alone, I should think you would lock the doors."
"It was closed...." Jody compressed her lips. "What about killing my dog and raping me ... I suppose I asked for that, huh?"
"You claim you were assaulted and raped," said Pigson. "How am I to know your boy friend didn't get ideas with you and you plumped up this story. A lotta women claim to be raped, and the books prove nine times out of then they were only too willin' in the first place-and then they change their minds when it's over."
Jody's amber eyes narrowed into slits. "Are you suggesting," she stormed, "that I willingly ... that I wanted a couple of dirty bums to come into my house and terrorize me?"
"Lady," said Pigson mockingly, "I ain' suggestin' nothin', I'm just try in' to get the facts straight as far as the law is concerned. I ain' Ann Landers you know. Now...." he said, resuming the monotonous gnawing on his cigar and leaning back, balancing on two hind chair legs. " ... If you're chargin' them with rape we need evidence. Bruises, wounds? You gotta be willin' to show them to me so we can take some photos." A slight smirk crossed his lips.
Jody's cheeks went red. What was she supposed to do...? Show him the purplish spots on the soft flesh of her buttocks, or the swollen lips of her ravished vagina? "Here are the marks from where they tied me up," she said, rolling up the sleeves to her dress. "There's more on my shoulders where they dragged me from the kitchen to the living room...."
After a cursory glance, Arnold Pigson's crooked smirk grew. "Come on, Miss Powers. How can I be sure you didn't get that from ropin' calves or tossin' hay?"
"But I-"
"I guess that tosses the assault charge out the window. Now about the rape." The bulbous man chewed on his cigar thoughtfully for a moment, hooking one thumb in the gape of his pocket, studying her unnervingly. "I assume you went to a doctor first thing this mornin'-and got him to sign an affidavit testifying to the sperm count?"
Jody fell silent. Finally, she cleared her throat. "I ... ah ... no. It didn't occur to me....
"Sorry, Miss Powers." He shook his bowling ball bald head. "Can't take it to court without an affidavit," he fawned. "And it ain' no good goin' now. If the doc found anythin', who's to say you didn't get yourself la... ah, you didn't have intercourse with someone since then."
Jody burst out angrily. "D'you think I enjoy coming here and telling you all these intimate details so that you can tell me I'm a promiscuous woman who doesn't know if she's being made love to or raped?"
"I ain' makin' no personal judgment, miss. I'm just tryin' to get the facts that will stand up in a court of law, and so far," he said, shaking his heavy jowls, "I ain' found nothin' in your story that the citizens of Beaver's gonna buy. So far," he said, swinging his feet off the desk and poking around in the desk drawer for a pencil. " ... we got no evidence. How about a description."
"It ... it was dark. They turned off the mains."
Pigson pooched out his livery lips. "I thought you said they used a flashlight?"
"They did ... but it was a little one and they only used it to ... to look at me ... down there." Her embarrassment was getting the better of her composure, a tough fight for the Powers girl. "One of them was sitting on my back with my face down across the table. I ... I could only see a shadow on the wall."
"So can you describe the shadow...? Any impression of size? Color?" He straightened when he said it: "Probably those goddamned good for nothin' Indians from the reservation off makin' a peyote panty raid."
"I doubt that!" Jody drew in her breath, straightening. Like her father, she harbored a soft spot in her heart for the downtrodden, culturally raped Indians planted on the reservations in rural Oklahoma. They bore the brunt of prejudice, were accused of every crime. For his humanistic compassion Martin Powers had been subtly ostracized from his community, which is why he had sent his only child away from Beaver to a private high school in Oklahoma City. "They didn't speak like Indians."
"Then what did they speak like?"
"Ah, they were both big men ... with deep voices. One was much deeper than the other and seemed to be more in control of himself, if you know what I mean." She leaned back and looked at him expectantly.
"Somebody rapes you and you call him in control of himself?" Pigson let out a deep sigh and threw the pencil down on the desk. "That's no description, Miss. Would you recognize these men if you saw them in a line-up?"
"I ... I might if I heard them talk."
"We need a physical description."
"Then I guess not." Jody looked down at her lap, nervously scraping her thumb nail against the leather of her handbag.
A bored expression came over Pigson's face. "So we have two unidentified men coming in through your open screen door with no evidence of foul play and you, I 'spose, expect me to have them behind bars in twenty four hours."
"That's your job, isn't it?" she asked coldly. "And I brought you the belts as evidence. There must be dozens of fingerprints on them." She nodded toward the coiled straps laying on Pigson's littered desk.
"We don't keep everybody's fingerprints on file. "This isn't Columbo you're watchin', Miss ... this is real life!" Pigson swung his chair around to face her and planted his big feet in their cowboy boots solidly on the floor. He slapped the palms of his meaty hands down on his wide knees and glared at her. "Miss Powers," he said, "I got plenty to do right now. I'm still working on the inquest on your father, we got Indians pow-wowin' on the reservations kicking up their heels with complaints, dope sellin' in grade school, and God knows what else. I ain't got time to mamby pamby around with a crime with no evidence."
Pigson waited for her to leave, but she sat there reticently, staring disbelievingly at him, her cheeks flushed with anger. He picked up the gnawed pencil and scribbled something down on the pad and, feeling her eyes burning on the back of his neck, he nodded curtly to her. "Thanks for comin' in, Miss Powers. If we find any thin' out, I'll be sure to let you know."
Jody's amber eyes were still burning with anger and disgust as she trod down the stairway to the sunny main street of Beaver lined with pick up trucks glittering in the hot noonday sun. Of course she hadn't expected these Barney Fifes to satisfy her complaints, but she'd made it as a matter of form, for the record. Nor did she expect them to find the culprits. They could have been prison escapees, hitchhikers across the state line in Kansas, Texas or Colorado by now. But she had expected at least a thread of sympathy from the police instead of his suspicious doubts of her story. What bothered her the most was that she was not a newcomer to Beaver: She had been born and raised here, and still they treated her like some foreign hysterical nymphomaniac. It was his insolent attitude, his belittling of her femininity that irked her most.
Jody strolled along the row of stores making her daily purchases, ignoring the stares and nudges of passing housewives and the covert grins of men sitting on the old church bench outside of the local saloon. She was something of a local phenomenon-a pretty girl who preferred roping cattle and baling hay to baking apple pies and raising children ... and there was her charity work for the Indians on the reservations, coupled with her father's blatant hiring of the dirty savages, bringing them into Beaver to smell up the town and steal jobs away from decent, hardworking people.
By that afternoon the story would be all over Beaver that the Powers girl was so damned man crazy that she invented a story about being molested against her will. 'Probably to cover herself in case the little bitch's pregnant...." that's what they'd say! Well, she had as much right to be here as they did!
Jody loaded a sack of gorceries into her pick-up truck and drove back to the ranch. When she had made the turn from her gravel driveway onto the two lane highway, a dusty jeep with its motor running had been parked across the highway on a seldom used tractor trail leading to the wheat fields beyond. She was about half a mile down the highway heading toward Beaver when she noticed the vehicle in her rearview mirror. Suspicious, she'd accelerated and the jeep gained speed, too. When she slowed, it slowed, playing cat and mouse with her all the way into town. The driver was alone, she noted with relief.
Now, enroute back to the ranch, the directional lights blinked as she approached the turn off to the ranch, passing by the tractor trail behind her. A hundred yards from the road she saw the jeep parked back amidst a thick mass of elderberry bushes. The driver was slumped in the seat smoking a cigarette.
The day before a station wagon had been parked there, and she shrugged it off, thinking it might be a hunter. Evidently she was being followed by somebody who didn't care if she saw him or not! Who ... and why?
Perhaps it was Pigson. But after he had made mincemeat out of her assault and rape charges, certainly he wouldn't waste the time to spy on her. Jody's anger at being spied upon began to sizzle with alarm.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jody was twisting a strap of leather around two pieces of wood forming a cross to mark Bones' grave, down on her hands and knees in the dirt, when the sound of tires crunching on gravel sent her bolting to her feet. A black Cadillac followed by a pick-up truck pulled up in front of the house and Arnold Pigson climbed out of the pick-up and strutted to the steps, followed by two reservation officials. She brushed the hair from her eyes and sprinted toward the house, meeting them at the screen door near the front porch.
"Miss Powers," the reservation official closest to the the door said stiffly. "I'm afraid we're gonna have to come in to search your house."
"S-search the house? For what?" Jody was agog with astonishment. "So you've decided to try to find some evidence after all...."
Pigson swatted a fly from his nose and said grimly. "We gotta search the house, but it ain' got nothin' to do with your complaint."
Jody kept a stiff upper lip, perching her hands on her hips, glowering at the men through the mesh screen door. "What now? I don't know what you're talking about."
The reservation official stepped forward. "Somebody's been selling the Indians peyote. There's a bunch of 'em now up at the reservation in what they call a cult. That stuff don't grow wild up there ... they're gettin' it from somebody ... some Indian sympathizer."
"And just what has that got to do with me?"
"According to our information-we'll just say we got a warrant here to search the premises."
"Some Indians partake in a time-honored ritual for religious reasons like-like Protestants drink communion wine and you think that I-I never heard of anything so stupid in my life!" the girl exploded, almost speechless with indignation. "I'd like to see that warrant and I'd like to know who voiced that complaint!"
"My orders are simply to search the house, Miss Powers," said Pigson, pushing back his straw cowboy hat on his bald, sweat sheened head.
The reservation officer held up the warrant for Jody to read through the screen door.
"They don't come no clearer than this one, Miss Powers. It's signed by the judge himself." A wry smile crossed his lips and he waited for her to examine the typed, officious looking piece of paper before laying a hand on the screen door. He stepped onto the porch, followed by Pigson and the second officer. Jody snatched the document from his hands and stalked into the living room in a blind fit of rage.
Defiantly, she stomped to the refrigerator pulled out a beer and plunked down on the sofa guzzling it while the men plundered about the ranch house. Two hours later, Pigson waddled into the room and stood staring down at her. "We didn't find anything," he said flatly.
"Of course you didn't find anything!" the angry lithe bodied girl boomed without looking at him. "You might try finding sperm on the living room table, though!"
Pigson ignored the comment. "I have one final place to search ... and I know you're not goin' to like this."
Jody turned her head to level her eyes t him. "I suppose you're going to search me next...." she tutted. Then her amber eyes saucered with Pigson's acquiescent nod. "I've never heard of such asininity in my life!"
"Of course, if you don't want a man pawin' over ya, we can take you in to town and have a police matron sent out from Oklahoma City in which case we'll have to hold you in jail until she arrives. We don' have no police women in Beaver."
"You're a little short on policemen, too, I'd say!" she sniped.
Pigson plucked a half chewed cigar from his pocket and plugged it in between his beefy lips, talking around the stubby pacifier. "It's afternoon already, they'd been sending somebody in the mornin' ... so I guess you'd be gone for about forty hours all total."
Jody bit her lip. This was sheer blackmail. She couldn't possibly afford to be away from the ranch that long. There were the chickens to feed and with the mysterious condition killing her cattle, she had to keep a watch on them. Now Bones was gone and trying to herd them alone on horse was hard enough work. Plus half of Beaver would be out in the streets hunkering over each other to get a glimpse at the girl who had sold drugs to the Indians. And Pigson knew all this. The fact that she was innocent of any drug connections wouldn't thaw the icy attitude Beaver's populace had assumed toward the Powers since Martin had struggled to help the Indians find work amongst the ranchers. She had to live in this town which meant she must restore her reputation somehow, impossible as that might seem.
Breathing hard, she turned to look out the window at the scorching sunlight and the mound of dirt in the garden with the cross marking Bones' grave sight. "Okay," she said, sighing. "Let's get this over with so I can get something done-but not in front of them." She flung her chestnut curls, her freckle splashed nose cringing in disgust.
Grunting with satisfaction, Beaver's Chief of Police stalked to the door, closed it firmly separatiang the living room from the kitchen and came back to Jody. She stood up compliantly and stared woodenly at the wall above his head as he ran his fingers perfunctorily up her slender thighs, patting her under the arms, feeling in her Levi pockets for bulges and evidence, and then placed the flat of his hand between her breasts. Jody sucked in her breath impatiently, but Pigson's touch was brief and impersonal.
