There are few behavioral scientists in this day and age who will argue the point that man is prone to a violent nature, his primitive instincts held in check and balance by a set of complex rules and regulations which have been laid down by society for the protection of society.
"We all suffer to some extent from the necessity to control our natural inclinations by the exercise of moral responsibility," states Konrad Lorenz in ON AGGRESSION.
Man, over the years, though, has consistently found ways and means to assuage his overpowering needs.
"Uprisings, riots, revolutions, and minor skirmishes . . . have all provided an outlet.. . " says Susan Brownmiller in AGAINST OUR WILL: MEN, WOMEN, AND RAPE.
"A key stimulus which contributes enormously to the releasing of intense militant enthusiasm is the presence of a hated enemy," continues Lorenz. "This enemy . . . can be of a concrete or of an abstract nature. It can be 'the' Huns, Bodies, tyrants, etc., or abstract concepts like . . . capitalism."
No part of history has been so fraught with indications of man's inclinations toward violence than those uprisings, riots, and even killings which have accompanied the growth of labor unions in the United States: those battles of the capitalists, who want to retain what they have, against the "have nots", who want to gain more for themselves and for their families.
In the following story, revolving as it does around a dispute between the management and the union of a large coal mining operation, men with starving families come not only to look upon the system, in general, as their enemy but, more specifically, upon the mine owner Talbot McKnight and his beautiful daughter Susie.
Frustrated in being unable to make headway in settling the strike over the negotiating tables, it's only a matter of time before a couple distraught men begin looking elsewhere for a solution to their problems.
Read, then, the following story of how desperate men use a sheltered and spoiled young woman as a pawn in their struggle to achieve leverage in a game played for more power.
And as you read, you might keep in mind Susan Brownmiller's pronouncement: "Man's discovery that his genitilia could serve as a weapon to generate fear must rank as one of the most important discoveries . . . along with the use of fire and the first crude stone axe."
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Susie eased the flashy Lincoln Continental around the corner, knowing immediately that it had been a mistake bringing the big car. She should have rented a VW. Maybe then she could have gotten through the gate-somehow-before the mine strikers realized she was the boss' daughter. Well, it was too late now to be thinking about what she SHOULD have done.
Susie checked all of the car doors, making sure they were locked. She experienced an involuntary shiver that went all of the way up her spine and then all the way back down again. It somehow seemed of little consolation that there were men hired by her father, waiting to act in case the strikers put up too much of a stink regarding the inward pass-age of "scabs" or management personnel. And since Susie had called, she knew her protectors would be on the lookout for her.
Susie honked the car horn, as much to announce her arrival to her father's men as to part the mass of rough-looking men who were purposely blocking her way.
Susie experienced this funny feeling way down inside of her. It was fear. It was also something more. It was a kind of sensual excitement about being here now, Susie McKnight, driving her big glossy Lincoln Continental, and making these big burly men part before her like so many dirty sheep on a country highway.
Susie worked her buttocks deeper into the genuine leather of the car seat. As she did so, she was aware that her cunt had gone juicy. She was also aware of a trickle of sweat running along the cleavage that separated her two large and luscious breasts.
Were her nipples actually going hard? What would these animals do when they looked inside and saw her two dollar-size buttons straining through the gray cashmere sweater that was the only material covering them?
She should have worn a brassiere! Why in God's name hadn't she worn one? She had to be crazy. First, picking out this particular car to flaunt her position, then wearing no brassiere to flaunt her body, was almost too ridiculous to be believed.
The men, about twenty of them, parted slowly. BUT THEY DID PART. One of them hit Susie's car windshield with some kind of rubber club that miraculously didn't shatter the glass--. A couple of other men began rocking the automobile.
"Leave that car alone, or you're, going to find yourself minus a couple of balls, or have your ass so full of buckshot you're not going to be performing stud duty anymore!" someone yelled. Who, Susie didn't know. But it was obviously a friend.
"I said move it, you bastards!"
It was harsh language. It certainly wasn't the type of talk Susie had grown used to in all of those private schools her father had packed her off to.
There was a scuffle of some sort-off to one side. Someone was simultaneously trying to open the door on the passenger side of the car. Susie felt a renewal of the fear (and pleasure?) welling inside of her. She bit her lips until she felt the resulting pain of her white teeth digging into her tender pink-colored flesh. "Move it, bastards! Goddamn it, move it!" It was Jim Folesom. Susie now saw him and several other men physically pushing back the strikers to widen the pathway for her car. Susie was relieved to see Jim. On the other hand, she wondered why his obvious presence made her excitement a little less than it had been.
Suddenly Susie's car was moving through the opening gate. Jim and his men had formed a protective phalanx around the auto.
The gate closed once again, Susie bringing the car to a halt in the company compound. She pressed the small chrome tab that brought the window down on her side.
"Thanks for the assist, Jim," Susie said. She flashed the man a wide smile that pulled her full lips back along a line of fine white teeth. She tossed her head in a way she knew from practice made her appear even more attractive. She then used the long tapered fingers of her right hand to smooth a few stray blonde curls out of her large blue eyes.
Jim Folesom squatted down by the side of the car to bring his large, handsome face opposite Susie.
Jim had tousled black hair, thick eyelashes and brows, deep ebony eyes. He had a small scar on his left cheek that would pucker like a dimple when he smiled. He had a deep cleft in his chin. He had massively square jaws that were perpetually tinged blue-black by the darkness of the beard shaved off at skin level. Tufts of blue-black hair sprouted wildly from the open neck of Jim's red flannel shirt.
"You're going to get this shiny new car of yours battered up real nice if you try driving it through the picket lines too often," Jim said. He wasn't smiling, his cheek not dimpling. "You're lucky there was a relatively quiet bunch on this morning."
"Is my father in his office?" Susie asked, not deigning to comment on Jim's observations. She had already chastised herself for having driven the car. She certainly didn't need a hired hand to drive the point home.
"He's expecting you." Jim said, wondering if Susie really realized what kind of potential disaster her little arrival this morning might have precipitated. Or, was Susie really the epitome of innocence she was trying to portray?
Jesus, as if it wasn't enough Susie was the boss' daughter: that in itself being enough to make those poor bastards outside the gate hate Susie's guts. But then the silly little bitch had to come driving the biggest car in her father's garage: a car whose purchase price would have kept six starving union families fed and clothed for a year. And what was Susie wearing to make herself as inconspicuous as possible? A sweater stretched so tightly over her breasts that anyone could see her nipples just for the looking; a skirt that had worked its way so far up it now revealed her attractively dimpled knees; a ring on her left hand that would have tempted a man with even a full belly to knock her over her pretty blonde head to get possession of it.
And it was highly doubtful that any of those mine workers outside the gate had a full belly at the moment. The strike had been going on now for over six months; and, union benefits had run out over two months ago. Those poor suckers out there were living from hand to mouth; and, it would have taken very little to set them off-as had been witnessed on more than one occasion in the past.
Susie McKnight, as far as Jim Folesom was concerned, was one lucky little lady.
"I'll tell daddy what a good job you did," Susie said, deciding she would drive on to the office. She didn't like the chastising look Jim was still giving her. She felt rather like a naughty little girl caught in the act of doing something ridiculously silly. Susie didn't enjoy being made to feel like an adolescent. She was, after all, eighteen. And that was a woman by most anyone's standards-if not by Jim Folesom's.
"Yes, you tell him," Jim said, getting to his feet. If Susie McKnight were his daughter, he would have pulled her skirt a few inches further up her luscious body and tanned her delicious young ass cheeks.
Jim got to his feet, slapping the glossy metal surface of the car roof as Susie drove away. Jim stood for a minute and watched the car heading for the executive parking area, deciding that the spoiled little rich girl had no real conception of the life-and-death struggle that was going on here. But then why should she? Even her father really didn't look on any of this as a really big deal, did he?
Talbot McKnight, owner of the McKnight Coal Mine and father of Susie, didn't really need the profits from his coal operations to keep bread and butter on his family's table. The time had long since passed when the McKnight coffers were filled only from the cash received in payment for bituminous coal deliveries. The McKnight fortune, although based originally on coal profits, had long since been expanded to include input from oil, natural gas, silver, gold, tungsten, and copper investments. There were also stocks in all sorts of companies, ranging from cereal to textiles. That Talbot McKnight even held onto the coal mine was mainly because of family tradition. His father and his father's father had had coal dust in their lungs. His great-grandfather had been an unskilled worker in these very shafts.
Try explaining to the miners, though, that Talbot McKnight was prepared to sacrifice his profits on this operation indefinitely if necessary just to bring the strikers to their knees. Guys whose whole lives revolved around the holes in this ground wouldn't easily be able to accept the fact that Talbot McKnight looked upon the mine as no more nor less than an expensive plaything.
'That broad is fucking crazy!" Tim Westphal said, bringing Jim out of his temporary reverie. "If the bunch we had out there yesterday had been on the lines this morning, they would have had that bitch's ass out of the car and had it raped before we could have stopped them."
"She's just a kid," Jim answered, wondering why he was suddenly defending Susie from accusations he'd himself just been making against her.
"If she's old enough to bleed, she's old enough to seed," Tim said. He then headed off toward the gate and the other guards on duty there.
Jim found himself helplessly drawn into wondering just how things might have gone. They had turned out damned calm and uneventful in comparison to what might have happened. Tim had been right. Those crazy bastards might have rushed Susie's car, broken open the windows, disengaged the restraining locks, and pulled Susie-out.
How would that pretty little bitch have looked, struggling like sixty while coal-blackened hands started feeling her lily-white skin and exploring those forbidden places between her legs and ass crack?
That would have been something to see! That was for damned sure!
Susie's sweater would have torn, revealing twin mounds of alabaster flesh, each mound punctuated with a dollar-size aureole of brown flesh surrounding an erect little nubbin. Jim was positive the young woman hadn't been wearing any support for her naturally elevated breasts.
Rough hands would have gone wild, feeling Susie's exposed breasts, pinching Susie's hard nipples. Callous-hardened hands would have grabbed Susie's skirt, pulling it down over her creamy ass and thighs.
Jim wondered what color panties Susie was wearing? Blue? Would they be lacy? Would they be so transparent as to show the dark blonde hair fringing Susie's juicy cunt? Or, would she even be wearing panties at all? Yes, she would probably be wearing them. Susie wasn't some common slut of whore. Going brassiere-less was okay, accepted even by the upper classes. But going without panties wasn't quite nice. Susie was possibly wearing one of those new kinds of panty hose Jim was always seeing advertised on television. The ones with the panties knitted right in them so there was no unsightly bulges.
Whatever Susie was wearing, those men would have made short work of it once they'd jerked the girl out of her car. Their dirt-caked nails would have hooked the nylon and stretched it until the material ripped to reveal Susie's blonde-fringed cunt and her firm young ass cheeks.
Jim licked his lips. His cock was going hard in his pants, coaxed into erection by his lewd thoughts of what might have happened to Susie. Jim knew his obscene thoughts were doing nothing but making him hopelessly horny. Still, Jim found it exceptionally difficult getting Susie out of his mind. Now that he had Susie mentally stripped and ripe for a gang-bang, it was hard not to carry his fantasy through to its conclusion.
Jim's right hand automatically went to his crotch and adjusted the bulk of his swelling penis to a more comfortable position.
No, by God, Susie McKnight didn't really know how lucky she had been. Because if she had been pulled out of that imagine car, stripped of her clothing and underwear, there would have been very little Jim could have done to save her. Oh, Jim had a gun; all of the men on the gate had guns; but, some of those miners had guns, too. And those miners weren't going to sit around while Jim and his men started taking potshots at them. They would fire back. And they would merely have quickly pulled Susie behind some convenient protective barrier, spread-eagled her out on the ground until her firm and cheeky buttocks got all pockmarked in the gravel. Then, one after the other, those big, butch miner workers would pull out their huge cock-s and stuff them up Susie's raped and spasming pussy.
Jim felt an oozing of pre-seminal juices from his cock. He felt another gushing as his mind pictured just how it would have been seeing Susie McKnight wide-eyed and naked, her ballooned breasts heaving, her mouth squealing, as her cunt was stuffed again . . . and again . . . and again with rock-hard miner cock.