"Aren't you going to look between my legs, too?" she taunted, tutting, her brown freckles lost in a splash of anger reddened checks
"Of course," he said briskly. "But first I have to ask you to take off your underclothing."
"No way!"
"I'm afraid it's the law, Miss Powers," said Pigson, trying his best to hide his jubilance behind a mask of officiality.
"That's ridiculous! I've never been so ... so...."
Pigson stiffened with his first sign of irritation. He rested his hands on his hips. "Look, lady ... I've got a job to do and I'd appreciate some cooperation. Now hussy outta them them britches!"
Squinting to hold back the tears of humiliation and rage, the country girl turned her back on the offish police officer and stripped off her Levi's and panties, then unsnapped her western style work-shirt to remove her brassiere and snapped up the shirt again. Pigson placed a hand on her arm and spun her around to face him. Staring over her shoulder, he felt again the wide valley between her milky breasts without unsnapping the shirt, passing his fingers afterwards along the crease underneath each softly swelling mound of flesh. "Hmph," he grunted, frowning. "Ain' nothin' there."
Jody remained silent, gnashing her jaws together impatiently.
"Okay," said Pigson, licking his lips around the tobacco pacifier in his mouth. "Now bend down and let me have a look."
Flushed with mortification, the speechless girl spread her legs and leaned forward, struggling to keep her shirt tail on the right side of modesty. For the second time in less than a week her genitals were exposed to a stranger's gaze.
Pigson left her in that indecent posture while he scurried out to the kitchen, carefully closing the door behind him, and returned with a box which he placed on the round oak living room table. He took from it a single finger rubber medical examination glove akin to the type doctor's used for similar examinations for different purposes. He smoothed the finger glove onto the middle finger of his right hand and smeared KY lubricating cream over it from a tube. With the greased finger held upright, Pigson approached the bent over girl and probed amongst the silky hairs covering the sensitive flesh between her lushly rounded buttocks until he found the mouth to her vagina and shoved the finger in up to the palm of his hand.
"By rights I should have a witness present in case you get the idea I'm tryin' to get fresh with ya. So remember, lady, you's the one wanted me to do this alone," he said as he rummaged around in the sensitive and trembling hole of Jody's genitals.
With a squelching sound, he removed the invading finger and peeled off the glove. "Nothin' in there," he said as he drew another finger glove from the box and greased it. "You'd be surprised what police have found stuck up here." Leaning over her, Pigson thrust the gloved finger directly into the tightly puckered little hole of Jody's anus.
Stars flickered in front of her eyes, and Jody rocked on her heels from the assault. She sucked in her breath and bit her lips to stop from crying out in protest as the finger sank to its full length through the eleastic nether ring and began worming about in the soft buttery depths of her anal tract. Her arms and fingers started to tingle, foreshadowing a fainting stupor from the abject shame of this degrading examination. This was the ultimate! Mac and Chuck's assault was nothing compared to this indignity!
With another loud squelch Pigson withdrew his finger gently and her belly seemed suddenly very empty. Pigson straightened, stripped the glove from his finger and said: "Just one more thing. Please open your mouth."
Snivelling with disgust, the chestnut haired country girl closed her eyes and opened her mouth dutifully, wondering what else this pot bellied man could possibly do to humiliate her. Pressing two fingers on her lower lip, forcing her jaws wide open, he shone a flashlight into her mouth, turning his head from right to left then up and down to peer down her throat. Finally the beam of light flicked off and he placed the flashlight in the box. "Okay, that's it. You're clean. Sorry for the bother, but we have to follow up on reports," he said genially.
The floorboards creaked as he stomped to the kitchen door and opening it, motioned for the men to come in. "We'll leave you now, Miss Powers."
"Wait til I-!" Jody was scrambling into her panties when the two men came prancing through the living room, hungry little smirks on their faces as she, flushing, grabbed her Levi's to cover herself.
In a moment the crunch of gravel sounded again and a cloud of dust announced their departure. Still white with rage, she flung herself down on the sofa and broke out into a storm of crying. She pounded her fists into the sofa, her mouth spewing four letter words that surprised even herself. It was half an hour before she could master her emotions to get up, fix herself a cup of coffee and tidy up the holocaust of turned upside down drawers and opened cupboards the searchers had left her.
The caffeine transformed directly into adrenalin, it seemed, as she stormed about the house, shoving things back into place. They couldn't have searched very hard because there were a million places she could have hidden the contraband-had she possessed it. When she was finished, exhausted, she sat down to think. From the haphazard method of their search, it was obvious they didn't expect to find anything. But, if they knew there were no drugs in the house, why did they come?
Obviously it was a put up job. There had never been any information received ... there probably weren't even any peyote users out on the reservation. This was just another way of making life miserable for her.
The answer to that supposition was blatantly clear. Whoever was trying to persuade her to sell the ranch was taking another tack. Yes ... it was falling into place. Somebody with power was trying to squeeze her out ... somebody with a lot of political clout and money ... somebody who was trying to make her life so miserable she'd put her tail between her legs and yelp for help. "This is no pollyanna they're playing with!"
From this view point, everything fell perfectly into place. It was after refusing Lokken that the bad luck befell her: The murdered bull, the dead calf in the well poisoning the water supply, the dead cattle, the rape, poor Bones ... She had a feeling that whoever was responsible for those heinous crimes had also planted the animal trap and shot her father. To this date the inquest was not as yet completed. "Another crime with no evidence...." It flashed on her. Hadn't she heard Mac and Chuck say something about not using lights because 'they' said not to?
Jody punched a throw pillow on the sofa, her lips drawing into a tight pink line. If that was the case, no wonder Pigson was less than sympathetic about her rape! If Lokken's buyers were ruthless enough to contemplate murder, and rape in their attempts to get their hands on her property, then buying off the chief of police was small potatoes! The incursion of her privacy by the men posted across the road to keep an eye on her, the inexplicable search of her house and property and the insufferable examination of her privates were all meant to harass and humiliate her to the point where she would rather leave Beaver than fight against the odds. And of course if she were to leave, she would want to sell....
Who wanted this land? Certainly Lokken wasn't telling ... if he wasn't one of them himself!
The blood in her veins started to boil, and it wasn't from the ninety-two degree mercury on the kitchen thermometer. This land has been in my family for three generations and if they think I'm going to uproot that tradition, they've got another think coming. Accusing me of selling drugs to the Indians ... then her fervor stopped short. If she was going to fight them, she had to know who they were.
Lokken was too mealy-mouthed to be anything than a vehicle. Pigson was probably bought off. She must find out who was calling the shots....
If she was to defend her property, she reasoned, she had best eliminate it as a battleground. "Even rioters know better than to burn down their own neighborhood," she thought, and if she was to riot against Beaver singlehandedly, she had better take the action into town. Better still, take some over action that would stir things up, get them out into the open and call her tormentors bluff ... then sit back and see what happened and hope she could unmask someone.
A tremendous sense of relief, almost as powerful as an orgasm, swept over her as suddenly she planned her attack. The pulse of Beaver, the point of origin of all gossip and heresay, was the saloon. She would go there by herself and have a drink, something unheard of in the town of Southern Baptists and WCTU advocates.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Oklahoma sky was a riot of brassy colors when Jody Powers put on a fresh pair of Levi's and crisp white shirt, dusted off her cowgirl boots and drove into town in her pick-up truck. She had taken special care to brush her hair to a glossy shine. This should give them something to talk about-a woman invading the sacred all-men saloon, wearing pants at that!
She wagered herself an extra beer that the jeep would be there at the end of the driveway waiting for her. Right she was. Her headlights torched the vehicle alight and she got a good look at the good looking young man behind the wheel. As expected, he followed her into Beaver and parked at the other end of town, across the railroad tracks.
This was a hot, sticky, insect-buzzing night and as Jody Powers stepped through the saloon doors, the night grew hotter from eyes burning into her feminine frame. For an anxious moment, all conversation ceased and heads lifted from foamy mugs to turn toward her, elbows nudging, eyebrows raising. Then there sounded a low murmur, a sudden crackle of laughter form a table in the back. With an assurance she was far from feeling, Jody strode into the smoke filled room and slipped down on a bar stool. The old fashioned ceiling fan overhead blew a few welcomed gusts down upon her chestnut curls, ruffling them about her freckle splattered face. Her amber eyes trailed down the lacquered bar top, roving domino-like from face to face until her eyes sparred with the astonished bartender who forced a smile and ambled down to her end.
"Good evening, Miss. What can I get ya?"
"I'll take a draft beer," the girl said decidedly. "And make it a big one!"
The poker chips ceased tinkling on the back game table. Dressed like a man, acting like a man by coming in unescorted and uninvited into their recreation hall ... what audacity! She had as much right to be here as they did, but her purpose in coming here was not to be labelled the scarlet woman.
Sipping the foamy beer, she swiveled around on the bar stool and drank in the sea of astonishment on their expressionless faces. The saloon was packed this Thursday eve with cattle drivers, railroad workers and a few professional looking men. Jody recognized a few of them by sight. Her father had not frequented the saloon, his drinking amounted to a few quiet beers at home in front of the television set. Never had she been exposed to this kind of exclusive male entertainment which accounted for her anonymity in the small town. Suddenly the door burst open and a blond young man-the man who had been trailing her-sauntered in and seated himself at a table close by. Jody studied him curiously. He was better looking than in the head-lights of her car-tall, muscular with even white teeth and a friendly looking face.
She sipped her beer and ordered a second. After her third beer, she began to feel impatient. People came and went and after one glance in her direction, the impact wore off. She had managed a desultory conversation with a cattle drover who looked to be part Indian, but it led nowhere. Other than that, nothing was happening. How could she stir things up, she wondered. She was caught in an inveiglement but could do nothing to unwind the web. She could only hope that her appearance here would start the tongues wagging and get someone to open his mouth on drunken impulse. Sitting with her elbows braced on the bar top, the chestnut haired rancher considered what to do next.
She could call in the state agricultural department from Oklahoma City and have them perform an official, documented autopsy on her dead cattle. She knew several of the professors there on a personal level. But no ... that was a long range shot that would accomplish nothing but a lot of letter writing. That they'd been poisoned by intraveinous injections was a fact in her mind. Better disregard the law, thought Jody, feeling the pain in her buttocks from this afternoon's assault in the name of the law, and work it out single-handedly.
Feeling rather tipsy from the beer, .she paid for her drinks and made for the door. Before she pushed her way through, her eyes locked on the tall blond headed man sitting at a nearby table sipping a glass of beer. "You're gonna have to chug that down. I'm leaving right now," she snapped.
"Huh?" His voice was deep and had a pleasant tone. "What are you talking about?" His soft gray eyes tried to seduce her into silence.
She leaned her hands on the table and stared coldly at him. "Why are you following me?" she demanded, tight lipped.
"Following you? You must be paranoid, lady, I haven't-"
"Sure you have. I've seen you parked at the end of my driveway everyday for three days. You followed me into town and parked across the railroad tracks."
He became defensive, but maintained his soft tone. "I wanted a beer. Does it mean that I'm following you because I drove the same road you did or came to the same saloon?"
"I don't believe you! You were paid to park near my property and spy on me. I want to know who paid you and why."
"M'am," the stranger said, leaning back in his chair, "I think you should go home and get some sleep." He stared pointedly at her alcohol flushed cheeks.
Conversation around them had ceased and people were listening curiously, as small town people will. She could read their thoughts on their faces ... a nymphomaniac who thinks every male is out to lay her! Stiff with rage, she spun on her heel and charged through the doors.
The heels of her cowgirl boots clomped heavily against the pavement as she made for her pick-up truck. Abruptly, she stopped in her tracks. A tall man with a wrestler's build was leaning against her truck smoking a cigarette, his hands thrust in his pants pockets. Jody recognized his face from political election posters.
"You're Mr. Snyder, the mayor, aren't you?"
He nodded. "That's me." He crushed out his cigarette butt with the heel of his boot.
"Mr. Snyder, I need your help. I'm Jody Powers ... I have a ranch east of here. Somebody's trying to harass me off my land so I'll put it up for sale. I've had several cows keel over dead for no reason and I've been attacked in my own house. I've gone to the police but I don't seem to get through to them. Somebody's been following me wherever I go."