Jim shook his head to clear it. He felt ill at ease over where his fantasizing had begun to take him.
Suddenly it hadn't been one of the striking miners fucking Susie's delectable pussy. It had been Jim Folesom on top of her. It had been Jim Folesom pumping away. It had been Jim's ass dimpling on every inward shove, Jim's balls banging the strip of female flesh connecting Susie's cunt mouth with her ass-hole. It had been Jim's hairy chest pressing into Susie's mushrooming breasts. It had been Jim's low voice, pass-ion-choked, commanding Susie's pussy to take his spewing load of creamy male sperm.
"Get hold of yourself, buster!" Jim said to himself, determined to wrench his mind back to the reality at hand.
CHAPTER TWO
"What in God's name were you thinking of?" Talbot McKnight asked his attractive young daughter. "Do you realize what might have happened out there?"
Susie looked dutifully repentant. Really, this was a bit much! She didn't know why, but she really hadn't expected her father to make such a fuss.
"So, next time I'll take a bus and sneak in the back way," Susie said, definitely in a snit.
"Good," Talbot said, having taken his daughter's statement literally. "Those men out there are really animals. There's nothing they would like better than somehow getting to me through you."
"Why don't you just give them what they want?" Susie asked. She had a good view out through the Venetian blind to the main gate. She had seen Jim Folesom's big hand move twice to his crotch and she wondered if he had an itch.
"My dear daughter," Talbot said finally. He had frankly been flabbergasted by Susie's last remark. "Why don't you just continue to spend the money and let me worry about making it."
"Or, why not close the mine down?" Susie suggested, not yet willing to give ground. "You certainly aren't the picture of a typical coal mine owner."
"You're purposely trying to vex me, aren't you, Susie?" Talbot asked, telling himself not to get angry. Susie was simply trying to provoke him. She had obviously inherited the trait from her dear, departed mother. Susie's mother had had a way of bringing out anger in Talbot at a moment notice.
Susie was still watching Jim through the window. She had expected him to go back to the gate. He hadn't. He had headed off toward a group of buildings and disappeared behind one of them.
"Let's don't fight," Susie said, turning back to her father. "I'll even concede that I made a mistake in driving up like Marie Antoinette. And I really could care less if you keep the mine, sell it, or scrap it."
"I wish you had more sense of family history," Talbot said, not quite yet ready to make peace.
"Do please spare me the stories of great-granddaddy down in the bowels of the earth," Susie said.
"If it weren't for that man and his rise to prominence in this very mine, none of us would be where we are today," Talbot said. God, he wished Susie would get married, settle down, have grandchildren. Eighteen wasn't too young to get started on the baby-making, especially not when you were as mature as Susie was-in mind as well as body.
Susie turned from the window, still strangely curious as to where Jim Folesom was off to. She didn't know why, but she had always been somehow attracted to Jim; although, she certainly wasn't about to admit that to anyone, Jim, after all, certainly wasn't anybody the daughter of Talbot McKnight could be outwardly interested in. Jim was really only a step above those roughnecks out beyond the gates. He was only a little bit better than those creeps holding their placards and beating up anyone trying to get in to put forth an honest day's work.
"So, tell me," Susie said, sitting down in one of the chairs facing her father's desk and crossing one shapely leg over another, "am I going to be spending my whole summer at home while you remain ensconced here?"
Talbot sighed audibly, seeing what Susie was now trying to do. She was out to make him feel guilty for ruining her vacation. When, in reality, Susie had spoiled her own holiday. She had only come home because of that ridiculous fight with Roger. If Susie and Roger hadn't quarreled, Susie would even now have been in Europe, traveling with Roger Rutledge and his parents.
Talbot, were the truth known, had to admit that he had been overjoyed that Susie and Roger had split. Roger, as far as Talbot was concerned, just wasn't the kind of man his daughter needed. Oh, Roger's family credentials were impeccable. Actually, the Rutledges were more blue-blooded than the McKnights could ever possibly boast. The Rutledges had come over on the Mayflower-or maybe it was the ship that came second. Whatever, they had been in America for one hell of a long time. The problem was that Roger was the end result of some several marriages within the family structure. Cousin had married cousin had married cousin. Roger Rutledge, Talbot suspected, just didn't have that certain something any man would need to control Susie McKnight.
In a way, Talbot wished his coal business hadn't cropped up now. He would have liked taking Susie off on a trip somewhere, off to a place where she could meet some nice man with a bit more balls than Roger.
However, this mess at the mine had happened; and, there was just no way Talbot could get away, especially since things were bound to come to a head at any moment. The union was running out of money, the miners didn't have food to fill either their bellies or their families' bellies. Pretty damned soon, the men were going to have to come around or literally starve to death.
"You know this trouble was in progress when you came home," Talbot said. "It isn't something that just popped up in the last few days. It has been going on now for six months. If you didn't want to spend time alone, you should have gone off with Roger and his parents."
"I thought you didn't like Roger," Susie said, giving her father a small grin.
"He's very well connected," Talbot said noncommittally. Talbot had determined early never to give Susie the satisfaction of his telling her directly that he didn't care for Roger. Talbot had always suspected Susie would have taken his disapproval of Roger as additional incentive for a quick marriage to him.
"That didn't answer my question, did it?" Susie persisted.
"You are the one who would have to live with him," Talbot said, still evading the issue.
"His father says their family could well use the new blood I would be bringing into it," Susie said.
"Roger's father is probably right on that count,"
Talbot said.
"How about the blood Roger would be bringing into our family?" Susie asked, her amused smile growing wider.
"What do you care what I think?" Talbot asked, standing. "You didn't ask my opinion when you got engaged to him. Nor did you ask for my opinion when you suddenly broke off your engagement. Nor do I think you're really all that much interested in hearing what I have to say now. So why don't you go off and tour the premises and let me get back to my work? You did say you were stopping by the mine for some kind of grand tour, didn't you?"
"Can I have Jim Folesom show me around?" Susie asked as nonchalantly as possible.
'Take whichever of the men you want," Talbot said with a shrug. "I would think anyone of them would be thrilled at the prospect of showing the boss' daughter around the place. I imagine they get quite bored exchanging insults with the scum on the other side of the gate."
"Okay then," Susie said standing, "I'll let you get back to your all-important work."
"And drop by before you decide to drive on out of here," Talbot said. "I'll see if I can't make some kind of arrangements for getting you out with a bit less fanfare than accompanied your arrival."
Susie gave her father a smirk and headed for the door.
"And Susie?" Talbot said, watching as his daughter once again turned to face him. "Next time you come here, do wear more than just a sweater, won't you?"
"Oh, daddy!" Susie said, embarrassed to realize she was blushing.
"You, my dear, are obviously use to far more sophisticated company than the blue-collar workers you'll find around here. I'm having enough problems without everyone getting hot and horny because of my own daughter."
"How crude?" Susie exclaimed. Then to prevent her father from seeing her blush even redder, Susie opened the door and stepped outside. She banged the door shut behind her.
Susie was afraid her summer vacation was going to really turn out to be a bummer if it kept up at its current rate. Maybe she should have made up with Roger and gone to Europe with him. The problem with that was that Susie didn't know if she wanted to make up with Roger. He was really not much of a lover. Susie had gotten more pass-ion out of her own fingers than she ever had out of her fianc'.
Susie stepped down off the small front porch and headed off in the direction she'd seen Jim taking a few minutes before.
It was warm outside. The sun was hot, made hotter by the fact that there was very little shade to be had anywhere. What shadow there was could be found only along the edge of the buildings. There were no trees.
The place looked pretty much deserted-which it was. There was only a skeleton management staff on hand. There was a work shift down below composed of "scabs" and strike breakers who had risked life and limb to cross the picket line.
Susie stopped, trying to get her bearing. She began to wonder if she hadn't come the wrong way. There certainly didn't seem to be any sign of Jim Folesom.
Susie decided to look a bit further before turning back. Then if she didn't find Jim, well, maybe she would just head on back to the house. At least there was a pool there. There was nothing here but sun and coal dust and piles of discarded mine tailings. So, why had she even come? Frankly, it had been a simple case of boredom. Roger might not have been the most passionate companion a girl could have; but, he was usually fun to be with otherwise.
Susie stopped once again. She listened intently, wondering if she was really picking up sounds. Yes, they were sounds. But what kind of sounds; and, where were they coming from?
Susie almost called out for Jim. For some reason, the noises sounded masculine-if rather guttural and breathless in the bargain. And since Susie had seen Jim heading in this direction, she could naturally assume it was Jim.
Susie began a slow walk.
Susie decided the sounds were coming from one of the small buildings a short distance off to her right. The door to the building was open; but, it was impossible to see much of what was inside. The way the sun was shining, Susie could see nothing but the darkness beyond the door.
Susie moved off to one side. She couldn't see in; but, that didn't mean Jim-if it was Jim-couldn't see out.
What was he about?
There was a window at the side. Susie headed for it. She felt silly and guilty at the same time. How ridiculous to be creeping around like a young girl playing games. God, she was a grown woman. She was acting like a common sneak thief.
Still, there was something Susie felt intuitively, something that told her the sounds she was hearing weren't meant for her ears. If she would have only allowed herself, she would have recognized the noises for what they were. But there was simply no way Susie was going to admit to the obvious. After all, those kinds of noises certainly weren't indicative to this place, to these surroundings, were they?
Yet, Susie continued to feel guilty. In fact, she felt so guilty, she stood for a good thirty seconds beside the window before she got up guts enough to take a peek inside.
When she did look, she couldn't believe what she saw. For some reason her brain just wouldn't let her register what was there-what was right in front of her eyes-separated from her only by the glass of the window.
Jim Folesom was standing, his buttocks leaning against the side of a desk. His cock was sticking out of his pants. His cock was hard and fist-wrapped. Jim was pumping his cock. He was masturbating. Right there. Groaning softly as he did so.
Oh, my God, what was Susie doing! What was she doing?
She should have left. She should have run and not walked back to her father. So, why didn't she? Why was she standing there, watching? Why was her gaze locked to that big hunk of male meat stuck free of Jim's fly and into Jim's hand? Why couldn't she pull away from the up and down movements of Jim's fingers along the length of his large cock?
Susie felt her mouth go dry. She felt the tendons in her throat go tight. She felt her stomach muscles knot.
She had to go! She had to leave!
It wasn't that Susie was completely ignorant of the male anatomy. She had certainly seen cock before. She had even touched it on occasion. But the cock she had seen had always belonged to boys. Susie had seen Roger's cock; but, she had always thought of Roger as a boy, too.
But this was a man's cock. There was no way Susie-or anyone else for that matter-could have argued that point. It was a monster cock, so thick that its girth couldn't completely be encircled by Jim's gripping fingers. It was obviously uncircumcised, since each upward stroking of Jim's hand brought on a cowling of excess skin over Jim's heart-shaped cock corona.
Jim wasn't aware of Susie's presence. Because, by that point in time, his building pleasure had narrowed his universe to his hand, to his cock, to his escalating ecstasy.
Jim had come here after his lewd thoughts regarding Susie had hardened his cock to a point that was almost painful. Rather than return immediately to the front gate where his tumescent cock could have been noticed by everyone, despite its concealment in his trousers, Jim had decided the fastest and best solution to his problem was masturbation.
Jim had come to this office because he often came here when he wanted to get away for a few moments. He had the key.
Jim had expected only to pull out his cock, beat it quickly to climax. However, just as Jim's imagination had taken hold of him out front just after Susie left him, so he had found his thoughts returned to those same fantasies once he had his cock pulled out and fisted.
Jim just couldn't get Susie out of his mind. Her luscious breasts, nipples jutting to convex buttons beneath her gray sweater. Her skirt hiked up to reveal dimpled knees. Her panties. What color?
"Oh, baby.. . oh, baby," Jim groaned, bringing his hand up once more and then dropping it back along his blood-engorged cock. Up and down. Up.. . down. "Oh . . . baby . . . baby . . . baby."
Jim's eyes were shut. His mind had Susie back again, held pinioned to the ground. There were men holding open Susie's legs. There were other men holding down her arms.
And Jim was buried between Susie's thighs, his bone-hard cock meat rammed deep inside of Susie's desperately clutching pussy.
'Take it.. . take it.. . take it," Jim moaned. He was loving Susie. With his hot mouth, kissing her full lips and her swan-like neck. With his chest, his hard nipples colliding against hers. With his cock, his erection buried to his balls inside of her.
Jim dropped his left hand to his crotch. His hands found his balls, cupping them, playing with them in a firm but gentle manner. A dull aching resulted inside of his gonads, that aching fanning outward and upward into his lower belly.
Susie watched through the window. Shocked. Embarrassed. Mortified. Fascinated. Appalled. Excited. She wanted to go; she wanted to stay. She wanted to stop looking; she wanted to look on forever.
Susie was a voyeur, receiving pleasure from the very fact that she was spying. She was a female Peeping Tom, deriving her vicarious thrills from what she was doing.
Susie had never seen a man masturbate in quite this way-alone without a woman, his mind playing out what kind of fantasies? Oh, Susie had seen boys stroking their cock-s. She had even caressed their hard meat for them. But this was different. Jim wasn't playing out his show for anyone but himself. And Susie was suddenly a part of Jim's most private of moments. Yes, Susie was here-watching. And, she was excited by her watching.
Oh, why couldn't she pull away? What lewdly obscene fascination held her rooted to the spot like some iron filing rooted to a magnet?
"Fuck you . . . fuck you . . . fuck . . . your . . . juicy . . . clinging . . . cunt," Jim grunted.
Susie could hear only sounds and not distinct words. The meanings were scrambled as they passed through the wood and the glass of the building. But Susie could sometimes read Jim's lips, sometimes assigning definitions, whether right or wrong, to his sounds. Like when Jim ovaled his mouth and grunted: "Oh, God!" Or, when Jim threw his head back, his mouth opening, shutting, opening again: "Baaaaa . . . byyyyyy!"
Susie was wet between her legs. Her cunt was soppy with her leaking natural lubricant.
My God, what was wrong with her! She was sick to be doing this! Sick . . . Sick . . . SICK!
She had the irresistible urge to touch herself. No, she couldn't possibly do that. What if somebody would come? What if somebody would see? What would they think? How would Susie be able to explain?
Still, the men were all out at the gate. They wouldn't leave their post as long as there was the chance the picketing miners would cause trouble. And the men down in the mine wouldn't be up for hours. And the office staff was occupied at the main headquarters. And her father was busy. Who was there left to stumble on Susie McKnight, her eyes focused through the window, her hand shoved up beneath her skirt, her fingers touching her . . .
"Ohhhhhh," Susie sighed involuntarily as her fingertips touched the delicate pink material covering the delicate slicing of her cunt mouth. Her sounding, so soft as to be almost inaudible, went undetected in the room beyond the window.
Susie laid her right palm flat over her hair-fringed cunt. Her middle finger crooked slightly, her fingertip indenting the pink nylon of her panties. The feel of her touching sent a tingle of electricity through her, trembling her flesh, making her legs go weak.
"Ohhhhhhh," Susie moaned again, deciding that she no longer wanted the nylon separating her fingertip from her wet pussy lips.
Susie moved the flat of her hand upward to her belly. She slipped first her fingertips and then her whole hand down beneath the white lacy waistband. Her fingers glided over her blonde pubic hair.
"Ohhhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh," Susie groaned despite all of her efforts to control any sounds which might betray her presence.
Jim, through, was no more aware of Susie now than he ever had been. And his chances of discovering her got less and less as his pleasure welled higher and higher.
Jim was close to orgasm. Jim was very close. His cock was wet with those pre-seminal juices which had leaked from his cock and then been smeared along Jim's cock shaft by the man's steadily stroking fingers.
Jim's hirsute scrotum was contracting, yanking upward into a compact ball of prune-like flesh at the roots of Jim's large cock.
"Chew it, pussy . . . chew it . . . chew it," Jim mumbled. His eyes were still shut. His mind was still fantasizing Susie sprawled and naked on the pavement, her cunt at work on Jim's cock. Jim's hips were giving small bouncing movements that flattened his muscular ass buns against the side of the desk. On each downward stroking of his fist, Jim's hips pushed his big cock forward. On each upward stroking of his fist, Jim's hips pulled his big cock back. His fingers were webbed with his translucent leakage. His cock was drooling even more.
Susie had hooked her middle finger in between her cunt lips. Her pussy flesh was oily from her own vaginal oozings. Her cunt skin was velvety slick as Susie's fingers penetrated even further.
"Ahhhhh . . . ugh . . . ahhhhhh," Susie groaned as her fingertips touched her budded clitoris which had erected beyond the soft flesh which usually enclosed it.
Oh . . . what.. . was . . . she . . . doing? What.. . was . . . she . . . doing?
Susie had always felt a little guilty about masturbation, even when in the process of fondling her cunt in the privacy of her own bedroom. Yet, this obscene thing she was doing now was twice-even a hundred times-as bad. It was shameless. It was wickedly horrible. But, she couldn't help herself. She really couldn't.
There was simply no way Susie could have remained where she was without touching herself. There was no way Susie could have pulled herself away from the window without watching the show inside brought to its finish.
Susie played with her clitoris, working the taut little nub back and forth between her pinching thumb and forefinger. More fluids drained down over her fingers. Her legs went weaker.
Susie blinked, trying to clear her vision. Her eyes were dilating, blurring with a swelling pass-ion.
"Agh, agh . . . aghhhhhhhh," Susie sighed, her middle finger petting her raw-red pussy folds while her thumb and forefinger continued to caress her over the brink of orgasm.
"Oh . . . shit.. . take . . . my . . . fucking . . . load!" Jim grunted gutturally. His fingers clamped down hard over his penis. His cock swelled bigger within his fist.
Jim's white, creamy cum erupted from his cock. Thickly heavy wads of his sperm spurted free, trailing opaque streamers behind them.
"Oh . . .Jesus.. .Jesus.. .Jesus," Jim moaned, his fingers smearing his cock with his exploding juices.
Susie watched Jim as another explosion went off between Susie's legs. Susie's wet fingers sunk deeper into the pink pussy flesh that was sucking at her hand.
It couldn't be happening. It couldn't. . .it couldn't . . .IT COULDN'T!
CHAPTER THREE
Linda Ralston wasn't as pretty as she had once been. But then, life hadn't been all that easy. Two husbands: one dead and buried, the second run off with what little money Linda had had salted away. God, Linda had been a trusting idiot in her time! She has since wised up. If she was no longer as young as she had once been, she was no longer as stupid either.
Linda moved in closer to the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She wiped off the condensation with the towel she held in one hand. She stepped back for another, look.
She had just showered. Her black hair was wet. Not yet as full of body as it would be when dried, her hair now hung straight, outlining a face which had never been ravishingly beautiful.
Linda's eyes were her best feature. They were large, blue-green, shielded by lush lashes. Her nose was a shade too long, somehow not quite right for her face. Her mouth was too wide, her lips a trifle too thick.
Linda cupped one hand under each breast. The milky orbs were beginning to sag. They weren't as proudly firm as they had once been; even though, Linda's nipples still turned to stiff little rockets whenever she got excited.
Linda discarded her towel, dropping it over the toilet seat. She flattened her palms on her hips, gliding them downward over her flanks.
Linda recognized the beginning chunkiness of middle age. She already had slight love handles. If she pinched her fingers toward her thumbs, she could gather up small rolls of excess flesh. Still, she wasn't so fat as to be called obese; and, her legs still looked damned good.
Linda turned slightly in front of the mirror. Her ass wasn't as solid as it had once been. Linda consciously determined to begin doing exercises to keep her buttocks from falling any further. She had read somewhere that it was an excellent conditioner if she walked around all day with a quarter couched between her ass cheeks. She wondered lamely if she had a quarter; not that she had any plans to begin any exercise program this evening. Although, it might have been amusing to see how Ken would have reacted to poking his cock into a quarter instead of into her ass-hole.
As if Linda's thoughts of Ken Jackson had been the man's cue, the front door opened and Ken came into the living room. He threw his windbreaker on a chair, turning to see a robe-draped Linda entering from the bathroom.
Ken was six-feet tall, broad-shouldered. He had curly sand-colored hair, classically Roman nose, blue-gray eyes, square jaw, cleft chin. In short, he had all the right characteristics that didn't quite come together in the right combination. He somehow just missed out on being handsome; however, few people could have said just why.
"No luck?" Linda asked.
"The bastard said there was no point in even talking if we hadn't decided to come completely around to his way of thinking," Ken answered. He dropped into the chair, squashing his jacket beneath his muscular buttocks in the process.
'That means you've all decided it's time to make the old man see the light?" Linda asked. She knew what that would mean.
"You hear that his brat showed up at the gates this morning?" Ken asked, shaking his head as if even he didn't believe it, and ignoring Linda's query.
"Yea, I heard."
"She just drove right up to the front gate," Ken said, accompanying with a small laugh that portrayed no real amusement. "One of the guys said she was driving daddy's biggest car, no brassiere, her dress hiked up to her crotch, and wearing a diamond ring that was big enough to choke a horse."
"She's lucky she got through without a hassle."
"She's certainly lucky I wasn't there," Ken said, his tone indicating he wasn't kidding.
"But you should be happy as hell to find out that daddy's little dear was there, huh?" Linda asked, sitting down on the arm of Ken's chair.
"How do you figure that?"
"Proves she's not too careful, doesn't it?" Linda pointed out. "Proves she's not really aware just how serious things are around here, doesn't it? And that makes it easy for you, doesn't it? Seems to me neither little daughter, nor rich daddy, are yet expecting what you've got planned. You do still have it planned, don't you?"
"I'm all set," Ken said. "Some of the other guys aren't so sure, though."
Linda told herself to remain calm, cool, and collected. She wasn't going to get anywhere by getting excited. She just had to move along slow and easy like, not making it too obvious that Linda had been the one who had originated the plan, that Linda would be the one to see the plan was carried out, that Linda would come out the biggest winner of all in the end. So far, Ken thought he was the mastermind, the mover, the brains. And that was just how Linda had carefully-so very, very carefully-planned it.
"The rest of the guys will come around," Linda said, running her fingers through Ken's tousled hair. Goddamn it, they had to come through! Did they really have a choice? If Talbot McKnight hadn't made concessions by now, it was doubtful he was ever going to make them. Yes, in the end, it would be Talbot McKnight's refusal to compromise which was going to line Linda's pocketbook with real gold. All Linda had to do was bide her time.
"We've still got a lot of chicken shits who are holding back," Ken said, evident disgust registering in his voice. "They keep thinking McKnight is going to come around any damn minute."
"They won't hold out much longer," Linda promised. Thank God for that ridiculous stand-ff strike. "There's a lot of starving kids around here now, baby. No family man is going to long stand for the bawling caused by his own kid's empty belly."
"There's another union meeting tonight," Ken said. "I've got to leave early. A bunch of us have to try and delay another vote on settlement. Rumor is going around that some of the ass-holes are actually thinking of giving in."
"Jesus!" Linda said. Her feelings of horror were genuine, if not for reasons Ken might have easily deciphered.
"Yea, Jesus is right!" Ken echoed. "Can you actually imagine anyone being willing to stuff the last six months down the rat hole?"
Yes, Linda could imagine that. The very idea made her break out in a cold sweat. If things got really desperate, it might have seemed easier to a lot of the miners to give in to the old man rather than do anything drastic-like kidnapping Talbot McKnight's pretty young daughter.
Don't panic, Linda! Don't panic! Nothing had been decided yet. There had been votes taken before. Each time the union majority had rejected any proposals to bend to McKnight's demands. Just because the miners were thinking now of voting again didn't mean anything. Still, all of those hungry kids crying might have some of their daddies-too gutless to take the law in their own hands-to thinking that the best way out was to go back to work no matter what the concessions that now had to be made.
"You want me to fix you something to eat?" Linda asked. "I've got a casserole in the oven."