He had been watching her emerge from the saloon, had noticed the distraught expression on her face and had made his own assumptions. "If the police are following you, I'm sure they have their reasons. If you have any complaints take it up with Pigson, and if you have any evidence to pass along the police department handle it through the proper channels." He nodded briefly. "Nice to have made your acquaintance."
"I refuse to be intimidated!" shouted Jody furiously. "And you can tell your fat-assed Chief of Police that, too!"
Trembling with rage, Jody climbed into her pick-up truck and turned the key. The motor burst into life and wrenching the steering wheel around she made a tight U-turn and headed for the outskirts of Beaver. About a mile from her driveway head lights flooded her rear view mirror. As she expected, it was the wretched jeep again on her tail, manned by the fellow from the saloon. This time, he passed her, gunning the engine.
Jody let out a weary sigh, forcing him out of her mind. The night was warm and buzzing with crickets and the moon was high overhead. The beer had put her in a fuzzy mood and everything appeared in duplicate. She slowed perceptibly, maintaining tight control on her speed. The last thing she needed was to be pulled over on a drunken driving charge. If there was a patrol car within five miles, it would certainly find her the way her luck was running!
Over the hill and around the bend she came within view of the ranch-a sole yard light illuminating the weedy yard and another in the chicken house. Suddenly, approaching the entrance to the ranch drive, she spied headlights, barring her passage. It was the jeep with its driver leaning against the front fender. As she jammed on the brakes and laid on the horn, he levered himself upright and walked towards her.
Livid with rage, Jody jumped out of her truck, leaving the engine running in case she needed to make a quick getaway and pointed angrily at the jeep. "What the hell's the idea of keeping me out of my driveway! Get off of my property ... it's bad enough being followed by you without finding my briveway bl-"
"Okay, okay," the man said, holding up his palms defensively. He was smiling in the burst of lights. "I know I shouldn't be here, Jody, but I couldn't play it any other way in the saloon. I can't afford to blow my cover."
Jody, snivelling, arms clamped over her chest defiantly, released then suddenly, totally taken aback. "What do you mean ... blow your cover?" she blinked.
"I'm a lawyer from the reservation."
He introduced himself as Rob Jackson, and for four months he had been working with the American Indian Movement helping to defend Indians against prejudiced legal system. In that position he had been advised of Martin Powers' interest in finding work for reservation Indians whose land had been bought out from under them for a ridiculously low price only to have the government tax them heavily on the sale. One of the reservation Indians thrown into Beaver's drunk tank had come back to the reservation with a story he had overheard while he lay on the mattress, daring not to move for fear the white men would beat him as they had many brothers before him. In his stupor he had listened to the Chief of Police being confronted by an unidentified man who had offered money to withhold evidence in the 'accidental' death of Martin Powers. The Indian had instantly recognized the name of the honored white man and upon paying bail, had hastened to relay his story...." and that's why I'm keeping an eye on this place," he explained.
"I don't believe you. If I can't trust the Chief of Police, why should I trust you? Why shouldn't you be on the payroll too?"
"I'm sure you're wondering about the drug bust they tried to lay on you?"
Jody didn't need to answer yes to that.
"I've discussed the matter with the reservation police and nobody believes you had anything to do with it. It's some kind of set up, but they had to come along as witnesses to the search."
"So," began Jody, her voice, she realized with dismay, was thick and blurred from alcohol ... and it seemed the moment was pregnant with meanings she should remember. " ... Why are you suddenly on my side? If indeed you are," she added, surprised to feel her cheeks pull tight in a smile.
Rob was staring at her, soft gray eyes shining under a mass of blonde curls that shone golden in the blast of headlights. He glanced appreciately at the proud thrust of her breasts under her tucked in skirt, the subtle contours of her waist and hips. "It gets pretty lonely out there on the reservation," he said softly. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"
Jody never knew quite how it happened, but his arms slunk around her waist and her own hands were clasped to the back of his warm neck, pulling his face down towards her. It might have been the demon alcohol; it might have been simply that her feminine nature was hungry for the attention of a male so long denied her ... but all of her passionate nature welled up inside of her and burst its dam which she had built in self-defense these past few weeks.
She opened her mouth and kissed him long and hard, invitingly, their hotly muscled tongues sparring together in the wet caverns of their mouths as Rob's arms tightened convulsively around her, and Jody's fingers delved beneath the collar of his shirt.
Loneliness, uncertainty and fatigue called mutiny on her defenses, and suddenly she was crying helplessly. Great salt tears spilled out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. He crushed her to him, squashing her breasts against his chest, his knee firm between her trembling thighs. With one hand, he stroked the cascade of chestnut curls shining golden in the bright headlights.
"Baby," he murmured. "Everything's going to be all right now. You have a friend."
And as she heard the quiet reassuring tones above her head, Jody felt as though an enormous weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The fears and problems and rages of a few minutes ago dwindled to nothing beside the swell of gratitude and tenderness and sudden desire she felt for the man in whose arms she stood. He had called himself her friend-and he said everything would be all right....
She could feel the hard bulge of his penis through the stiff denim of his Levi's against her thigh. The warmth of his breath played against her soft hair and she shivered with auspicious awareness at the touch of his big hand on her back. All at once Jody Powers knew that she wanted this Rob Jackson ... she wanted his warmly pulsating penis inside her womb, she wanted to feel its male hardness boring up into her belly ... more than she had ever wanted anything in her life!
Raising her tear-stained face, she stared up into his eyes. "Hold me ... hold me tight!"
Rob didn't have to be told. He caught his breath, breathing in the perfumed warmth of her. He thought the frame of chestnut hair, the luminous amber eyes bright with pleading and the softly parted lips the most alluring he had ever seen. Their mouths clasped hungrily together. For a delirious moment they stood there kissing while his hands roved the supple waist and then insinuated themselves around to cup the swelling mounds of her breasts in their palms. And then Rob's arm tightened around her shoulders, his other arm dived behind her knees, and he swept her up and carried her to the glen of elderberry bushes.
There was a glassy glade there several yards off the highway. He gently lowered her to the moist grass and sat down beside her. "Jody?" he said in a croaking voice that was tantamount to asking her if she was sure.
Jody gazed up at him in the faint light filtering through the foliage from the jeep's headlamps, the arousal of erotic desire stifling her ability to speak. Her mouth opened and her head moved hypnotically up and down.
With a silent cry, Rob tore open the buttons of her blouse and forced the white brassiere beneath it up and over the tautly out-thrust mounds of her breasts. His fingers lightly traced the swelling outlines of naked flesh, rolling and tweaking her rubbery nipples until they spiked out into lustful hardness. Then with a groan of delight he dropped his head between them and hungrily kissed the soft slopes of satiny flesh under which the excited girl's heart was fluttering wildly. His tongue trailed wetly along the warm valley separating her breasts, flickered up the mound closest to him, licked around the erect nipple.
Jody groaned softly with pleasure, arching her hips off the wet earth as his fingers tightened on her tender flesh, forcing the nipple up into his mouth while he sucked and nibbled teasingly at the rubbery little bud. Her hand crawled down the length of his muscular body, groping for the rigid bulge of his lustfully throbbing cock where it thrust out the material of his pants, already moist and sticky with pre-coital juices seeping from the tip. He jerked convulsively and moaned deep in his throat as her fingers tightened around the stiffly outlined shaft, thrusting his pelvis towards the tantalizing grasp as his lips and tongue alternated frantically between the squirming girl's nipples.
Mewling with mindless passion, Jody reached for the zipper at the top of his fly and yanked it down. Worming her hand into the opening, she hauled aside his shirt and jockey shorts and pulled out his throbbing shaft of male flesh. As her cool fingers closed around the muscled staff, the young man groaned again. His aching cock jerked and trembled at her feather-light touch sending unbearable ripples of erotic delight coursing through his loins.
Rob's penis was long and thick and webbed with veins on the underside, the lust bloated head already bursting through the foreskin to nose wetly into the girl's palm. Her naked breasts rising and falling with her tumultuous emotions. Jody rolled over onto her side in the dew splattered grass so that she could reach him with her other hand. Gently, she pulled his testicles free of the garments, kneading and .caressing the sperm swollen balls in their hairy sac as she milked the rigid, quivering penis and watched his plum-colored cock head appear, then, disappear, then reappear in the palm of her hand.
Then suddenly drawing his foreskin hard back with her fore-finger and thumb so that the blood engorged head throbbed and swelled to greater hardness, she snatched her other hand away and tore open the side-zipper of her own pants, arching her pelvis off the ground as she dragged the garment and the nylon panties under them, down over her hips and kicked them off to lie naked in the grass.
"Oh God," she moaned, flailing her chestnut curls from side to side on the velvet grass. "I want to be close to you so bad!"
Gasping with excitement, Rob scrambled to his knees, his eagerly pulsing penis still firmly grasped in the aroused young girl's hand. For a moment in the dimly lit glade he saw her beneath him-she was lying shamelessly on the grass, her blouse wide open, her brassiere pushed up under her arms, the tautly erect nipples tipping her sensuous breasts pointing proudly up at the moon overhead. Down the long pale blur of her naked body he say from a filtered gleam of headlights, moisture among the damp forest of hairs between her trembling thighs. And now her legs snaked wider on either side of him and he was sinking down between them, her urgent fingers guiding his pulsating hardness toward her cock hungry vagina.
Rob gasped and shivered as the hard rubbery tip nosed damply against the hair-fringed, feverishly swollen lips of her cunt, moaning with desire as she stirred the sensitive throbbing glans into her warm wet folds of pussy flesh. Then he could stand it no longer: supporting himself on the palms of his hands, on either side of her softly trembling body, he flexed his hips and thrust.
The huge throbbing stalk of male flesh slid through Jody's wetly gaping vaginal lips and up into the liquid head of her belly. The scalding elastic sheath swallowed the whole length of his rock hard shaft as easily as a vaseline lubricated rubber glove. Never before had he felt a vagina so warm, so buttery, so clasping. Her deeper cuntal muscles milked and massaged his pulsating hardness until he wanted to yell out his delight. Rob clenched his teeth and groaned deep in his throat.
Jody had mewled with ecstasy as the rod of flesh tunneled up into her belly. Releasing her hold on Rob's wetly seeping cock, she tore open the buttons of his shirt, writhing her naked breasts against the soft hairs matting his chest. Her legs twined themselves around his thighs, her heels locked themselves behind his knees, and she raked her fingers passionately down his back as she thrust her cock stuffed pussy convulsively up and down to meet the downward plunges of his powerful hips.
"Oooooh!" she gurgled deliriously. "That's so goood! Give it to me! Fuck me! Oh ... Yes ... yesss!"
"Damned right I will!" Rob panted, punctuating his words with thrusts and withdrawals of his long hard penis. "I'm going ... to fuck ... you ... until ... you scream!"
"Yesss! Yesss! Give it ... to me ... say it again!"
"I'm going to ... fuck you ... and fuck you ... and fuck you ... until you cream ... you ... beautiful ... whore!"
"Aaaahh!" Jody panted deliriously. His battering penis seemed to batter away the cares and woes of the past weeks. "Oh, darllling! Oooooggghhh!" Sex was her medicine this night.
Together, they started a slow undulating rhythm, their naked hips smacking lewdly together in the stillness of the elderberry thicket as the wildly aroused young man's rigidly throbbing penis pistoned relentlessly in and out of her hungrily clasping, cock-milking cunt.
In the thick foliage a rabbit wiggled its nose against the strange musky scent foreign to his olfactory nerves. He watched dumbfoundedly as the human beings grunted and groaned savagely, before dashing for the protection of his underground warren.
And Jody was savage with passion! Her arms clamped fiercely around his shoulders, drawing him down to her so that the taut buds of her lust hardened nipples continued to mash furiously against the bared flesh of his chest. Rob's face was drowned in the perfume halo of her hair, his tongue slavering at the smooth skin of her neck as her wetly open mouth crooned obscenities into his ear. His hands forced themselves under her undulating ass cheeks, cupping the cool weight of her buttocks against his palms, pulling her up tighter still against the jack hammering thrusts of his penis.