"I'll eat in a minute," Ken said. "Until I do, why don't you see what you can find for yourself to snack on."
Linda smiled. She knew what Kenny was suggesting. If it was one thing Ken liked about as much as fucking Linda's ass, it was fucking her face. And when you came right down to it, Linda didn't mind obliging by hoisting up her buttocks or opening up her mouth whenever Ken made the request. Linda was a sex-oriented animal. She had known that from even before that first time when she had seduced her stepfather into raping her virgin cunt. She had enjoyed that first time, and the second time, and the third . . . Linda was still enjoying.
Of course, Ken wasn't the best sex Linda had ever had. But then, he wasn't the worst either. Considering Linda hadn't hooked up with Ken for his body, she was getting a few bonuses in the bargain.
"Sure you've got the time?" Linda asked, flashing Ken a wide smile. But even as she spoke, she was on her way to her knees, dropping into the spot Ken had made for her between his open thighs.
Linda's fingers deftly pulled down the zipper of Ken's fly. The gaping jean material quickly revealed the white of the man's underwear.
Using both hands, Linda pried open the crotch of Ken's shorts. She quickly revealed a bushing of sand-colored pubic hair and the lower inch of Ken's cock. The rest of Ken's meaty erection was jutting downward into the pocket formed between Ken's left trouser leg and the man's hairy left thigh.
Linda's right hand grabbed the visible handle of blue-veined stiffness and gave a hefty tug. Inches of Ken's turgid cock meat eased upward, the blood-engorged cock progression being evidenced by the diminishing ridge visible beneath the denim.
Linda's prying made the handle of cock grow bigger. With only Ken's cock corona still stuck at his thigh, and Ken's cock roots still anchored at Ken's hairy belly, Ken's cock was a bowed massof male thickness arched outward from the man's crotch.
Linda gave another tug. Ken's erection came free. The cock thrust upward from its knotted roots to its pulpy cock head. Ken's cock glans had struck against Ken's stomach, splattering pre-seminal liquid on the man's shirt.
Linda, not to be satisfied with just Ken's healthy cock, fished back into the breach for Ken's balls.
Ken's testicles and their containing hair-covered scrotum, came flowing out into the light. Ken's gonads were perfect companions for Ken's blood-glutted turgidness: two massive nuts accompanying one massive cock.
Ken's scrotum dropped between Ken's opened thighs like a fleshy waterfall pooling on the seat of the chair. The skin shifted with a seeming life all of its own.
"Go on, baby, eat it," Ken encouraged. "Drain my nuts so I can think straight at tonight's meeting."
Oh, yes, Linda did want Ken to think straightespecially tonight.
Linda homed in first on Ken's ball sac. She decided to sample that musky taste of Ken's flaccid scrotal flesh before it would compact as it always did when Linda sucked Ken's cock to fever pitch.
Linda pursed her -full lips and pressed them against the sexual bag. She sucked. All of Ken's loose skin flowed nonstop through Linda's lips and into the hungry wetness of her mouth. When only the two testicles remained outside, plugging like two giant tennis balls, Linda sucked harder.
"Ohhhhhh . . . sweet . . . Jesus!" Ken moaned as first his left and then his right gonad was vacuumed between Linda's teeth and into her mouth.
Linda's lips were now flush with the base of Ken's monstrous thickness. Linda's nose was pressed firmly into the wide expanse of Ken's cock belly.
Linda had one hell of a mouthful. She worked the flaccid skin and its cum-bulged gristle back and forth between her cheeks, washing Ken's compacting sex sac in wet-warm saliva.
Linda's cheeks collapsed in on Ken's balls. Her sudden oral squeezing caused a dull aching that spread into Ken's muscled lower belly.
Linda rolled those cum-heavy gonads with her tongue, bathing them as more cum was being manufactured inside their bulky orbs.
Ken's right hand went to his cock and gave it a lengthy up-and-down stroke. Clear juices leaked from the cock head, drooling down over the corona like syrup on a large scoop of peach ice cream.
"Come on, baby," Ken said, opening his thighs wider and scooting further down into his chair. "Take my cock. Take my cock deep. Take it all the way down to your voice box."
Linda pulled her face away from Ken's crotch, her lips releasing first one of Ken's balls, then the other. Even as Linda's mouth had been sucking ICen's scrotum, the sac had been contracting. It emerged thicker and more prune-like than it had entered.
Finishing off by giving a few final tongue laps of Ken's scrotum, Linda decided to move on to bigger and better things. She knew Ken was getting anxious. She could tell by the way his hips were already beginning to give short little bucking movements.
"Come on, give me head . . . give me head," Ken muttered. His hand was still stroking his vein-latticed meat. His thumb spread his juices over his pulpy cock glans in preparation for Linda's eventual licking.
Linda's tongue went to the belly of Ken's hard cock. Linda licked upward. As she did, Linda slid her hands back along Ken's ass. Her fingers anchored into the cleft of the man's muscled buttocks.
Ken's cock trembled against the drag of Linda's experienced tongue. Just as Linda's licking reached the man's heart-shaped corona, Ken's cock leaked another oozing of clear pre-seminal juices. Linda's tongue quickly claimed the newest deluge, robbing every drop of the luscious liquid from the small mouth that cleaved Ken's rubbery cock head.
"Come on, cunt," Ken persisted. "You've got me climbing the fucking walls."
Linda pressed the top of her head into Ken's belly. Looking downward, she had a good view of Ken's thick meatiness. Linda could see the pink wetness of Ken's penis eye. She could see the tently arching of Ken's cock back and the slight bulging of Ken's cock belly. She could see the cock roots anchored amid the clustering curly hair on Ken's lower belly.
Linda well knew it would be one hell of a long journey from Ken's pulpy cock head to the man's burgeoning cock base. But Linda was prepared to make that journey. Linda was more than willing to impale her head on Ken's up-jutting stiffness. Why? Well, for one, she enjoyed sucking his cock. She had always enjoyed sucking any cock, ever since she had learned how it was done. But most of all, Linda would suck Ken's cock because she wanted to please him. And by pleasing him, she would better be able to manipulate him into doing just what Linda wanted him to do.
"Damn it, eat it, bitch!" Ken commanded. He bucked his hips upward, his cock head missing Linda's mouth but stabbing her right cheek. Ken's cock left a trailing of damp wetness on Linda's skin.
Linda ovaled her lips over the head of Ken's massive cock corona. She locked her mouth into place along the groove made by Ken's cock head as it flared from his cock neck.
Linda sucked the blunt end of Ken's cock into her face, vacuuming in an additional three inches of Ken's supporting cock neck.
Linda's tongue whipped Ken's entering turgid member. Her taste buds sampled the flavor of Ken's cock, the flavor of Ken's sweat, the flavor of Ken's leaking pre-seminal juices.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Linda hummed over Ken's plugging meatiness.
"Ohhhhhh . . . sweet . . . sweet . . . Jesus," Ken groaned in animalistic appreciation. An upward bouncing of his buttocks added more of his cock into the siphoning warmth of Linda's face.
Linda sucked up even more of Ken's blue-veined hardness. Linda's jaws yawned wider to adjust to the large girth of Ken's lower cock stalk. Linda paused momentarily, waiting for her throat to relax around the meaty stiffness she had already taken.
Ken, though, wasn't content to be satisfied with just a little over half of his blood-engorged member stuck inside of Linda's mouth and throat. He wanted all of his cock rammed deep inside. AND HE WANTED IT THERE NOW!
"Gggghhhrrraaahhh!" Linda groaned over Ken's solid erection as Ken's hands clamped into Linda's scalp and pushed the woman's face downward.
"Oh . . . Christ! Christ! Christ!" Ken grunted in appreciation. He had shoved Linda's mouth down securely over his turgid thickness. A quick bucking worked Ken's cock roots tight against Linda's yawning mouth.
Linda willed herself to fight off any choking. She was, in fact, familiar enough with Kenny by now to have anticipated this sudden jamming of her head down over his cock. Had she not been prepared-as had happened the first time Ken had coaxed her into eating his blood-stiffened cock-she might have strangled. Now, though, she better knew what to expect. And knowing what was coming was winning half the battle right then and there.
"All right . . . ride . . . my cock, baby," Ken groaned, releasing the pressure of his hands on Linda's head so that the woman would finally be able to come up for air. "Make it cum . . . make it cum."
Linda began her slide back up Ken's hard meatiness. Her tongue continued to whip Ken's swollen cock shaft. Her saliva kept coming warm and fast, bathing continually the exiting cock neck.
It was an easy ride up Ken's cock to its summit. Once there, Linda didn't pause for fear that Ken would once again anxiously push her down. Linda, instead, went down on her own. Her second trip was far faster and smoother than the first one had been. And the third slide was faster and smoother than the second; the fourth . . .
"Love it, don't you, bitch?" Ken asked. There was a lewdly obscene pleasure derived not only from the physical sensations of Linda at work but, also, from the mere watching of her head bobbing up and down on Ken's cock. "Yea, you love it. I can tell. Ohhhhh.. . damn it.. . but you do like my cock, don't you?"
"Mmmmmmmm," Linda hummed and nodded her head yes. She then continued coasting over Ken's lustful spear. She tasted the faint saltiness of the pre-seminal juices left in her mouth each time Ken's pulpy cock corona smashed into her palate and deflected into the entrance of her throat.
Ken's lust-bloated testicles were quickly ballooned to capacity with Ken's viscous male sperm. His gonads ached with the pressure. His belly muscles tightened. His chest heaved as he found himself helplessly gasping for air. His cock throbbed up Linda's mouth.
"Goddamn it, take it, baby! Take it! Jesus.. . fucking . . . Christ-TAKE IT!"
Ken's hands pushed Linda down one more time over his skewering thickness and kept the woman anchored there. Ken's ass bounced out of control. His pubic hair ground against Linda's face. His scrotum, now a compact grapefruit-size ball, offered a spongy cushion for Linda's chin.
Linda sucked deeply, coinciding her vacuuming with those erupting shudders of Ken's creaming cock inside of her throat. As a result, Ken's splashing creamy, thick cum was quickly siphoned up while Linda's lips were fluttering about the ballooned roots of Ken's exploding penis.
CHAPTER FOUR
The first thing that flashed through Susie's mind when she opened the front door and saw Jim standing there was how he had looked with his ass propped against the edge of that desk, with his hand full of hard cock, with his creamy male seed blasting . . . blasting . . . blasting.
Susie blushed as a result of her lewd thoughts. What was worse, she knew that Jim could see her blushing and wouldn't understand the cause of it. He had, after all, never realized Susie had been there to see what he'd done, had he?
"Your father sent me over," Jim said. He was a bit curious over Susie's reaction. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but certainly not this. Susie looked, at least for the moment, like a very naughty little girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"My father?" Susie asked, stalling for time enough to regain some control. She felt like a tongue-tied adolescent.
"You do remember Talbot McKnight, don't you?" Jim asked, deciding once again that Susie was a thoroughly attractive young woman. He far preferred what he saw now-a young girl in shorts and a simple halter-to what he had seen at the coal mine yesterday-the little tart with unbrassiered breasts and a fake come-on smile.
"Why would my father send you here?" Susie asked. Finding Jim Folesom standing on her doorstep had been the last thing Susie had expected when she had told the maid she'd get the door herself.
"I get to play baby-sitter," Jim said. He confidentially wasn't too pleased with the assignment. He would have much rather been back at the mine, beating the shit out of any picketing miner who tried to get funny.
"You?" Susie asked, vaguely remembering her father had mentioned something about getting her protection until the strike was over. Susie had thought for sure he had been joking.
"And don't bother telling me to forget it," Jim said, moving past Susie and into the house. He had no intentions of letting her shut the door in his face. "I take my orders from Talbot McKnight and not from his little girl."
'This has to be a joke!" Susie said, closing the door and following Jim into the living room. "This has simply got to be a joke."
"Your father said you would say that," Jim said, smiling in spite of himself. Susie looked so fucking indignant, it was funny. "He said to tell you to call him at the mine office if you had any questions."
If she had any questions? Hell, yes, she had some questions!
Susie went to the phone and dialed. She asked to speak with her father and had to wait a good five minutes before he came on the line. Susie was made furious by the delay.
"I know why you're calling, Susie," Talbot McKnight said with no preliminary greeting. "And I don't have the time to argue the subject at the minute. So, just settle down and accept the fact that Jim might be around the house for a few days."
"You're not even going to discuss it?" Susie asked, knowing that her father had decided something, AND THAT WAS PROBABLY IT.
"I'd love to discuss it, Susie," Talbot said, "but if you'd turn on the television about now, you'd see that I have a few other things to contend with besides your protests against what's for your own good. So, do be a good girl and tell Jim that although we miss him here, I feel a hell of a lot better with him there at the house with you."
And, with that, Talbot hung up, leaving his pretty young daughter fit to be tied. Susie's disposition wasn't helped any by the asinine I-told-you-so expression of Jim Folesom's handsome face.
Susie simply refused to believe that she needed a baby-sitter. And that was what Jim himself had said he was. My God, Susie was certainly old enough to take care of herself. And, what could possibly happen to her in her own house? Everyone but her-it seems-was continually overreacting to things.
Susie placed the receiver back on its hook and headed across the room for the television set.
"Your dad tell you to be a good little girl and not cause me any trouble?" Jim asked, his face breaking into an amused smile. His teeth were startlingly white behind the sensuous stretch of his lips.
Susie didn't even give the bastard the courtesy of an answer. She switched on the television set instead, waiting impatiently for the damn thing to warm up. She began getting the sound first.
". . . about an hour ago. The trouble seems to have started when some office workers and 'scabs'-the latter being non-union mine workers-were crossing the picket lines together . . . "
The screen flashed, the picture giving a few hearty flips that also succeeded in garbling some of the sound. Finally, the picture and the accompanying sound emerged complete.
". . . problems here over the past six months . . . " the announcer was saying.
Susie stepped back to get a better look. What she saw was a bunch of angry miners shouting at a line of policemen standing before the main gate of her father's mine. It was evident that tempers on both sides were flaring.
"Looks like trouble," Jim said from across the room, wishing he were back at the mine instead of where he was.
The television camera had panned over to the corner of the main office building where Susie could see her father and several other men clustering around a woman with a bandaged head. The camera zoomed in for a closer shot, and the on-the-scene newscaster worked his way through the people, bringing with him his microphone.
". . . animals, animals. The bastards are just animals," the woman was moaning loudly.
"Mrs. Hanley and three other women were set upon this morning with a group of non-union mine workers who were trying to cross the picket lines here at the McKnight Mine. Mrs. Hanley? Mrs. Hanley, would you like to please say a word for . . . "
"What's a society coming to when they let grown men attack women in broad daylight and throw rocks at them," Janice Hanley interrupted. It was doubtful to whom she was speaking: to the men around her, or to the newscaster. She brought her right hand up to her bandaged forehead. "It was . . . it was . . . simply . . . " She started crying.
"She's a nice lady, too," Jim said. "I know her. She wouldn't hurt a fly."
Susie turned off the set, watching as the picture faded to a small period of light center-screen. She knew what Jim was going to say next; and, she wasn't disappointed.
"If they're so angry to do that to Janice, what in the hell do you think they'd like to do to the boss' daughter?"
Susie headed off through the living room, down a couple of steps, through the French doors, and out onto the flagstone of the patio.
Jim, undaunted, followed right behind. And, he didn't stop talking, either.
"I don't think you realize how desperate those men are, Miss McKnight. I mean, they're out of work. They've been out of work for over six months. Most of them are hard-pressed to even come up with the money for a loaf of bread . . . "
And Susie was going to say something like, "Let them eat cake," but she didn't. Marie Antoinette had beaten her to it; and, besides, Susie did feel sorry for those men if they couldn't really afford a loaf of bread. But, what in the hell was she supposed to do? It was her father, wasn't it, who was holding out? Susie didn't know anything about it."
"Oh, do spare me the grisly details!" Susie said, stopping at the edge of the pool. Jim had been in the process of telling her about several poor miners who had sent their starving wives and children to relatives hundreds of miles away.
"I just think you would be a lot better off if you realized this was no children's game being played here."
"So, now I realize it's no game. I, also, realize it's a beautiful day, and I'm going to take a swim. Since you're here, you might as well join me."
"I don't think so, thank you," Jim said. The water did look mighty inviting. And, Talbot had told Jim to make himself at home. It was just that.. .
"Oh, don't be an ass!" Susie said, obviously piqued. "Of course, you're going to take a swim. Why the hell not? Just because half the world is starving is no need for you to play the pompous .martyr. One little dip in a riclj man's swimming pool is certainly not going to make you less a man. Besides, what's all this concern about the miners? You're management now and have been for years?"
"My roots go back a long way into that mine," Jim said by way of defense. He hadn't been aware that he had been defending the miners. He'd merely been trying to put across the point that they were a threat.
Susie was going to tell him that Roots sounded like a good book title, but she didn't. They had already gotten off to an abysmally bad start, and there was no sense in making things any worse.
"Well, your father might have been a coal miner," Susie said, "and my great-great grandfather might have been one, too, for that matter. But you and I are not; so if we think of anything, we might as well think about what benefits the company and not the workers."
"But, that's just it. The mine is going deeper and deeper into the red every day the strike goes on," Jim reminded.
"Sometimes, one must give up the short-run profits to get bigger profits in the long-run," Susie said, quoting verbatim something she had heard her father-or was it one of his business associates?-say somewhere at one time or another.
Susie headed for the bathhouse at the other end of the pool. Halfway there, she turned back toward Jim who was still trying to decide if he should accept the invitation for a swim.
"Well, are you coming?" Susie asked, lifting her right hand to shield her eyes from the sun. "Or, do I call daddy and have him order you into the water? God knows, by what we saw on the television, my father must certainly have better things to do than listen to me bitch about my un-obliging baby-sitter."
"I don't have a swimsuit," Jim said, thinking that was one good excuse, even if he couldn't think of any other. Then he was immediately afraid that Susie might suggest something really silly, like their both swimming in the nude. Jim had read the stories about how the upper classes had their fun and games.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, we've got drawers full of swimsuits in the bathhouse," Susie said with a groan, wondering if Jim were somehow suggesting the two of them might enter the pool au naturel. Susie had heard stories of how the lower classes were really like animals. Not that Jim Folesom could be considered lower class since Talbot McKnight had taken him under his wing after Jim's father had died in the mine. But Jim was certainly of a more common and primitive stock than-say-Roger Rutledge. "I'm sure there's one in there that can even contain the -likes of you."
Susie blushed slightly, having once again been thinking of how she had seen Jim's massive, blood-engorged cock when the man had masturbated.
Susie turned quickly, not wanting Jim to see how flushed her face was becoming even beneath her tan.
"Come on, don't be shy!" Susie did deign call back over one shoulder. Then, without turning around, she proceeded to the ladies' side of the pool cabana. She opened the door and went inside.
Susie sorted through several of her personal swim-suits she had available, finally choosing a bikini was especially skimpy and revealing. She knew Jim would probably disapprove, and that was mainly why she chose it. She knew her father would certainly disapprove, too. As a matter-of-fact, he already had disapproved of it on two separate times.
"It's just for sunbathing around the pool when I'm home alone," Susie had told her father on both occasions. And, in truth, this would be the first time she had worn it with anyone around. Today, though, she felt somehow daring.
Her body tingling with an unexplainable excitement, Susie began to undress. She felt confident that Jim had decided to join her when she heard the sudden loud noise-like something falling-that came to her from beyond the door that connected the ladies' rooms to the men's side of the cabana.
Susie found herself wondering if she shouldn't check to make sure the door was locked. But then even she suspected Jim Folesom wasn't about to try anything funny with the boss' daughter.
"You playing bull in the China shop?" Susie called out, untying her halter top and peeling the white material away from her firm white breasts. She didn't get an answer. Jim was probably too embarrassed at his own clumsiness to give her any reply.
Susie shook her breasts, running the fingers of her right hand up between the cleavage to help evaporate some of the perspiration clinging there. She then unfastened the buttons on her shorts, hooking her thumbs in both her shorts and her panties waistbands in order to pull them jointly down around her firm hips.
Stepping out of the rumpled pile of clothing, Susie turned to face herself in the mirror. Satisfied with what she saw, she reached for the top piece of her bikini.
At that moment, the door to the men's side came bursting open; and, two men-neither of them Jim-came rushing towards Susie.
Susie too startled to even scream, immediately smelled the sudden medicinal aroma coming powerful and strong from the piece of folded white cloth which was hurriedly clamped over her nose and her mouth. Bitter fumes burned their way into her delicate sinus and throat membranes.
What was happening? What. . . in.. . the. . . hell . . . was happening?
CHAPTER FIVE
Whatever the dream was-and Susie never would remember-it must have been a dilly. Because it brought Susie to a bolt, upright position, her whole body shaking with bewilderment and fright.
The lone blanket, which had been covering Susie's naked body, fell away, revealing Susie's creamy, full-blown breasts complete with cherry nipples gone all pimply.
Jim would have liked going to her to give comfort, but there was no chance of that. He had a lump the size of a goose egg on the back of his head; and, he was trussed up to a chair like a pig being readied for market.
"Well, it looks as if sleeping beauty is finally coming back to life," Ken Jackson said from his position by the closed door. He was the only other person besides the two victims in the room. He had been watching them both carefully, having seen first Jim and now Susie regain consciousness.
God, that broad was a nice piece! And look at those breasts: so full so creamy, so strawberry-tipped. They were good enough to eat!
Susie quickly realized she was naked, her fuzzy mind playing back most of what had happened in the bathhouse. She reached down and quickly lifted back a piece of the blanket to cover up her naked breasts.
"Who are you?" Susie asked automatically, hearing her voice come out strained and high-pitched as she questioned Ken. She was still slightly nauseous from the chemical they had used to knock her unconscious.
'That's not important," Ken answered, flashing her a wide grin. "What's important is that I know who you are."
"His name is Jackson," Jim said. Jim had ceased his initial struggles to be free and was now calmly trying to somehow undo the knots that had his arms tied behind the chair. Jim had had little success so far; but, that didn't keep him from trying. "Ken Jackson."
"What's he want?" Susie asked, just a bit of the total horror beginning to dawn on her. "What he wants is . . . "
"I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you, big boss' lackey," Ken said, pushing himself away from the door and walking over to where Jim was hog-tied to the chair. "Little boys should only speak when they're spoken to."
"He's one of the coal miners," Jim said, defiantly ignoring Ken's warning.
Ken hit him. Hit him hard with a forceful backhand that almost sent Jim's chair off balance.
"You goddamn bastard!" Jim spat, tasting blood on his lip and feeling a ringing in both ears.
"Maybe next time you'll take my more subtle hints to keep your fucking mouth shut," Ken said and gave a thoroughly nasty laugh.
Seeing how helpless someone like Jim was against Ken only made Susie feel even more helpless than she already had. It all seemed so fantastic, so macabre. There she had been in the bathhouse at her own home, getting ready for a cool swim, and where was she now? Her last thought must have come out verbally; because, why else did Ken Jackson come to answer that very question for her.
"Don't worry your pretty head about where you are," Ken said. "We're someplace where your daddy isn't quickly going to find you unless we send him the road map."
"Where are my clothes?" Susie asked, suddenly deciding that getting something on her besides a blanket was the most important thing at the present. She would then work from there. She blushed suddenly at the thoughts of how those two kidnappers-and how many more?-had seen and ogled her naked body while Susie had been helpless and unconscious. It was obvious, too, that they had surprised Jim while he had been undressing. Jim was naked from the waist up and wasn't wearing any shoes.
"Clothes are something else you don't have to worry about," Ken said, giving another malicious smile. "We're all mighty friendly around here, as you'll soon see."
"I WANT my clothes!" Susie said, deciding that she couldn't afford to act subservient around this bastard, or he might really take advantage of her position.
"People in hell WANT ice water," Ken said, and gave a hearty laugh at his own little joke.