For minutes they fucked in a silence broken only by crickets and the slap and squelch of naked flesh on flesh and the rasping of excited breath punctuated by murmured endearments and small cries of delight. The roar and crackle of a motorcycle approaching on the highway swelled to a crescendo and then died away into the distance. Further up in the forest a night bird gave a single cry, and somewhere on the far side a second rabbit scurried out of its warren to investigate the strange goings-on reported by his warren-mate.
Arching her strong young hips ferociously upwards to meet the plunging thrusts of the man whose rock hard penis was thundering in and out of her belly, Jody was riding the magic carpet of erotic bliss. Nothing existed in her alcohol-dimmed passion crazed mind but the reality of the hands clenched into the sensitive flesh of her buttocks, the warm mouth nibbling at her neck, the hard male weight pressing masterfully down on her aching nipples, and the thrilling assault of the wonderfully hardened cock skewering into her loins.
The soft grass carpet slid away under her. In the gaps between the branches overhead, the stars swung crazily across the sky.
Gradually they accelerated the tempo of their pounding hips until now their nakedly entwined bodies were working together like a perfectly designed machine, and the graph of that machine's progress was mounting towards a climax! Over the hammering of his heart and the thunder of blood in his ears, Rob realized in the sweet agony of approaching orgasm that the moment was almost there. The graph had begun to climb unbearably upward; already he could feel the familiar tension building deep within his cum-filled balls ... building, building, clamoring for release.
"Oh God!" he groaned. "Oh, Jody, baby ... I can't ... I'm almost ... Are you...?"
Drawing up her knees in answer, she wound her legs around the humping man's waist, her heels drumming frantically on the pumping cheeks of his naked ass. He moaned in ecstasy, easing one hand out from under her buttocks to squeeze the fleshy hair-covered lips of her cunt more tightly around the iron hard stump of his cock as it sawed savagely in and out of her hotly seething pussy.
Rob's forefinger wormed its way among her sensitive folds of vaginal flesh to find the erect little bud of her clitoris and pushed forward causing her sensitive, passion-swollen nerve ending to scrape against his thickened male hardness.
Jody's breath exploded shrilly from her lungs in a convulsion of delight. "Oh God!" she exclaimed in a whispered scream, her whole naked body shuddering in uncontrollable spasms. "Oh God! ... Oh no! ... I'm going to ... Yes, I'm cummming!"
"Go on, baby!" groaned her lover, ramming his wildly jerking cock furiously up into her heated cuntal passage for the final shattering strokes. "Go on ... cum! Cum, cum, cum!...."
"Yes! Yessss! ... I-Aaaggghhh! Oh God, I'm cumming!" her voice sang out into the night.
Jody's hips writhed and threshed beneath him as he felt the irresistible surge of his own orgasm stream the spasming length of his cock and erupt into the hotly sucking depths of her womb in scalding, pulsating spurts. Their bodies slammed together in mutual ecstasy. Their arms tightened convulsively around one another. And then as Jody, open mouthed rolled her head in speechless delight, Rob arched his back and leaned up off her to utter a strangled cry of triumph and fulfillment.
At that moment, blinding white light burst momentarily over the glade as a flashbulb exploded and a shutter clicked among the trees
"What the hell...?"
Pushing himself savagely away from her so that his half deflated penis pulled free of her cunt with a loud sucking squelch, Rob scrambled furiously to his feet and sprinted into the elder-berry thicket, stuffing his cock back into his trousers as he ran.
The almost naked girl sat up aghast, her eyes wide with alarm, listening to the receding crackle of brushwood as the intruder burst through the bushes, his angered pursuer hot on his heels. Five minutes later Rob came crashing back to the glen, his lips compressed and his brow dard with anger. "He got away," he said grimly. "I couldn't catch him in the dark-but I'm sure it was that bastard Lokken."
Jody was fully dressed, standing in the center of the glade with her hands clenched at her sides. "Naturally he got away. Congratulations on your fine acting...."
He stared dumbfoundedly at her, his jaw falling slack. "Jody ..-.?" he said hesitantly. "You can't possibly believe ... I mean after we ... that I...."
Her face was cold and distant as the stars shining overhead. "Nice work, law man," she sniped.
"Jody!"
"Your sense of timing is impeccable. If you ever get run off that reservation you might try working for the CIA!"
"Good God!" exclaimed Rob distressfully. "You can't believe that I knew about that mealy-mouthed little weasel...."
"Get away from me! Get out of my sight! You make me sick to my stomach...." she shouted, trying to master the tears that threatened to scald down her orgasm-flushed cheeks. Leaving the confused young man standing there in the middle of the clearing, she spun on her heel and stomped blindly back to the driveway, jumped into her pick up truck and ramming it into reverse, swung around to avoid Rob's jeep and tore off down the dirt road to the ranch. She gunned the engine, the empty pick-up truck rattling over the pit holes in a fury of dust.
CHAPTER SIX
The sound of tires crunching on gravel brought an ache of anxiety to Jody early the next morning. What in the heck do they want from me now? she wondered drearily, pulling aside the calico curtain to peer down over the slanted porch roof to see an unfamiliar blue Chevrolet Imala rock to a standstill in front of the steps. The shiny door flew open and Ralph Snyder, the mayor of Beaver, unfolded himself and stomped heavily up the porch steps and banged on the screen door.
Jody gave a final jerk to the Levi's she had just stepped into, pulled up the zipper and snapped them shut. Then running a brush through her chestnut curls, she sprinted for the steps taking them two at a time. She was tired and depressed. Dark circles added a tired dimension to her freckle splattered beauty that looked far more womanly than girlish this morning. Burning with self reproach for having walked into the trap set by her adversaries, and worse than having succumbed to her body's compelling demands, was the frosty betrayal of the man to whom she had entrusted her body. He had turned out to be just another conveyor of harassment. For a moment last night she had been able to forget about her father's murder and the overwhelming odds stacked against her. Now she was in no mood to cope with the mayor. Why had he come to see her, anyway? Long ago she had given up hopes of these city officials bringing her good news.
They were nose to nose with the meshed screen door separating them.
"Miss Powers," began Snyder as soon as she had let him step foot into her house. He drew in a deep breath, turning to face her. "I'm sorry I'm the one who has to do this ,. ."
"Oh?" she said blandly, her expression vacuuous. By now she was inured to their condescending attitudes and finger pointing. What was it this time? She stared coldly at the too rounded, fortyish features of the town's mayor.
Snyder cleared his throat. "It's been brought to my attention ... that ... that...." The man stopped, scratched his neck with one hand and gazed into her fine featured face. "Here...." he handed over a manila envelope and shuffled in place "What's that they say about a picture being worth a thousand words?" He chuckled lasciviously, his eyes gleaming vengefully as she reached for the envelope.
Even before Jody's eyes registered the details of the glossy print inside, she knew what she would see. Her throat went tight at the recollection of the flooding flashbulb. They hadn't been spying on her just to embarrass her. No, these people had mapped out her emotional weaknesses and were playing on her human instincts for a reason she was soon to learn.
Whoever the photographer was, he had done his job well. With chilling despair she stared at her pale body with its naked breasts writhing lustfully on the dew-wetted grass. Her shamelessly widespread legs gripping Rob Jackson's hips; her face screwed up in passion. And rearing up above her half-clothed, obscenely spread-eagled body, the lawyer himself, fully dressed except for the wetly gleaming white stump of his penis disappearing into her loins. His head was thrown back far enough to hide his own features and to reveal hers. To anyone who didn't know the facts, the story was clear-a drunken nymphomaniac seducing some man to assuage her lust! She was the only one naked ... the blame was hers.
Jody flushed scarlet as she slammed the incriminating print back into the envelope and dropped it on the table where she'd been raped over a week before.
She drew a deep breath. "What do you expect me to say, Mayor?"
"You realize, of course, that such behavior in a small town like Beaver can be considered a public offense."
Livid with indignation, the girl's embarrassment faded in the face of anger. "You know as well as I do that somebody was planted in those trees to take that photograph ... and that that headless young man was paid by somebody to take advantage of me! And I wouldn't doubt," she added, hissing, "it was the same men who killed my father!"
"My dear, are you denying that is you in that photograph screaming your head off like a dog in heat?"
"I didn't say that wasn't me ... I'm saying I was tricked ... That was no small coincidence ... just like it was no small coincidence that I found a calf stuffed down the well ... and ... and-" Oh, what was the use?
"Look, Miss Powers, all the ranchers around here are suffering for want of rain. You can't tell me that this ... this immoral display of disgusting indecency has anything to do with your cows falling over dead."
Jody drew her hands into fists. "I'm not blaming my behavior on the weather, Mr. Snyder," she snapped. "I'm saying that whoever took that photograph is in cahoots with whoever's trying to buy my land out from under me. And I'll tell you one thing more, Mr. Mayor...." she stormed, squinting her eyes levelly at him, "I have every reason to believe you're involved along with that mealy-mouthed Lokken and that f at-assed Chief of Police and...."
"Miss Powers," Snyder interrupted, raising a hand and shaking his head. "I haven't any idea what you're talking about or what you're accusing me of. I'm here to warn you that this is a Christian town and if you intend to live here, you had better get on the good side of the Lord."
"Okay, confession time! Confession time! Come on...." she spat, sarcastically bending over at the waist, both hands resting on her hips, her breath coming rapidly. " ... Come on out with the bread and wine, Mr. Mayor and please forgive my sins...!" She was on the verge of hysterics and Snyder knew that in minutes he could have her in the palm of his hand.
Snyder walked to the window and stood gazing out of it, his silhouette cutting out the morning glare of light. "As I was saying," he remarked without facing her, "the townsfolk in Beaver aren't going to take to that photograph kindly. Nobody's seen it but me ... so far." He enunciated the last two words meaningfully. "Lucky for you Pastor Anderson or members of the WCTU haven't got a peek at it...."
"What are you trying to tell me?"
Snyder swallowed and thought a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully. "I am an important man in this town. I'm the only man in town who could keep that picture from circulating the saloon, the barber shop and God only knows where else. I could keep you from being charged or run out of town...." His voice trailed off, leaving an inarticulated addendum up to her imagination which quickly fired in defense.
"So what do you want from me ... what's the price?" she asked in a low tone that could have been a sigh.
Snyder spun around to face her. "I'd be glad to do what I could ... if you would be nice to me."
The drop of a hair could have been heard above the vacuous silence pursuant to Snyder's demand. When at last Jody spoke, the words clogged her throat like bad meat: "If-if I go ... to bed with you ... you'll forget it, is that right?" Her voice grew like a booming crescendo.
"You're a swell looking girl and I'm not married. I got money and influence in this town. With this little place of yours we-!"
"Ah ha!" Jody cut in victoriously. "So that's it." She advanced towards him in small steps, her cheeks flushing hotly with each one. "So you're after Daddy's land, too, huh! Well, you can tell the people who sent you here that blackmail isn't gonna work with this girl. I'm not selling!"
Snyder took the defensive because she had left him no alternative. "This deal is between you and me. You be nice to me and I'll burn the negative to this photo. Take your choice." Snyder was showing himself as the bully he was.
Jody was breathing hard, her lips drawn in a tight red line bisecting her freckled face. "The answer is no. A hundred times no! no! no! I wouldn't go to bed with you if you were the last man on earth!" she screamed.
"You spread your legs for some punk ass lawyer," Snyder growled. "What's wrong with me? I ain't bad lookin'."
Insolently, her eyes raked from his lizard skin cowboy boots to the top of his slightly balding head. "Just about everything I can think of!" panted Jody, backing away from his threatening advance.
"If I were you I'd listen to reason." Moving astonishingly fast, he shot out his arms and grabbed her by the shoulders.
Jody screamed, beating at his chest with her fists and wrestling her shoulders in a vain attempt to break his grasp. "Let go of me ... get your hands off of me!" But the incensed mayor crushed her to him in a tight hug, holding her arms to her sides as his cruel, loose-lipped mouth smashed wetly on hers. Jody's protests were smothered in his slobbering kiss as his thick tongue crushed through her lips and jabbed into her mouth. She twisted her head violently from side to side, desperately trying to escape the odious embrace as hot breath from his nostrils bathed her face in foulness. Finally, she clamped her jaws and bit fiercely at his tongue skewering into her ravished mouth.
Snyder sprang back with a cry of pain, slashing her across the cheek with a backhanded blow that sent her reeling backwards across the living room. There was a menacing smile on his mouth and his teeth were smeared with blood. "Little cunt!" he bellowed. "I'm going to show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man!"
"Don't touch me!" Jody screamed hysterically. "Leave me alone ... get out of my house ... please!" Like a rabbit dodging a fox's clawing paws, she ran frantically for the door. He caught her in two strides, grabbing her by the shirt collar and ripping the garment from her back in a single jerk. Then he spun her around to face him and hooked his fingers into the elastic of her tautly filled brassiere cups. Another brutal tug and the flimsy foundation tore in two and hung uselessly from her shoulders as her full, pink nippled breasts sprang nakedly free.
"You're so lovely," he panted. "I gotta make you see...."
Screaming again, the fear-crazed girl ran for the other door, but Snyder shot out his foot and tripped her so that she fell heavily onto the sofa beneath the window. He towered over her, his bloodied mouth grinning and the lust hardened shaft of his penis tenting his polyester leisure suit pants. With a sadistic laugh, he threw himself onto her furiously squirming body, rammed the fingers of one hand into the waistband of her Levi's and pulled. The thick denim split from waistband to crotch, revealing her softly trembling belly and the triangle of silkily curling pubic hair peeking out around the tatters of her panties.
Her inner thighs burning from the ripping pressure, Jody fell to sobbing with despair. She beat frantically at him with fists and feet, kicking and gouging and scratching like a cat in a desperate attempt to ward him off. But Snyder paid no attention to the blows. Dragging the torn garments down to her ankles in one powerful thrust so that the whole length of her writhing body was revealed to his lecherous eyes, he grabbed her ankles and bent her legs back over her head. Then, leaning brutally on the backs of Jody's thighs, doubling her up in a humiliating jack knife position on the sofa, he stared lewdly at her nakedly exposed cuntal furrow before reaching for the chestnut pubic hairs mantling her cunt. The terrified girl shrieked and jerked convulsively at the rough touch of his fingers stroking her sensitive pussy flesh.
"All right, Snyder ... get on your feet and keep your hands over your head or I'll plug your ass with a bullet...."
Jody's amber eyes blinked, as the mayor let go of her doubled over body, she stared open mouthed and gave a cry of astonishment as she stared at the nervously stiff frame of Rob Jackson standing in a Matt Dillon pose in the doorway.
Muttering a few choice words to himself, the mayor spun around and stared at the barrel of a .38.
"I said get up!" His voice crescendoed with the demand. "Come on-move! I said move!" The revolver shifted slightly as the young man's tensed finger put pressure on the trigger. Snyder scrambled hastily to his feet, glowering, his hands raised high.
"I didn't know lawyers could turn into cops," said Snyder snidely. "And what the fuck are you doin' off the reservation ... I think I'll have a look into this!" he promised menacingly.
"I've seen how you treat the Indians and it makes me want to puke. Now you're trying to run this young woman off her land the way you ran Fleetfoot and his squaw off their land. I know you bastards are up to something!"
Snyder was breathing heavily, his fingers clenching and unclenching. A dark spot of pre-coital fluid stained his lime green polyester pants to the right of his fly. "You're gonna be sorry you said that, Jackson," grated the town's mayor through clenched teeth. "I run this town...."
"Shaddup with that law abiding crap before I make pudding out of that ugly face!"
The mayor's glittering eyes reflected his irateness. "A flunky punk like you who can't get work around decent white folk and a cheap two bit whore who spreads her legs for every cock-" he snickered. "What a hell of a combination you two make. I'm going to see to it that the two of you get run outta town. By the time the WCTU gets a peek at the photo they'll be forming a militia and warming the tar!"
"Get out!"
Rob raised the gun threateningly and Snyder moved slowly towards the door. "Just the two of you wait ... that's all I can say ... just you wait!" His voice faded as the screen door slammed behind him and moments later the dull thud of a car door followed.
Jody's generous mouth hung open and her wide amber eyes stared almost reverently at the tall, lean, well-muscled young man tucking his pistol into the waist of his levis. Except for the straps of her brassiere hinged to her shoulders and the wad of denim strangling her ankles, she was naked. "How ever did you get here?" She blinked her long silken eyelashes up at him.
"Well ... I was hanging around at the end of your driveway waiting to get a chance to talk to you, and when I saw the mayor heading this way, I knew he was up to no good...."
"Hey," she started, lifting her brown eyes to him. "You must understand how I thought you were in on it," she said contritely.
"That you believe me now is the only thing that matters. Right?"
The brown eyes melted. The pouty lips drew back into a smile. "After that Matt Dillon entrance, are you kidding?"
"It was too coincidental him coming out here this morning after having that damned flashbulb catch us...." Rob grinned. "Sorry I was so long coming to the rescue. I walked up instead of driving because I wanted to get the jump on him if I had to. Now we've got an assault charge on him...."
"But he's got that photo to use against us."
"Oh, so that was the deal." Rob looked embarrassed for a moment. "Tell me, was the picture all that bad?"
"See for yourself. It's on the table."
Rob whistled the moment his eyes fell on the glossy print. "Look at those breasts ... whow!"
"Oh, stop it!" She flushed at his teasing. "It's pretty embarrassing, but I wouldn't worry about it. They can't make it a public issue without you bringing charges of slander against them."
Jody was dubious. "Why would they go to the bother of taking it if they weren't planning on using it?"
"They used it to intimidate you, Jody, to call your bluff. They can always rely on the damned self-righteous Southern Baptists in this town to stir up the muck ... just as they roused enough suspicion of the Indians to turn public opinion against them so that nobody wants them working on the local ranches. You know how they ostracized your father because he suggested the town council support a program to help find work for the Indians on ranches around Beaver. Cripes ... he couldn't get a dime's worth of credit. But they didn't intimidate him ... he was strong to the end when they...."
"When they killed him, that's what you were going to say, right?" Jody's eyes fell.
Rob chose his words carefully. "Possibly ... which is why I've been keeping watch on your place. The Indians are damned sad about that accident after the story coming from the jailed Indian ... well ... I ... "He picked up the girl's hand and began to stroke it.
"They can still use that photo if Snyder decides to bring a public morality charge against me. He's nasty enough to do that."
"Legally he can't. If he should, we can counter it. Rape is no small charge and the Baptists aren't political ... they're sort of a third political party, if you will. There are two witnesses to what happened today."
Jody sighed, her fingers automatically entwining around his. "Even so, they have a darned good chance of turning the town against me so bad that I'll never be able to get the credit to build the ranch back up." Idly, her eyes trailed over the walls. "And Daddy loved it so here...."
"No, listen." He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting her head, talking directly into her eyes. "The only way they can hurt you is if you're around to let them show their disdain...."
"Are you saying I should sell, that I-"
"No, NO. I'm saying you should stay here on the ranch and keep an eye on your cattle and put your energies where they're needed most."
"But there's chicken feed to buy and the pick up needs a tune up and...."
"You need a ranch hand, huh? Well, old Robbie wasn't born and raised in Utah for nothing. Let me do that for you."
Jody was alarmed to feel herself smiling. "Hired! Yeah! Somebody's on my side!" Then her jaw fell slack. "God, I'm supposed to be a business woman and look at me!" She grabbed a throw pillow and clamped it over her naked breasts.
"I'd like to do more than look at you," he said softly, sucking in his breath. He stared pointedly at the lush curves of her smooth flat belly and softly rounded hips, at the melonous breasts with their strawberry tipped nipples, at the smooth strength of her shoulders. "Jesus, I've never worked for a woman before. Is this in the job description?"
The naked girl looked searchingly into his eyes and read the meaning. Softly, she reached out her arms and eased him down so that his blonde curls were cradled on her stomach. "Oh, Rob, if good comes along with the bad, you've got to be the best thing that ever-"
The young man's mouth touched the cool satin of her softly quivering flesh. He tensed and sucked in his breath. She could feel his heartbeat. Then, almost of their own volition, his lips began gently nibbling at the satiny skin, his tongue trailing wetly along the flatness of her stomach sloping gently toward the patch of chestnut pubic curls wedged between her thighs. Jody sucked in her breath. No, this was ridiculous! She couldn't let him ... not after last night ...!
As Rob's mouth lingered among the silkily curling pussy hairs, his hands stole down to the marble columns of her thighs and tenderly pressured them apart. "No!" the trembling girl whispered. "Rob, no. ... you mustn't!" But the muscles involuntarily relaxed, her knees fell outwards and she found herself unconsciously freeing one foot from the tangle of trousers and ripped panties so that she could spread her legs further apart.
The aroused young lawyer stroked his hands upwards until his fingers touched the moistly heated coral lips of her cuntal slit nestling up between her widespread thighs. And then, as she jerked and caught her breath at the sudden thrilling contact, he gently pried apart the fleshy, hair covered lips and eased himself down along her body so that his mouth could close over the gaping wet entrance to her vagina.
"Oh, please ... don't!" Jody breathed ecstatically. "Please don't. Oooggghhhhh!" Her shoulder slipped further down on the sofa and her hips squirmed invitingly as his soft tongue suddenly laced snake-like into the warm tunnel of her cunt.
Delicious flickers of unbelievable excitement flamed through her loins as the reservation lawyer's lips sucked teasingly at her quivering pussy flesh and the tip of his hot probing tongue found and then swirled around the oily nub of her clitoris.
The naked young girl felt her own vaginal secretions began to flood warmly around his lapping mouth as he drew the sensitive shaft of flesh between his teeth, rolling it from side to side to send insane tremors of desire shuddering through her veins.
"Aaaaaahhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, Rob ... oh, baby! Oh, what you do to meeee!"
Her hips writhing in slow hypnotic motion, Jody reached her hands out blindly for his loins and, for the second time in less than twenty four hours, tore open the zipper of his pants and pulled out his stiffly upstanding cock.
For a silent moment she gazed in fascination at the bloated, mushroom shaped head protruding from the foreskin. A pearl of seminal fluid glistened like dew ill at the slit of its tip. Then, twisting the top half of her body towards him, she pulled the muscled rod of flesh towards her face and poised her wetly ovaled lips above the blood engorged head.
Feeling the warmth of her breath playing over the lubricated bulb of his cock head, Rob groaned deep in his chest. A moment later as the girl's hot mouth closed wetly over the aching tip of his penis, he was levering Jody's quivering thighs even further apart as his tongue slavered wildly into the sucking depths of her writhing young cunt.
The excitement, the sensations of a moistly heated mouth against her genitals was too much for them both. Almost before Jody knew what was happening, she felt Rob's warmly throbbing cock growing larger and hotter in her mouth. Knowing he was about to cum, she began sucking hungrily and mewled with an obscene delight as she felt the first heated splash of his cum spurt like liquid fire down her throat.
And that triggered her own orgasm, causing her to spread her legs even wider-to get more and more of his snaking tongue fucking up inside her convulsing cunt....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rob Jackson's stay brought a ray of optimism into Jody's lonely, struggling existence. Now, six days later she had yet to hear the ominous crunch of gravel on the driveway or hear the banging on the screen door. Beaver's officialdom seemed to be ignoring her, or so it seemed. Rob drove into town to pick up the necessary supplies to last two weeks. He had frequented the reservation every two days, bringing back with him Indians who willingly mended the fences, and looked after the cattle. One was named Sam Eaglefeather and the other George Blackfoot. They stayed in the old bunk house and worked for room and board; and they knew the land well, for they had been under Martin Powers employ some years back.
Lokken, Snyder, Pigson ... none of them made an appearance. And if there was any gossip in town regarding the photograph, none of it reached Rob's ears.
By Saturday pregnant clouds had gathered in the sky but dissipated southward into long fingery strips too high to gather momentum again, and the sun shone hot and commandingly in the clear blue skies. The well was gradually lowering to the dangerous level; already large clumps of muck were sputtering out of the faucets and Jody grew worried. They would have to dig another well if it didn't rain soon. Four more cattle had been found dead, eating away at the herd. Two of these deaths she attributed to foul play and the other two were victims of heat exhaustion.