"Get her some clothes for Christ's sake!" Jim said. His voice brought him a really mean stare from Ken. Ken raised his right hand as if he were going to slap Jim a good one, once again. But, he seemed to have second thoughts-for the moment.
"What are you, buster, a fucking queer that you like your girls only if they've got their clothes on?"
Ken asked.
Susie had watched the exchange between the two men. She saw now a wave of unadulterated hate clouding Jim's features. Susie knew that Ken had better watch out if ever Jim got loose, or Ken would soon be made into mincemeat despite his own large size.
"Me now, I like my girls naked," Ken continued. "As a matter-of-fact, there isn't a real woman anywhere who doesn't look better with her clothes off than with them on. And this snooty rich broad is no exception."
"But I'm getting cold," Susie said, hoping that lie might evoke a certain amount of sympathy. She had been mistaken in her hope.
"You need someone to warm you up, is that what you're saying?" Ken asked, giving a wider smile. Susie noticed that he had two large canine teeth just like a dog. He even looked like an animal.
"I'm saying I want my clothes," Susie answered. She didn't like this man. She didn't like being in the same room with him. She certainly didn't like the idea that she was naked, or that he kept looking at her as if she were a prime piece of meat hanging in a butcher shop.
"And, I'm saying, once again, that you don't need any clothes," Ken said, and he walked over to the bed, feeling exceptionally big and powerful as he towered over the helpless young woman. "As a matter-of-fact, I think even that blanket you've got is too damned much. Don't you?"
Ken reached down and took a handful of blanket. He gave a gentle tug.
"Noooooooooo!" Susie squealed, keeping hold. She was afraid Ken was going to yank away what little covering she had left. At the same time, she wished she could blasely let him have it. She was sure he was getting his jollies off by threatening her. If she could have remained calm, cool, and collected, he probably would have soon tired of his little game.
Ken gave another tug, this one harder. A section of the blanket slid free to reveal part of Susie's left leg.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeez, don't," Susie said. All of her resolve to act unfazed by the prospect of her complete baring had gone flying out the window. She didn't know quite the reason, but there was suddenly no prospect quite so horrible as having this man lewdly eyeing her naked body. It didn't help any, either, that Jim was there in the room. While Susie had been quite prepared to expose most of her body to Jim while wearing a bikini, her being completely exposed was something else again.
"Come on, honey," Ken said, giving another playful pull. What was there, though, that told Susie the man wasn't playing at all? "I hear rich little girls like you have all-night parties all of the time where neither you nor your boyfriends wear a stitch of clothing."
"For Christ's sake, leave the girl alone!" Jim spat loudly. "Can't you see she's scared to death."
"AND YOU!" Ken said, turning suddenly and baring his teeth. "KEEP . . . YOUR . . . FUCKING . . . MANAGEMENT-SUCKING . . . MOUTH . . . SHUT!"
Ken let go of the blanket and stomped over to Jim. His large ham-like hand came up and swept forward to an eventual connection with Jim's left jaw. The force of the blow actually caused the chair to tip towards the right. Jim and the chair landed on the floor with a crash.
Ken, his fury still unabated, kicked Jim twice in the side. He then prepared to kick him again.
"Hurt him?" Ken asked, turning back to Susie. "Hurt him, little lady? By rights, I should kill the bastard and you, too."
"Kill us?" Susie asked, pulling the end of the blanket all the way up over her nose and peering at Ken over the edge of it. Up until now, she had somehow never thought anyone was in danger of getting killed. "Why would you kill us?"
"Because you're out to kill us, aren't you?" Ken asked. "You and your boyfriend there."
"He's not my boyfriend!" Susie said, finding that protestation a little ludicrous under the circumstances.
"You know how many hungry men, women, and kids are out there because of you?"
"Because of me?" Susie asked incredulously. How could she be responsible for anything? She had been away to school up until a couple of weeks ago. Oh, why hadn't she gone to Europe with Roger? She just didn't know how to deal with this kind of person.
"Yes, because of you," Ken said. He nodded toward Jim. "And because of him. And especially because of your old man."
"You call my father on the phone," Susie said. "You call him and you help us get away; and, my father will pay you for your efforts. He'll pay a lot of money to get me back."
"You must think a hell of a lot about yourself, honey," Ken said, licking his full lips lewdly. "I myself have seen better stuff walking the streets at two o'clock in the morning. Your old man is probably happy as hell to have you out of his hair."
"No, really," Susie said, figuring that if anything would appeal to this kind of person, it would be money. "He'll make you a rich man. Really he will."
"He's going to pay more than money, honey," Ken said, walking back to the bed and getting a strange satisfaction out of the way Susie cringed away from him. He, also, got a charge from the way Jim Folesom was grunting and groaning on the floor behind him.
Jim, as far as Ken was concerned, deserved just what he was getting, plus a hell of a lot more. Who in the fuck was Jim anyway but a goddamn traitor? Jim certainly had no reason to go around with his holier-than-thou attitude just because Talbot McKnight had taken an interest in Jim's welfare after Jim's old man had gotten killed in that mine explosion. Hell, Ken's old man had gotten killed in the same accident, and Talbot McKnight hadn't paid Ken any attention at all. Helping one kid apparently salved McKnight's conscience.
"Get me my clothes, and we'll both go see daddy," Susie said, knowing that she had to be grabbing at straws if she thought Ken was going to fall for that.
"Honey, when are you going to get it through your head that you don't need any clothes and aren't going to get any?"
"But...."
"But nothing!" Ken interrupted. He grabbed a handful of the blanket and gave a tug that broke one of Susie's fingernails as the blanket came free of her clutching fingers.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" Susie screamed, crossing her arms over her breasts like some Egyptian mummy.
Ken watched Susie shuffling her ass around on the bed, her knees coming up, her arms crossed. He laughed. She looked like a hermit crab scuttling around the beach.
"You'd better keep your dirty hands off me, you animal!" Susie threatened, furious that she was allowing herself to feel so thoroughly vulnerable just because she had been deprived of one silly blanket. "You even think of touching me, and my father will see that you're put away forever."
"Think so?" Ken asked, his lecherous grin still on his face. And he knew that Susie might possibly be right. Anyway, that's the way Linda would have seen it. Linda had told both Ken and Chris that it was important they not harm the girl IN ANY WAY. If they harmed her, according to Linda, they were liable to really get things screwed up. They weren't, after all, kidnappers after a pile of money so they could take the loot, abandon the damaged merchandise, and flee off to South America or somewhere. Hell, no; after this was over, they all had to go back to work for Talbot McKnight, in Talbot McKnight's mine. Getting a strike settlement meant that Talbot got his daughter back-unharmed.
Still, Ken was finding it harder and harder not to just touch the merchandise. After all, how much damage was there to be had in just touching? His hand wasn't his cock, was it? Hell, there was all the difference in the world between the two. Besides, it wasn't like this little girl was still a virgin out to lose her cherry for the first time. There was just no way anyone could tell Ken that Susie was a virgin. No virgin would show up at the picket lines, flaunting her un-brassiered breasts, would she? Oh, no, this little bitch had seen plenty of action. Wasn't it about time she got herself touched by a real man?
"You going to tell me you haven't ever had a little heavy petting, honey?" Ken asked. He sat down on the edge of the bed, noticing as he did so that his cock had gone hard in his pants. He used his right hand to rearrange the lay of his blood-engorged meat. He noticed Susie noticing the movement of his hand. He saw Susie's eyes go wide at the sight of the large bump Ken's hard cock was making in his pants crotch. Ken wondered if this blue-blood cunt-what with all the pimply-faced prep-school jocks she had gone through-had ever really seen a genuine, one-hundred percent man-cock."
"You want to take a peek at the real thing?" Ken asked. His hand, still lingering at his crotch, pressed his pants material so that his cock length was so explicitly outlined that Susie could readily tell that the cock was circumcised.
"Oh . . . you.. . you.. . you . . . " Susie stammered, trying to think of something bad enough to fit the bill.
"It's big, honey," Ken said, giving his cock ridge a lengthy caress that brought his fingers from his cock corona to his cock roots. "I wonder if you've ever seen one as big as mine is."
"You're sick!" Susie said, hearing her voice go breathless. She wondered why it was so difficult for her to pull her eyes away from Ken's groin. Ken's cock certainly did look big. It looked too big to be real.
Susie wondered if Ken didn't just have a sock stuck in there. Some of the kids Susie had known had done that. Yet, Ken's ridge along his left thigh certainly didn't look like a rolled sock. It looked like hard cock all right.
"Come on, honey. Why don't I just pull it out for a look-see? If you're real nice, I could even let you touch it or maybe lick its head."
"Ohhhhhhhh, you are revolting!" Susie said; and, she shivered. Her chills were partly from fear, partly from something else. If she hadn't known it had to be impossible, she would have thought her pussy membranes were leaking large drops of natural lubricant to turn her inner cunt all wet and buttery.
"You had better be damned careful how you treat that girl," Jim said from his awkward position on the floor. Despite his pains, he felt it was his duty to say something. He, after all, had been charged with protecting Susie, hadn't he? And, he had certainly muffed the job. Yes.. . he.. . hod.. . certainly.. . muffed . . . the . . . job. "That girl is your ticket out of here."
"I'm not going to tell your boyfriend too many more times to keep his mouth shut," Ken said. "Why don't you give it a try, honey? Maybe he'll pay more attention to you."
Susie didn't say anything. She scrunched herself up tighter against the wall, her heels tucked up tightly against her cheeky ass.
Quite suddenly, Ken's hands flashed out and clamped in hard on Susie's shoulders.
"I told you to tell your boyfriend to.. . keep.. . his fucking.. . mouth shut," Ken said between gnawing teeth. Inside his pants crotch, his hard cock gave a little jerk and leaked an oozing of pre-seminal juices into his underwear.
Goddamn, her skin was soft!
"You're hurting me!" Susie squealed, wishing she could have ignored the pain.
"Your hurt is going to be nothing compared to what that loud-mouth bastard friend of yours is going to be experiencing the next time he decides to open his mouth."
"You hurt her, buster, and you don't get out of here!" Jim said. He knew he would be just as helpless now against his attacker as he had been before. However, he did feel an undeniable obligation to do all he could for Susie, even if he was tired and helpless.
"Okay, bastard!" Ken said, releasing Susie and moving to leave his position on the bed.
"Noooooo!" Susie screamed, thrashing out with her feet and hitting Ken squarely on his hip. "Leave me alone!"
Ken turned his attention back to Susie who had miraculously rolled her body back up again after having kicked out.
"Feisty little bitch, aren't you?" Ken said, deciding that Susie had far more spirit than he had originally given her credit for. Ken liked a woman with spirit. That was probably why he had gotten involved with Linda Ralston. God knew Ken could have gotten a better looker than Linda; but, Linda had a lot of things going for her that most better-looking broads would have never had.
And, here was little Susie McKnight, the big boss' daughter: one minute cowering like a little baby, the next minute lashing out like a regular vixen.
Both Linda and Chris would probably have really been fit to be tied if they knew what obscenely lewd thoughts were even then filling Ken's mind.
Oh, Ken had certainly had good intentions. But, it had been damned hard living up to them from the beginning, especially since they had busted into that bathhouse and found little Susie McKnight standing there as naked as the day she had been born. Ken's cock had gone hard right off.
Besides, Ken didn't care what either Linda or Chris would say, there was no harm in fooling around just a little. Oh, he probably wouldn't go all the way and fuck her, but there were certainly a few other things which could be done without damaging the merchandise too much. And if Susie enjoyed it, like Ken was sure she would, then Susie probably wouldn't even mention it to her old man when she got out of here. And if Susie didn't mention it, it was highly doubtful that fuck-head Jim Folesom would say anything either.
"So, maybe I won't hurt your friend there," Ken said, moving closer to Susie on the bed . "But that's up to you."
"What do you mean, up to me?" Susie asked suspiciously. If she could have pulled back into a tighter ball, she would have done so.
"I merely mean, since we're all going to be spending some time together, it would be ridiculous for us not to be-you know?-friendly."
"I don't want to be friendly," Susie said, feeling more waves of fear and masochistic excitement spilling through her body. "I want to go home!"