Later that afternoon, Eaglefeather saddled up the two mares and Rob and Jody rode eastwards over the grazing land toward the lake. The water level was slowly giving way to the banks and it was here under the shade of a tree that Jody unpacked the knapsack lunch she had brought along and they sat down to rest.
"I love it here! I remember as a little girl riding out here to meet Daddy counting the cattle. God," she said clasping her knees and staring absently ahead, "life used to be so easy then."
"It can still be," Rob said, shading his eyes against the sun and staring across the open prairies.
"Poor Papa ... he worked so hard to keep this land. I know it disappointed him that I was born the wrong sex but he nev-" Abruptly her forehead wrinkled curiously and her eyes fixed on something unseen. Rising to her feet, she brushed her hands on the thighs of her dusty levis and strode langoriously toward a white speck in the grass, her steps building tempo until she stooped to snatch it up. Turning it over, she examined it from every angle, then scurried back to where Rob sat with his propped up knees, sipping at a tepid beer.
"A map of my land ... Look there's the house and the barn...." Her lips compressed into a tight line. "What does this mean? We know who but we don't know why they're trying to force me out." Raising her head, she let out a troubled sigh, her eyes scanning the brown prairie lands for an answer. "Why would anybody want this land?"
"There's obviously something there they're after," said Rob scratching his head. "I remember in particular an Indian by the name of Fleetfoot who managed to scrounge together enough money to buy a piece of land somewhere north of here. The Beaver populace harassed him so badly he finally sold out."
"Why did they want his land?"
"Silly, but I never thought to ask," he said contritely. "Poor guy chalked it up to prejudice and high tailed it back to the reservation...." His voice trailed off. "I wonder if...."
"Huh?" She was studying the map again.
"Oh, nothing...."
With the map folded in her back pocket, they rode further east to check on the fences. Choking clouds of dust twisted up under the horses' hooves as the sky gradually darkened to pink ribbons in the west. Suddenly Rob pulled hard on the reins and the horse whinnied from the bite. She reared around on her hind legs, her rider holding her in tow while he hung half out of the saddle studying a freshly dug hole vards away.
"This is odd, don't you think?" Rob gestured towards a shoulder of rock where the surface was scarred and chipped.
"What do you think that means?" asked Jody. "Do you think Eaglefeather and Blackfoot did that ... some kind of Indian ritual?"
"Uh-uh." The young man shook his head. "What's so curious is that this is the second such spot I've seen today."
"The second?"
"Yeah ... back there near where you found the map I saw another one. I didn't mention it at the time. It was in a slope of sandstone, all chipped away like this." the handsome young lawyer pooched out his lips concentrating. "It looks as if they've been taking samples ... for what reason I don't know."
The following day, Sunday, Rob made a telephone call to the reservation then took the jeep out into the pastures while Jody busied herself around the house, washing clothes and straightening up the place. Eaglefeather and Blackfoot, late night marauders to the liquor store, were asleep in the hay barn sleeping off last night's mni wakan stupor.
Beyond the lake where he and Jody had picnicked the day prior, slightly to the left and hidden in a grove of oak trees crowning a sandstone outcropping, a metallic glimmer, like the slender beam of a flashlight, pierced his eye. Immediately he veered off to the right, hiding the jeep behind a sandstone bluff about a quarter of a mile away. The cattle grazing nearby paid him no heed, swishing their tails at horse flies and lolling contently as he made his way over the crisp prairie grass toward the oasis beyond. Treading wearily, he began circling around the pale rock face, the faint whisper of voices growing louder with his appreach.
There were four of them grouped around a litter of chipped rock: Lokken, Snyder, Pigson and a tall, thin man whom Rob recognized as a surveyor. They were all sitting on portable collapsible lawn seats intent on the surveyor. There were rock fragments piled at his feet and he was holding a chisel in one hand, a fragment of rock in the other.
"What does it look like to you, Samuels?" asked Snyder in his heavy voice. "You think she's the same as over there by the lake?"
"Yes...." the clerk said carefully, chipping away with a geological hammer now, gathering samples and putting them in a canvas bag at his feet. "I can't be sure until I run a test on it, but it sure as hell looks the same to me...."
Pigson scratched his bald head and looked stupidly at the surveyor. "I don't get it ... you mean the order of types of rock determines whether or not oil's trapped down under this good for nothin' ground, huh?" His barrel chest shook jubilantly with his laughter.
Hidden under the tree on the nell above from where they were sitting, Rob caught his breath. Oil! So that was why they were trying to run Jody off her land ... the conniving bastards! It explained the dead cattle, the rape, the photograph ... everything! They had been conducting a sample gathering and that explained the small digs of earth near the lake.
Oil ... formed by the decomposition of carbonaceous matter aeons ago, oil that was trapped in the earth just waiting for a drill bit to release the pressure and let her spurt!
The four men below had their backs to him; they were watching the surveyor make his notations on a chart. Rob changed positions to lesson the numbing in his legs and poked a finger into the neckband of his T-shirt to ease the pressure. He was debating whether to stay and watch, hopeful for more conclusive findings, or sneak back to the ranch and get his rifle ... when his sixth sense picked up the scent of danger and swivelling around his eyes settled on a long brown strip of slithering flesh. Rob's throat went tight as his eyes sparred with the black eye balls of a rattlesnake drawing up into a balled coil, its tail vibrating fiercely.
"Oh shit," he muttered to himself. The human instinct for survival took precedence over the fear of his fellowmen and, clawing under his belly for the .38 wedged in his Levi's waistband, he snuck it around underneath his torso, bared his teeth and pulled the trigger.
The bullet whined through the air. A red fizzle of blood splattered the ground. On his belly, his nostrils snorting smoked dust, a second rattle took him by surprise. A few yards away was the dead snake's mate drawing into a coil. Another shot pierced the blue.Sunday afternoon skies and blood and mangled flesh rained over the sandstone.
The four men leaped to their feet, swearing. The scrape of heavy boots digging for toe holds into the sandstone outcropping on the other side took him by surprise and lifting his head, Rob stared into the gloating, piggish face of Beaver's Chief of Police, a Smith & Weston clamped in his steady hand.
"Don't try anything, Jackson," he warned. "I got a plaque on my wall for marksmanship."
Panting, the young lawyer wiped the snake's blood from his face and stumbled to his feet, raising his arms shoulder high. He was furious with himself for being so careless.
"So the Indian lover's turned into spy, huh?" Pigson sneered. "Ain' you got 'nough problems out at the reservation without stirrin' up trouble for other folks?"
Rob remained reticent. With any luck they might believe he had been out walking ... after all it was a Sunday afternoon, that he hadn't overheard any of the surveyor's comments.
"He asked you a question, asshole!" shouted Snyder, his feet crunching on the ground as he assailed the spy and slapped him backhanded across the face. "What the fuck are you doin' out here snoopin' around?"
The force of the vicious blow sent the young lawyer staggering back a pace. There were stars in front of his eyes and his head was buzzing. He licked the blood from his split lip and chose his words carefully. "I work for Miss Powers. I suspected there were trespassers on the land so I came to check." What harm was there in admitting to working for a rancher? If they knew she knew he was on her land, they wouldn't dare shoot him and bury his body.
"Work for ol' man Powers kid, huh? I'll bet you work for her," he said with a coarse chuckle. "It'd take more than a kid like you to keep that cunt's pussy from itching."
Rob flushed and clenched his hands. "As I said, I'm protecting her property upon which you're trespassing-this is an illegal invasion upon private property, mayor."
Snyder turned livid. "Don't give me none of your cock sucking Indian lovin' bullshit, you asshole!" With that he raised his arm and smashed an agonizing blow to Rob's stomach.
Rob spilled over backwards, landing six feet away on the rock with the blood thundering in his ears and breath groaning from his tortured lungs. Lokken and the clerk hauled him to his feet, retching and wheezing. Lokken's crafty eyes were glistening and his mean little mouth was wet with saliva.
They held the young man's arms and Snyder drew back his ham like fist again and slammed another savage punch into the pit of Rob's stomach.
The young man rocketed backwards with the force of the punch, his arms torn out of the men's grasp and cannoned sickeningly against the back beneath the tree. He slid limply to the ground, rolled over on his hands and knees and vomited, his chest heaving in convulsive gasps as animal noises whined from his gaping mouth.
Pigson shuffled uneasily. The barrel of his gun, which had been covering Rob, began to waver. "Hold it, Snyder," he said as Snyder was about to kick the fallen man in the face. "If this guy is employed by her ... it is against the law to...."
"Shut your goddamned mouth, you chickenshit idiot," growled the town's mayor. "If you're too goddamned pussy to watch, then beat your ass back to town."
"But I-" Pigson looked down at the half unconscious man and then back at Snyder.
"Get the fuck outta here, you yellow bellied cocksucker. Me and Robbie here's got some unfinished business to take care of."
Pigson took one last glance at Rob and shrugged his heavy shoulders. "See you later, Snyder," he mumbled. He put the gun back into the holster stretched around his bulbous hips and headed off back to the truck.
Now Snyder was towering over Rob, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. The young man's breath was beginning to whistle in rattling shudder back into his lungs. Snyder jerked his head at the surveyor who had stood by stupefied. "You ... get the cord outta the truck and help Lokken tie his hands behind his back.
"Sure thing, mayor." The bearish little lawyer scurried over to the truck parked near by, behind which Pigson stood nervously smoking a cigarette.
By the time Rob was breathing fairly regularly again, they had dragged him to his feet and bound his wrists tightly together. He stood swaying slightly, his head spinning and his diaphragm and chest on fire, staring up at Snyder through pain-dimmed eyes. "A good clean fight, huh, mayor. An incapacitated man against a crazed man with a gun."
Snyder's mouth twisted sardonically and with a grunt he pistol whipped Rob savagely twice across the face. Rob cried out in agony as the steel sliced open his cheek and then smashed sickeningly against the tip of his nose. Something crunched and a curtain of blood streamed from his cheek and mingled with the stream pouring from his nostrils to jell on his T-shirt. In a high whine of torture, Rob sank down on one knee and hung his head.
"You pulled a gun on me once, you bastard and I warned you then not to cross my path ... and by God almighty I'll beat the bloody pulp outta you!" He nodded to Lokken and the surveyor who pulled the half unconscious young man to his feet for the third time and propped him upright.
Snyder drew back his right arm and piled a murderous blow to Rob's heart, following it with a vicious left hook to the chin that sent his helpless victim reeling sideways. Rob felt as if his insides had exploded and were dribbling out of his nostrils. It seemed from a distance that the punches, cracking and thudding, landed upon his hapless body. The mayor's strength was phenomenal.
Rob would have been face down in the pool of his own blood had not Lokken and the surveyor caught his arms and held him. Snyder was grinning sadistically. He followed up his act with a series of tattoo punches to each side of Rob's temples. Rob's knees buckled beneath him; he was seeing double. At a signal from the mayor Lokken and Paul, the surveyor, let go of his arms and left him teetering on weak legs while the brutal mayor jerked a tremendous uppercut that snapped his head back and burst inside his brain a roar of agony.
This time Rob went down and stayed there, crumpled in a bleeding mass of pain. They dragged him up to the grove of trees and cut the rope binding his hands. Then Snyder used the extra rope to fling over the lower branches of the tree, lashing one end around each of his victim's wrists at the other end. They tied him up, his limp body hoisted into the air to dangle lifelessly about a foot off the ground.
Rob was hanging by the wrists from the branches, his arms spread wide enough so that neigher hand could reach the rope around the other, his head sunk on his bloodied chest, his battered face, bloated and blood-clogged, handing down to his chest.
Snyder brushed his hands, wiped the sweat from his brow with one bloodied fist and stepped back to admire his job. "Let's get this shit outta here, guys and pay a visit to super cunt Powers. I got me some unfinished business to take care of with her, too. If you guys are nice, I might let you chew off a piece of tail for yourself." Then stopping again to glance up at the blood splattered crucifix hanging above, the big man charged up the nell. "Just one more thing, Mr. Jackson," he sneered victoriously. "This one is for Miss Powers." Steeping back to judge his distance, he landed a blow to Rob's groin.
As the fist seared shockingly into his penis and testicles, sending waves of nauseous agony crashing through his loins, the helpless young lawyer threw his head back and uttered an animal growl. His body threshed frenziedly below the swaying branch, his legs jack knifed slowly up towards his brutalized belly and then dropped limply down as he hung unconscious from his tree cross.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The kitchen was sweet with the warm richness of baking chocolate chip cookies as Jody spooned the teaspooned mounds onto a cookie sheet and glanced absently out of the kitchen window watching a patch of clouds gather thunderously in the sky to the west. She licked her finger free of dough and flicked the radio station to a different channel, a little scowl crossing her face at the Baptist minister's booming, damning message. Now she hummed to a top forty tune, flitting about the kitchen.
Shuffling footsteps on the front porch startled her, her spoon poised in mid-air. Not them again, she cried inside. Not Snyder and his cronies!
In a silent gesture of alarm she clamped her hand over her heart as she heard Eaglefeather stride lankily through the door, letting the screen door bang shut behind him. He was a tall man of stoic expression, an unmovable strength in him that Jody trusted implicitly. He had been a friend of her father's.
"Miss Powers?" He waited for her to gesture an invitation into the room. His words were measured when he spoke. "Where is the lawyer, do you know?"
Jody looked startled, and wiped her hands on the kitchen towel, a little twinge of alarm building momentum in her chest. "He's ... he's gone to check out the pastures," she said hesitantly, cocking her head to the side and studying the man's expression askance. "Why do you ask?"
"I go to find him," the Indian said without expression. "I feel thunder in the air ... I smell trouble. Can I take the horse?"
The girl straightened, her face smoothing tightly in silent alarm, threads of suspicion weaving a knot in her stomach. "No ... take the truck, it'll be faster." As she watched the Indian turn resolutely on his heel and stomp out the door, she collapsed on the kitchen chair. Strange that she hadn't considered the possibility of Rob running into a mishap. He was her protector, he would always be around to save her from the harassment of the Beaver officials ... wouldn't he? Providence couldn't be so cruel as to let anything happen to him. She lurched to her feet and sprinted for the front door, raced down the steps and toward the truck where Eaglefeather was gunning the motor. "And take Blackfoot with you ... if there is trouble out there you'll need help!"
Rob was in a terrible state, weak from exhaustion and exposure, his face and body was a mass of swelling bruises and blood encrusted cuts and welts from the savage beating at the hands of the bully town mayor. He hung like a blood splattered scarecrow between the trees when they sighted him from a distance. Lucky, too, for the sky was turning dark with thunder clouds gathering pregnantly in the sky, bringing with it a veil of premature darkness, forboding and eerie. Already crackles of lightning zig-zagged across the horizon, slicing the atmosphere in half with a deafening growl of its thunderous mate.
* * *
Jody Powers screamed, her shrill cry of alarm ringing unheard above the clap of thunder. Lying naked on the sofa with her hands bound behind her and her full naked breasts splashed purple and blue by the clawing touch of brutal fingers, she watched with terror struck eyes as the town's mayor approached her. They were going to rape her again.
They had arrived shortly after the Indians had departed. She had closed the windows and doors against the slashing rain and when she heard shuffling on the front porch, she had assumed it was Rob with Eaglefeather and Blackfoot coming back from the pastures. There had been three of them-Snyder, Lokken and a man Jody had never seen before. Snyder was covered with blood and he'd run cold water over his knuckles for ten minutes, flexing and unflexing his fists while he gloatingly watched his two cronies tie her up and rip off her clothes with the tip of a kitchen knife. She could smell liquor on their breath as she had tried to slam the door in their faces but they had forced their way in and held her prisoner in her own house wyile they rummaged through her cupboards looking for more whiskey, and made obscene comments about what they were going to do to her.
Jody had tried not to show fear, crossing her fingers and praying her Rob's return. It hadn't even occurred to her that they had gotten to Rob first. With the rainstorm banging at the screen windows and the lightning, he might be hiding out in the pastures under a tree waiting for the strom to subside. But what had happened to Eaglefeather and Blackfoot? She could only hope that the sight of the car outside would tip him off so that he would come in with a gun in his hand and rescue her ... as she had come to depend on him to do. Then Snyder let it slip that they hadn't driven ... they had walked up from the lake.
Snyder had raped her first, his monstrous penis battering up into the tender depths of her cunt as Lokken and Paul held her down spread-eagled on the sofa, their eyes bright with lust, licking their lips in anticipation as they leered gloatingly at the pounding body of their evil mayor. After that first round, Lokken and Paul each took a turn at her, and by the time the drunken mayor was ready to fuck her again, she was too exhausted to resist anymore. She lay limp and stunned under his brutal assault, feeling more used and spent and humiliated that she would have believed possible. Finally they had staggered to their feet and raided the kitchen and made themselves a bologna sandwich.
Now, an hour later after a snooze in the chair Snyder was coming at her again, stroking his penis in one meaty paw and saying wretchedly obscene things to her. The pounding rain had intensified, the skies having opened in a cloud burst that ran in waterfalls off the roof.
He was naked, his belly and chest matted with sweat-salted hair, his huge bullish penis hanging in front of his hairy testicles. As Jody lay recoiling in horror and revulsion at the reddish rod of stiffening flesh, he stroaked it in accelerating jerks until it stood out like a flagpole from his loins, its head naked and shiny.
The bound captive squealed in horror and bit her lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of hearing her cry. She pressed cringingly down into the cushions, her amber eyes wide with loathing. What more could they possibly do to humiliate and torture her?
"Thought you'd seen the last of me, didn't ya, little girl?" he growled, smiling lasciviously down at her as he skimmed the flap of foreskin up and down the obscenely stiffening rod of punishing male flesh. A large drop of precoital fluid dribbled from the slit in the mushroomed cock head and splashed to the floor in a creamy puddle that foretold of more horrors to come.
"You're quite a looker when you ain't bitching about somethin', you know that?" He said greasily, his bloodshot eyes roving hungrily on the trembling curves of the captive's naked young body. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swiping away a bit of spittle. "I guess it's time we all had a little more fun, huh?"
"You won't get away with this, you idiot! When Rob gets back he'll-" Her voice, high with indignation brought a coarse chuckle from her tormentor.
"You're tight assed lover is hangin' from a tree with his nuts cracked in half, little girl! Ain' that right, boys?"
The two naked men giggled drunkenly, then passed the bottle between them. "That's right, Miss Powers. There ain't nobody to lay charges against us. Ain't no crime without witnesses," they said smugly.
"You're disgusting! You make me want to puke!" spat Jody. "I know you're the ones who've been injecting my cattle and you had me raped, too, didn't you ... and killed my bull and had the dead calf stuffed down the well to poison my water supply. Oh, you think you're so darned clever!"
Snyder scratched his armpit. "Just wish I'd a been the one to rape you m'self," he gloated.
"Oh, God, how I hate you!"
Snyder kept stroking his bloated cock, hes sperm heavy sac of testicles swinging obscenely with his movements. "Come on you two," he growled to Lokken and Paul. "Stuff something in this bitch's mouth to shut her up!"
Jody's aching head swung around to take in the surveyor's long thin penis spearing lewdly out from his mouse-colored pubic hair. One of his hands plucked nervously at his wetly drooping lower lip. Next to him Lokken's round naked body, hairless and built like an oversized stumpy dwarf, came into view. Jody thought with a shudder of terror that these two henchmen were more repulsive than Snyder himself. A least he was a man!
But before she had time to think up the appropriate adjectives, the mayor's two cohorts, at a signal from their boss, threw themselves on top of her nakedly helpless body, clasped her ankles, and pulled her legs savagely apart. The screaming girl lay obscenely spread eagled in cringing humiliation before her sadistic captors, the whole chestnut curled length of her cuntal furrow with its pinkly glistening pussy lips, still swollen from earlier plunderings, wide open to their hungry gaze.
Shaking with dread, she stared through tear-dimmed amber eyes from one merciless face to the next as Snyder and his men leered lustfully at the quivering pink mounds of her bruised breasts, the softly tremoring bulge of her flat young belly, and the chestnut triangle of her sparse pussy hair nestled between her splayed legs. Dear God, there was nothing one bound female could do against the three of them! She had no idea where the Indians had found Rob or if they could arrive in time to save her from this ultimate degradation.
Now, imprisoned in her own house, she was utterly alone and totally helpless and at the mercy of Snyder and his buddies. They would rape her, tear her apart, ruin her forever with those stubby, wetly seeping cocks closing in on her. But she had the Powers blood in her veins, and fighting to remain undaunted, she swore that if they managed to conquer her body, they could never conquer her proud spirit. They had yet to intimidate her to the point of crumbling, and even now, by God, they wouldn't so long as her name was Jody Powers!
And even as she swore that oath to herself, she couldn't deny the fact that even in the plundering rape of her helpless young body earlier that day, her body had responded in orgasm after orgasm to the brutal molestation of her captors.
CHAPTER NINE
Rob winced agonizingly with each shift of the truck into low as Eaglefeather guided the truck over the rain eroded fields too hardened to absorb this sudden holocaust from heaven. In the past half hour the skies had opened up in an atmospheric maelstrom that punished the heat beaten earth in hammering blows. It seemed as though the skies had caught fire, so rapacious was the crackle of lightning slicing the skies. Rob shivered in the front seat, blood clogging his throat, making it painful to speak and thank this red-skinned man sitting beside him.
The jeep's wheels slid on the muddied ground, making it necessary to rock the vehicle back in forth in high gear, reversing and advancing while Blackfoot braced his lanky weight against the truck and heaved. Each jarring movement sent stabs of pain tearing through Rob's body.
It seemed they were making progress toward the ranch house, through the torrential rain obliterated shapes into dribbling smears of faceless objects barely visible through the furiously working windshield wipers. Struggling to supoort his obdurately collapsing body in the truck cab, Rob made out the inky pool of the lake to the right of them. They couldn't be that far away now, he reasoned, turning head to see Eaglefeather's fiercely controlled expression set stoically on his face.
To the right of him a crackle of lightning lit up the skies and through the watery blur pounding on the truck's cab, he watched as a tree burst into flames, splintered and fell in a thunderous crash.
* * *
Jody sucked in her breath as Snyder leaned over her, mauling at the soft flesh of her stomach with his blood-stained finernails. "It's up to you now, girl," he said. "You can cooperate and we'll have a ball-or you can fight it and it's just the three of us who gets the kicks. Like I say, it's up to you." His hands moved lewdly upwards, stroking and squeezing the fullness of her firmly out-thrust breasts, squeezing the nipples painfully between his dirty fingers.
The bound girl felt as if an army of ants was crawling over her vulnerable flesh, biting and gnawing at her being. She strove to find words that might appeal to what little decency these animals possessed. But one can not conjure up what is not there. The three faces leering lecherously above her were alike in their brutish concentration on the satisfaction of their animal lust. Her body froze in horror as Snyder's fingers raked teasingly down the trembling contours of her body to rummage around in the chestnut pussy curls forming the tingling vee of her loins. "Okay, boys ... get to it!" he rasped with a lewd chuckle that made the captive girl want to be sick right there.
The two men released her legs and went into action on signal. Lokken clambered onto the sofa and settled himself on the hapless girl's naked bosom, his bony thighs gripping her bound arms, her heaving breasts squashed beneath his buttocks and the heavy pouch of his testicles resting in the deep cleft between her breasts. The surveyor crawled astride her belly, forcing her knees apart with his bony hands as he leaned acrobatically downwards to ensnare his slobbering tongue into the cum-filled quivering slit of her well abused vagina.
Jody spasmed convulsively under their numbing weight, a whimpering groan bubbling from deep in her fear tightened throat. Her buttocks ground down hard into the cushions, trying to escape the repulsive oral attack of the mousy surveyor. Her body became a canvas of goosebumps as Paul drew the tiny bud of her swollen clitoris wetly up into his hot mouth and with a noisy suck began to gently nibble at the sensitive bud of flesh.
"Oh! Aaagggh!No ... please!Please! ... Aaaahhhh!"
Oh, God, to have Rob stomp through the door and blow their ugly brains against the wall! The cruelly subjugated female groaned to herself as the man's face slobbered in a liquidy feast between her legs and his fat tongue fucked in and out of her involuntarily welcoming cunt. Yet, in spite of the shame and ugliness of it all, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were beginning to percolate deep within her empty belly ... and on her firm young breasts, crushed as they were beneath his ass cheeks, the nipples had already hardened into two-penny spikes! How could this be happening to her? How?