'There's a hell of a lot more to keep you amused here than at home," Ken said, patting his groin.
"You are disgusting!" Susie said.
"And, you're disgusting, too, little lady," Ken said, putting out a hand and running his fingertips along one of Susie's legs. 'To be pretending you don't really want a little fun while you're cooped up here."
"Don't . . . TOUCH ME!" Susie squealed, trying desperately to shrink up into a more compact ball for protection. "Just get me my clothes and my father."
"Be nice, and you just might get some clothes," Ken answered. "After all, we wouldn't want you to catch cold, now would we?"
"Pleeeeez, don't touch me!" Susie begged, trying to get in a couple more good kicks. But this time, Ken was too fast for her. He not only successfully avoided her kicks, but his ham-like hands each grabbed one of Susie's ankles. Ken then pulled hard. Susie's buttocks slid across the mattress. Susie's head banged against the wall and then hit the bed.
Her back now flat on the bed, her ankles clamped tightly by Ken's vise-like fingers, Susie tried desperately to twist to freedom. But as she tried, Susie felt the sudden shock of Ken's hand smacking hard against her cheek. It was the surprise of the blow more than the resulting pain-the latter not really having had time to register-that sent Susie into tears.
"Go ahead and cry, honey," Ken said, "and Ken here will make you feel better.
"You go any further than you already have, you bastard, and you're going to end up finding yourself minus a couple of balls," Jim said, his helpless struggles to get free rattling his overturned chair.
But for once, Ken wasn't really paying much attention to what Jim was or wasn't saying. Ken was simply too engrossed with what he had just spread out on the bed for his perusal.
Susie had done all she could to conceal her naked body. She had her left hand fanning out over her blonde-haired cunt, her right hand cupping her left breast, her right forearm covering her right nipple. She was sobbing, afraid of what was going to happen next.
Susie really couldn't understand why Ken was so intent on humiliating her and embarrassing her. After all, Jim had been right: Talbot wasn't going to be any too happy the way it was; and, he would be furious if he ever found out one of the miners had gotten sexually intimate with his daughter. Ken, as Susie saw it-and apparently as Jim saw it-was only hurting his own cause by doing what he was now doing.
Ken, though, had already sufficiently rationalized his behavior in his own mind, positive that there was no harm really being done. Besides, his own inherent masculine ego told him that there were very few women-Susie McKnight included-who couldn't be made to eventually appreciate his substantial charms. Who knew, maybe Susie McKnight would get so taken by Ken that she would want even more of what he could give her, even after she had been turned loose. Ken could even see himself married to Susie. And Ken could certainly go for the fringe benefits that went with Susie. Ken, after all, had seen enough of the McKnight house and grounds when he'd been there to kidnap Susie to know that he could get used to those luxuries pretty damned fast.
Susie would have been shocked had she known Ken actually thought she could enjoy what he was doing-what he was planning to do. Susie was frankly so ashamed, so embarrassed, so humiliated, she was even then wishing that she could somehow curl up and die. There was just something about the way
Ken's eyes were devouring her which seemed literally obscene.
'That's better," Ken said, noticing with satisfaction that Susie had ceased her silly protests. Susie had obviously come to realize that what Ken was offering her he had had other girls begging for. "Except, there's certainly no point in covering up that sizzling little cunt and beautiful breasts of yours with your hands."
"Pleeeez don't," Susie said as Ken slowly but firmly began to pry her hands away from her hair-fringed cunt and her rosy-nippled breasts.
Susie lay there, sobbing softly as Ken's hands roamed at will over her naked and vulnerable body. He stroked her neck, caressed her throat, fondled the smooth flesh of her shoulders. He cupped her breasts, one to each huge palm, and began kneading and squeezing them.
And, there was nothing Susie could do about it! Nothing!
"You are really going to get it, fucker!" Jim said from the floor. "I mean, you are going to get it!"
And, what was the good ofallJims idle threats? He might as well not have bothered, for all the help it was doing Susie. In fact, things might have been better-they certainly would have been less mortifying for Susie-if Jim hadn't been there at all to witness Susie's being subjected to Ken's degenerate fondling.
"I want you to please stop," Susie said, her voice strained and near breaking. Susie was mortified beyond belief when her nipples went hard and tack-like against Ken's cupping palms.
And, what would the bastard be thinking when he felt Susie's erect nipples? Would he be such a pervert to think Susie was enjoying any of this?
"No, you don't want me to stop," Ken said. Oh, yes, he had felt Susie's stiffening nipples. God, how could he have missed them. They were large and hard. They were as stiff as miniature cock-s.
Ken bent his head over Susie's body. His left hand uncovered Susie's nipple, leaving the strawberry rocket on it launch pad available for Ken's kissing. His tongue lapped, feeling the same hardness his palm had felt before it.
"Stop it . . . stop it . . . stop it," Susie moaned, knowing she was helpless to stop any of this. She was just a victim, a helpless victim, with no longer any control over anything-not even over what happened to her own body.
Ken's touch sent wavering growls of unwanted and unexpected-pass-ion through Susie's naked body. She made a move to push Ken's head away but then thought better of it. What was the point?
What.. . was . . . the . . . point?
So, Susie made no immediate effort to stop Ken's hands as they moved even more freely over her. Susie only jerked slightly as Ken's fingers began softly combing through the curly wisps of Susie's blonde pubic hair.
"Ohhhhhhh, pleeeeeez, stop. Pleeeeeez," Susie whimpered as the tip of Ken's index finger slipped slowly along the tight cleft of Susie's pussy.
By looking down over her mushroomed breasts, down over her flat belly, down between her legs, Susie could see Ken's playful fingers and Ken's salaciously moving lips. But, Susie didn't want to see any of it. She shut her eyes and prayed some miracle would occur to make it all end.
"You sonofabitch . . . you sonofabitch," Jim chanted from the floor, indignant not only because of what Ken was doing to Susie but, also, because Jim's cock was hard as a brick in his pants.
Ken's fingertip, played at the pouting lips of Susie's cunt, getting wet on the girl's leaking cunt juices which were beginning to bubble from the slit.
"Your cunt is getting all nice and juicy, isn't it, honey?" Ken asked. "You know when a woman's cunt gets all hot and oozy that she's excited as hell. And, old Ken here-Ken of the magic fingers-is really turning you on, isn't he?"
"I just want my clothes," Susie said, her eyes still closed. "I just want to go AAAAAGGHHHHHHHRRRR!"
Ken's fingertip had actually penetrated Susie's pussy mouth and touched the throbbing little bud of Susie's clitoris. The result had been a shock-like bolt of electricity exploding through Susie's lower belly.
Ken finally pulled his finger free, smiling as he saw how Susie tried to clamp her thighs together. Ken took his time, knowing he could pry those pretty little legs apart any time he wanted. He was strong. Susie was weak. And besides, Susie wasn't fooling anybody. Ken knew that she was just putting on an act for Jim's benefit. Oh, yes, Ken knew a hot cunt when he saw one. And, this rich bitch was one hell of a sizzler!
Ken brought his finger to his nose. He sniffed, smelling the warm, heady, woman smells. He stuck out his tongue, licking at the juice which had slicked his finger. A slightly oily taste spread to his taste buds. Ken licked some more. Like a potent aphrodisiac, the flavors lingered, flowed with his spit down into his belly whenever he swallowed. They made Ken hot: hotter than he already had been.
Ken pulled Susie's thighs roughly apart. If Susie tasted so good on his finger, how would she taste pressed directly against his sucking lips? And, how would Ken feel once he was siphoning up more of Susie's luscious juices?
Susie felt Ken's hot breath on her loins. Her eyes immediately popped open when the young woman realized what Ken was about. She couldn't believe it, even when she saw his head poised ready between her legs. He was actually contemplating putting his lewd tongue where his fingers had been. He was going to put his foul mouth to her pussy.
"DON'T DO THAT! DON'T DO THAT!" Susie screamed. She wouldn't let him do it. She simply wouldn't let him to it. Not that! CHRIST, NOT THAT!
So, Susie was suddenly once more struggling. And, for a moment, her surprise resistance caught Ken completely off guard. Ken had completely convinced himself by that time that he had Susie right where he wanted her. And not this! What the fuck was wrong with this broad? Maybe she had just been having too good of a time. Yea, that was it. She wanted to put up a little show for Jim Folesom's benefit. Ken supposed it just wouldn't have looked good to Jim if Susie had just laid there and let Ken's tongue had at her cunt without even a token protest.
Susie thrashed about, trying her best to get away. But Ken was big, and he was strong, and he was in the dominant position. Besides, Susie had always known she had no chance whatsoever of winning. So, she wasn't surprised when, finally exhausted, she was completely overpowered.
Susie went utterly limp, laying back on the bed, unresisting. She shut her eyes after first seeing how Ken's lust-filled eyes were burning a hole in the hole between her lewdly splayed thighs.
Oh, God, she had tried, hadn't she? What more could she possibly do? What more?
"Good show, honey," Ken said. He had really been excited by the struggle. At times, Susie had somehow made it seem as if she really did want to escape. And, that had made it better yet for Ken. Even Jim would have been convinced. If Ken hadn't known better, he sure as hell would have been certain Susie didn't want his head buried between her legs.
But, then, Ken did know better, didn't he?
Ken opened his hands against the flesh of Susie's inner thighs. His thumbs hooked into the young woman's crotch, exerting an outward pressure that caused Susie's hair-fringed cunt mouth to come wetly apart. The space between the open cunt-al lips was strung with sticky strings of cunt juice. The flower-pink skin of the inner pussy was made even pinker by the moisture.
"Oh, my God, my God," Susie moaned, wondering if her voice could ever portray the shame she was feeling at that minute.
"Lovely," Ken said, paying no attention to what Susie was saying. Whatever Susie mumbled, they were just words. Ken had himself convinced that Susie would have been singing a quite different tune if only Jim hadn't been in the room with them.
Ken bowed his face into the vee of Susie's spread crotch. Simultaneously, his tongue was stuck out.
"Ooooooooo!" Susie cried out as lewd and deliciously obscene sensations raced through her whole body. An uncontrollable reaction to the all-consuming tingling was the sudden way Susie's legs jerked wider apart. The young woman's toes pointed.
Ken's thick tongue wiped Susie's thin, narrow pussy fissure, probing, exploring, darting in to again and again locate Susie's erect clitoris. Each time Ken's tongue found the budded bundle of nerve ends, Ken licked voraciously, eagerly subjecting Susie's body to unquestioning pleasure.
"Pleeeeez . . . stop . . . stop," Susie whined in agonized ecstasy, humiliated that she was experiencing wicked delight as a result of this wanton attack on her body.
All at once, Ken's hungry mouth closed in around the hardened clitoral bud that so strained against the whipping of his flicking tongue. Breathing heavily with his mad pass-ion, Ken began a hearty sucking of the small nub. He burrowed his face deeper into Susie's helplessly splayed crotch. His teeth gave a series of tiny, gnawing nips at the tender teat of hard flesh.
"Oh, sweet God, stop him! STOP HIM!" Susie cried out, her body alive with the torturous pleasure that Ken's mouth was then giving her.
Susie arched her back. She struggled, hoping one last time to succeed where she had failed before.
But Ken held Susie with his hands. And, Ken held Susie with his mouth. And, there was really nothing Susie could do but give a gargled groan of total despair and unwanted desire as she slumped back against the bed.
Ken just kept right on with his maddening licking of Susie's pussy mouth. His tongue darted in and out of Susie's saliva-and-juice-drenched pussy cavity. His tongue flicked out to lave the soft folds of Susie's cunt flesh.
Then, hooking the backs of Susie's knees with his arms, Ken lifted Susie's legs, licking from the young woman's juicy cunt down between the smooth twin cheeks of Susie's nakedly upturned ass.
Ken could tell that Susie was hot. Oh, yes, he could tell all right. Susie was hot! And Ken's tongue had made this rich bitch almost ready for the feel of bigger and better things up her cunt than just Ken's tongue. But first, Ken would take Susie those last few inches she needed to go before her guts began creaming from the workout of Ken's tongue.