And then she gasped again as the flames of erotic sensation tearing out of control through her body began to blaze higher and higher. Oh God, they were getting to her! With an effort of will she gritted her teeth against the roaring sensations charging through her body and repeated her oath that she would not succumb to the betrayal of her own body.
But suddenly, then, the slavering surveyor's greased tongue shot forward, burrowing far up into her now wetly straining cunt to send waves of lustful greed spiraling crazily up her spine to the nerve centere of her skull. Sensations of wild forbidden pleasure shot out to every cell of her body, telegraphing the message to her brain that she was losing the battle against her ravishers. Desire was quickly replacing fear as the lips and tongue of her molester plundered her quivering pussy. Her mind responded with shock: what was happening to her? Oh Lord! What was happening to her?
The hungrily sucking tongue in her vagina had brought her dormant lust-fulness damningly alive! Her naked ass cheeks arched spasmodically up off the davenport, frantically trying to plaster itself against the face of her ravisher ... trying to put out the fires in her out-of-control loins.
Jody opened her mouth to groan aloud ... and choked back a gasp of alarm. Lokken, who had been watching her passion-twisted features with a smirk of lustful eagerness, had nosed the rubbery mushroomed tip of his thick, vein-bulging cock in between her lushly parted lips!
She told herself she didn't want to, and shutting out reality from her consciousness, Jody opened her mouth and shot out her tongue to suck and nibble on the rod of flesh, welcoming the rubbery length with its pungently seeping tip into the back of her scalding mouth. What had happened to her resolve? Instead of fighting this disgusting assault on her body, she had actually welcomed the invasion of the lawyer's stubby rod of flesh between her sucking lips. And below her pink cunt was inflamed with wanton desire of the most carnal sort! A tongue jabbed up her fagina and a cock jabbing down her throat was not enough to saitsfy her now! Jody needed more!
She had only to open her eyes to have her wish granted.
Paul withdrew his slithering tongue from her hotly clasping vagina and deftly sprang aside. Then grasping her legs, he thrust them backwards towards her head so that the man whose penis was gagging and jabbing down her throat could clamp them under his arms. Bent double, jack knifed in a shamelessly compromising posture, her arms tethered and her legs pinioned by the stubby little lawyer whose hotly pulsing cock was thrusting in and out of her sore lips, the whole plane of her female genitals vulnerably upturned beneath the leering gaze of Paul and Lokken.
"All right you little scum bags! Get in there and fuck the shit outta the cunt!"
The lustfully excited surveyor jumped astride Jody Power's bent-back thighs, mashed nearly to her breasts. Then, guiding the heavy shaft of his long poling cock downwards with his forefinger and thumb, he aimed the mushroomed tip straight for the inflamed and hairy target of her desire-moistened cuntal lips and shoved.
"Ummmmmmmhhhhh!" Jody managed through her cock-filled mouth.
The shamelessly doubled over girl bucked and squirmed in unwanted ecstasy as the rapidly growing raping penis arrowed up into the tight hot passage of her clasping vagina. Her ovaled lips stretched around the stubby shaft of Lokken's penis plowing painfully into her mouth as she mewled in ecstasy.
Suddenly she felt herself being manipulated sideways so that her nakedly exposed buttocks were facing outwardly from the sofa.
And she screamed ... half in painful agony and half in shameless passion, for the mayor of Beaver had kneeled up on the sofa facing the men on the other side of her loins. Now, with the seeping, scalding rubbery tip of his bloated cock clutched in one meaty hand, he was ramming the muchroomed head brutally up against the tight hairless opening of Jody Power's puckering little anus.
Oh God, don't let him, don't let him! She pleaded to the powers above while outside the thunder clapped and the lightning flashed as if crying mating calls in the watery heavens.
* * *
The cloud burst was horrible in its intensity. The temperature had dropped from the mid-nineties to a chilling sixty-two degrees in a matter of an hour. Lightning encircled them like fingers of fire.
Leaning over the steering wheel of the truck, Eaglefeather concentrated piercingly, aiming the truck over the slopes and ravines, zig-zagging across the rutted pastures to make the drive as bearable as possible for his groaning, half-conscious passenger whose body lurched and jolted with the creak of the pick-up's shocks.
One eye was swollen shut, hooded over by folds of mottled purple flesh. Rob, staring blurrily through his badly bruised right eye at his rope burned wrist, swore an oath to himself and grabbed the dashboard as if it were Synder's ugly neck. He pulled his pain-convulsing body upright in the seat; the teeth gnashing agony in his body was more intense than any torture Dante's circles of hell could inflict. His ragged shirt was splattered with vomit and dried blood and the thundering ache in his groin had not subsided.
"Sp-speed up!" His voice wheezed from his beaten chest. "We've got to get to the ranch. Snyder's headed there ... after Jody!"
Eaglefeather broke his stoic gaze to let out a yelp of alarm and slammed down the accelerator, sending the truck skidding over the field, the back tires spinning and spitting gales of mud to splatter up over Blackfoot who rode in the back.
CHAPTER TEN
Jody let out a screech. With her nakedly exposed loins swollen and wet and pulled back towards her breasts, Jody's tightly clenched rectum battled against the flesh splitting pressure of the mayor's stony penis. With a plopping sound, the clasping rubbery lips suddenly broke their elastic hold, and she screamed again as the mushroom-tipped head of Snyder's sodomizing penis thrust far up into the scalding buttery depths of her tight rectum.
Grunting and sniveling with debauched anticipation, the town's mayor began hammering fiercely in and out of the captive girl's painfully stretched anus while Lokken ground his hips so that the nakedly glistening rod of flesh stuffing her mouth sawed in and out between the violated girl's horrendously stretched lips. Saliva and pre-cum streamed in a murky river from both corners of her hungrily sucking mouth. In syncopated rhythm, Paul, rising and falling, plowed the blood engorged length of his cock ferociously up and down into the greedily clasping passage of her vagina.
In wide-eyed horror, the helplessly tied young woman realized she was being brutally raped from three different directions at once! Her mouth was stuffed with pungent, rubbery cock; her anus was bursting from the drilling pressure of Snyder's lustful manhood; her cunt was filled to the belly with Paul's skewering penis! Her entire being was opening its awareness to beautiful, wonderful, hard, purple-veined cock!
And she loved it! Oh, she would still look upon all three of them with the vilest of disdain, but she wanted their cocks. She moaned and thrashed and meweled in lustful delight as her tied down, squirming body was tossed between them.
The room was heady with the scent of musk and the sound of grunting, thrusting men slamming their hardness into her drowned out the deafening clatter of rain pounding on the roof overhead. She might have been made of rubber the way they bounced her weightlessly about on the sofa. Then Jody sensed their muscled bodies tense iron-tight and shudder convulsively. Thrashing under the pressure of their musky smelling bodies, she groaned out her ecstasy around the mouthful of raping penis as her climax coincided with a clash of thunder and a storm of sensation lighteninged through her body to leave her in a quaking, spasming erotic fury. She was going to cum ... ccccuuuuuuuummmmmm! Oh God ... she couldn't stop it!
Simultaneously, the bulging cock tickling her tonsils swelled and then burst in a squirting stream of hot and acrid semen that splashed against the back of her gagging throat-and the two cocks raping her cunt and anus bloated hotly then spewed their white hot pints of semen in gushing floods against the velvety walls of her milking cunt and the buttery depths of her sucking rectum.
It seemed like an eternity that the three men lay heaving and satiated over her. The steady tattoo of rain on the roof held her in a hypnotic trance while the erotic thrills still percolating through her body parted cloud-like to let the revulsion at the unspeakable and disgusting rapes she had suffered shine through. Why, she wondered dimly, as much as she loathed Snyder ... why did she react as responsively as she had? She hated the man for having murdered her father and for trying to ruin her life, and yet she had responded to him with the carnal hunger of a hot blooded whore. Could it be that her tempestuous, demanding nature required a partner strong enough to force her into submission? And was that why it was Rob Jackson's face she had longed to see hovering over her violated body?
It was only when Snyder hauled her roughly to her feet and untied her aching wrists that her senses regained a dim cognizance of reality. And then Snyder and Lokken and the man called Paul scrambled into their clothes under the direction of the town mayor who stood at the window, wiping a circle of vapor and pressed his bulbed nose to the cool glass. His voice boomed in alarm: "Somebody's pulling in the drive! C'mon! Get your asses outta here!"
One of her persecutors tore open the door, letting in an arctic blast of rain that sent the kitchen curtains dancing. Then a thunder of feet stampeded through the screen door and down the steps to die in the splattering din.
Wearily, Jody rose in a stupefied stupor from the sofa and made towards the door; she stood the numbly staring out at the torrential downpour, the piercing needles of icy rain battering accusingly against her inflamed, naked body as if in retribution for her betrayal of it. Dully, her wide amber eyes lifted expressionlessly to the smear of darkness overhead, upwards through the icicles of rain to the impressionistically shapeless figures of her assailant's slipping and sliding, clambering into Rob's jeep.
Below the gravel driveway had turned into a murky river of churned up garden top soil, carrying with it Bones' cross that twisted in spirals before coming to rest at the foot of the knoll in a tangle of wind-whipped weeds. She watched helplessly as Rob's little utility burst into life, its two back seat passengers pinned low in the seat against the onslaught of water.
The cold water needling her flesh abruptly snapped Jody back to her senses. Forcing her weight against the door to close it, the heavens suddenly cleaved open in a crucifying storm of fire. To the left and above the hollow crackle of wood splitting made her recoil in terror and she clamped her hands over her ears as the giant elm splintered in half in a mind-deadening crack and thundered to the ground, cleaving the jeep in half.
Then Jody's amber eyes reflected red as the jeep's gas tank burst into flames and two flaming balls exploded rocket-like into the air to smolder in the mud. The third headless victim was trapped in a web of branches.
An hour ago the thought of watching Lokken and Snyder and the surveyor die would have unpented her vengeance, but now that reality left her with a desolate, arid feeling.
Behind her the living room door crashed open and slammed against the wall. At first Jody had not recognized the battered, ragged figure, but at the sound of his voice, she ran across the room and hurled herself sobbing into the young man's arms. "It's over," he said.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"We arrested Pigson last night," the county sheriff told Jody and Rob. "He led us to Mac and Harry ... Snyder had hired them to rape you and kill your cattle. Jesus, what a bunch of bums, huh?" the sheriff said emphatically, shaking his head.
"And the inquest into my father's death...?"
"Yes, that's been reopened."
Jody let out a long sigh and stared through the rain splattered window of the Beaver Police Department headquarters to the empty church pew outside the saloon. Despite the inclement weather the street was lined with pick-up trucks and cars, and no doubt the suds were foaming behind the barroom door, the place heady with gossip.
Rob read her thoughts. "It's all over with, Jody."
Her lower lip trembled and a burst of emotion scalded her eyes. "I know," she sobbed. "It is all over. The ranch is a disaster. Half my cattle are dead, the chickens drowned ... I've nothing much left, you know."
"But you've got a fortune in oil! I told you...."
"I don't care about that damned oil. I've loved that land since I was born ... it's all I have left of father and I don't want oil rigs and bad smells ruining the tradition of that land. I'll never sell it...." she said resolutely.
He swung her around by the arm and pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "What you need is someone to help you get back on your feet ... someone to manage things for you. Let's do it together, Jody ... you and I and that land."
"But...." She bit her lip, staring up into his eyes rapturously. "You have your work at the reservation, Rob and I have the ranch. That's my life out there, every prairie dog ridden acre of it. And I think it should stay that way for a while until we see how we feel later ... "
He had been her super-hero, her savior. He had rescued her from Snyder and his perfidious cronies, he had made love to her when her body cried for the strength of a man ... Could she convert that divine image into an ordinary flesh and blood male animal?
Rob hid the disappointment in his eyes because something in her expression called for that. "Well," he said genially, "does that mean we can't have a drink together?"
"Rob Jackson, if you think I'm going to subject myself to that saloon-!"
"Who said anything about the saloon?" A wide smile grew across his lips. "I know of a cozy motel on the other side of Beaver." Maybe he could change her mind yet.