Ken licked back to Susie's pussy, fastening his mouth once again around the hair-covered mons like a leech at feeding time. He sucked, savoring the deluge of hot, oily girl-woman juices Susie fed him. He battered Susie's clitoris with his tongue, working it over like a boxer would use a punching bag.
Ken's tongue thrust again and again, feeling Susie's clitoral throbbing as the young woman lurched pell-mell toward orgasm.
Susie jerked and spasmed helplessly. More wet and sticky fluids gushed from the walls of Susie's orally molested pussy. Then, suddenly, while Susie hopelessly fought against it, the girl's body was wracked with trembling shudders. She began to writhe.
Susie locked her legs around Ken's head, holding the man's face tightly anchored against her juicy cunt. Susie's hips bucked upward, grinding her blonde pubic hair into Ken's nose, his cheeks, and his chin.
And Ken's mouth rode Susie's heaving saddle, never once turning loose of his prize. Ken sucked, continued sucking, releasing his suction only when Susie's body had ended its spasms and had gone limp once more on the bed.
Oh, Susie was ripe for cock now! Ken just knew she was ready. He'd get very little protest if any when he stuffed her juice-sopped cunt with his hard, meaty cock.
Ken hurriedly went to his knees between Susie's open thighs, triumphantly eyeing Susie's awaiting cunt mouth. Ken took his cock quickly out of his pants and leaned to guide his pulpy cock-head between Susie's lewdly splayed legs. His drooling cock corona added more juices to the long golden strands of pubic hair that fringed the lips of Susie's sizzling pussy.
"Ugh!" Susie groaned, her breath catching deep inside of her throat as she felt herself possessed of agonizing guilt and irrepressible desire. She fought to control the delicious spasms that were making her body crave the feel of hard, hot cock stuffed up Susie's vaginal crevice. She knew that what Ken was planning to do to her body was the vilest of rapes, but she just couldn't help herself. Rape or no rape, Susie somehow needed the feel of Ken's cock inside of her.
"Oh, God, help me!" Susie groaned, defenseless against Ken's blood-engorged stiffness which was even then preparing to skewer her alive.
Oh, she was lost . . . lost . . . lost! There was no longer anything she could do to prevent her further brutal ravagement.
CHAPTER SIX
"Ken, for Christ's sake!" Linda Ralston screamed from the doorway.
And, judging from the glass-y stare Ken was turning toward her, Linda was glad that Chris Moore was with her.
"Chris, pull that silly bastard off that girl before he spoils everything for us all!"
"She wants it! She wants it!" Ken said loudly, already knowing that Linda and Chris were out to thwart his ramming of hard cock up Susie's awaiting pussy.
Well, by God, he'd show them. He had come this far along and didn't intend to be frustrated now.
Even as Chris was rushing across the room, Ken's hips were driving downward. He would have succeeded in spearing Susie's hair-fringed cavity with his blood-engorged stiffness, too, if Susie had remained stationary. But Susie, somehow sensing help had arrived, regained enough of her senses to twist her cunt out of the line of fire just in the nick of time.
Ken's pulpy cock corona just missed Susie's vagina. His rubbery glans flattened into the hair on Susie's crotch, mashing against the outer mons and then deflecting along Susie's stomach. Before Ken could realign it, Chris was on him: huge, ham-like hands taking hold of Ken's shoulders and giving a hefty pull.
"Don't be an ass, Ken!" Chris said. The force of his tugging brought Ken up and off the bed.
Ken whirled to give immediate battle. Damn it, he needed that cunt! His cock needed that cunt. Who in the hell were these people to try and keep him from it?
It wasn't only Chris, though, who Ken had turned to face. And, it wasn't Chris who hit him.
Linda Ralston hauled off and let Ken's left cheek have the full force of her open right hand. The sound of flesh colliding with flesh resounded loudly in the room.
"Come to your senses, you goddamn nutty bastard!" Linda screamed. Her face was red with anger. She got even more furious when she thought of what might have happened if she and Chris had been just a few seconds later.
Ken, the shit, would have blown it all just for the feel of this rich bitch's cunt wrapped like a bun around Ken's fat hot dog.
Linda hit Ken again. Ken then moved as if to take after her; but, Chris was there to step in the way.
"Okay, both of you calm down!" Chris commanded, placing a restraining hand on Ken's chest.
"Did you see what that bastard was going to try?" Linda asked. "Did you see?"
Yea, Chris had seen all right. And, he could feel the pain poor Ken must now be feeling in his large bloated balls for having been kept from it. Ken hadn't been doing anything more or less than Chris would have liked to do since he had first seen little Miss McKnight naked in that bathhouse. And, Chris probably had better reason to degrade and humiliate that rich cunt than Ken did. However, that didn't mean that Chris was going to side now with Ken. Hell, no! Linda was right. This shit could have really screwed up things royally. And, things up to this moment had been progressing so beautifully.
"She wanted me to fuck her!" Ken screamed loudly. "She wanted me to. Go ahead, ask her. Ask her if she didn't want it."
"I can tell how much she wanted it just by looking at her," Linda said, giving Ken a disgusted look that was almost like another slap to his face.
Susie had rolled up into another ball on the bed, her arms wrapping her legs, her face buried between her lifted knees. She was crying uncontrollably. She cried from shame and mortification. She cried for what she had been forced to endure. She cried from relief at being miraculously rescued at the last minute. She cried because she had been so weak that Ken had actually somehow had her believing she wanted the cock he had been trying to force-feed her. It was probably this last reason which brought on the most tears of all.
Linda brushed past Ken as if he weren't even there, going over to the bed.
"Did he fuck you, baby?" Linda asked. How did she know, after all, that she and Chris had arrived in time. For all she knew, Ken might have been merely going for seconds when she and Chris had walked in. The fact that Ken's cock was rock hard didn't mean that it hadn't been used a few times already. Linda knew from personal experience that Ken had one of those cock-s that wasn't wasted after just one or two successive fuckings.
Susie kept right on crying. But Linda wanted an answer, and she wasn't about to wait for the histrionics to end of their own accord before she got one. She reached out, taking a handful of Susie's tousled blonde hair, tugging to bring Susie's tear-stained face upward.
"I asked you a question. I want an answer. Now!"
"No, he didn't fuck her!" Jim said, his chair still overturned in the center of the floor. "And no thanks to you! You should have never left that sex fiend here with her alone in the first place."
"Let me at that bastard!" Ken screamed, seemingly quite prepared to vent his total rage on Jim, since no other outlet presently seemed open to him.
Chris held off Ken's proposed advance toward Jim -but only barely. Simultaneously, Chris looked to Linda for further instruction.
"Ken, for Christ's sake, quit acting like a mad bull in heat!" Linda commanded, satisfied when Ken stopped his efforts to get by Chris to Jim.
Now that Linda had realized they had been in time, she wasn't quite so prepared to panic. It could all be salvaged-ALL OF IT-if she just got everyone calmed down and under control. By the looks of the frustrated Ken, getting him calmed down was going to be easier said than done.
"Chris, get that bastard's chair in an upright position, and try to get the girl calmed down," Linda said. She took hold of Ken's arm, her fingernails sinking in deep so that Ken would feel them. "Ken, you bring your ass into the other room with me. I want to talk to you."
Ken, feeling suddenly very much like a chastised little child, followed along reluctantly.
When Linda had Ken in the other room, she slammed the door shut behind them.
"Do you know what you were doing in there?" Linda asked.
"Yea, I was trying to fuck a broad's cunt," Ken said facetiously. He was trying to get his cock back into his pants fly, but he wasn't having much success. His cock was still too stiff.
"Quit playing with yourself and listen to me!" Linda said, slapping at Ken's hand as if she were his mother and had caught him playing pocket pool. "Do you know what you were doing? And, don't tell me again that you were just trying to fuck a broad. Because, Susie McKnight isn't just any broad. She's Talbot McKnight's daughter. And if the old man ever found out his daughter got poked by your cock-no matter what promises he had made before-he would have come down on us all like a two-ton pile of shit."
"She wanted it, Linda," Ken insisted, thinking he was finally getting back to normal. He just wished he could get his blood-hardened stiffness back into his pants. Ken felt somehow at a disadvantage with his lust-bloated penis jutting upward and outward from his crotch.
"So, maybe she did want it," Linda said. "Maybe she even told you she wanted it. But, what do you think she was going to tell daddy if he found out? And, don't be ass enough to think Talbot wouldn't get it out of her eventually. He would have. And, if you think she was going to say, 'But daddy, I asked him to fuck me,' you're crazier than I thought. She would say you forced her into doing it. You know why? Because, no one like Susie McKnight is ever supposed to want her blue-blood cunt plugged by mongrel cock like yours."
"She wanted it," Ken said once again, stubbornly sticking to his story that he had been doing absolutely nothing wrong. He'd said it so often, he had actually come to believe it himself. Because if Susie hadn't said it verbally, Ken was convinced she had, deep inside, wanted his cock anyway.
Linda felt like slapping him again. Jesus, he was an ass hole! Linda made a mental note to never-NEVER-leave Ken alone with Susie McKnight again. Linda had too much at stake here to have it go sour just because some egotistical Don Juan thought he was irresistible to every girl he met.
"Well, thank God, it's all turned out all right," Linda said. And, she didn't miss Ken's pout which told her things had not turned out quite the way Ken might have wished them. "And, as far as that hard cock of yours is concerned, I can take care of it just as easily as that inexperienced little rich kid could have done."
"Don't, feel you have to do me any big favors," Ken said sarcastically. However, he didn't stop Linda when she stepped closer and reached out a hand for his up-jutting turgidness. Ken certainly didn't stop her when she sank down to her knees in front of him.
"I'm not doing you any big favor," Linda said, holding Ken's cock so that her breath blew hot across the top of his pulpy cock corona. "I'm doing me the big favor."
Ken wished he had the power to just pull his cock away and tell Linda to bug off; but, he did need his sore, cum-swollen balls drained. If he didn't get some kind of relief, he'd come away from here with one very bad case of blue balls. And, he hadn't suffered from that particular malady since he had been stupid enough to think that a woman really didn't want to get fucked every time she said she didn't want to be.
"I'm sorry we had to pull you off in there, honey," Linda said, giving Ken's stiff meatiness a languid stroke that made his clear pre-seminal juices tear within the pouting of his pink cock eye.
Ken didn't think anyone could be more sorry than he was. He had been so . . . so . . . so close. He had almost had Susie pinned. Thinking just how close he had been made his cock give a violent pulsing within Linda's fisting fingers.
Linda bowed over Ken's cock and quickly, easily sucked up his cock head. She wasted little time in going for the rest of Ken's rigid meatiness. After all, this was one time when she could have found plenty of other things to be doing. Talbot McKnight's daughter wasn't going to get returned to her father without a good deal of careful planning.
Ken was just as anxious to get an orgasm as Linda was to get him one. He knew he wouldn't be thinking too straight about much of anything until he got a release from those tensions which had been building inside of him and which were now as tight as an over-wound clock spring.
Ken gave a sudden, sharp bucking motion that rammed himself the rest of the way into the back of Linda's throat.
When Ken arched his back and began pulling his cock back out to its thick head, Linda's roundly ovaled lips held to the exiting cock shaft, feeling Ken's turgid cock coming to a sudden stop with only its cock corona once again enlodged within Linda's mouth.
Ken put his hands on Linda's head, fucking his hips forward. A few strands of the light-colored pubic hair that bushed out of Ken's trouser fly around the base of his firmly-rooted cock base tickled Linda's nose.
Ken quickly took up fucking Linda's mouth. In and out, in and out. His balls swung forward and whacked against Linda's chin, and swung away as Ken's hips drew his cock free once more to his fat, rubbery cock head.
Linda wrapped her hands around to the back of Ken's thighs, moving them so that they could cup Ken's ass cheeks.
Ken could literally feel his boiling sperm filling up the big testicles in his compacting scrotum. His loins ached with the excruciating pleasure of having his cock ramming in and out of Linda's sucking mouth.
Ken shut his eyes. If he couldn't have Susie's cunt in reality, then, by God, nothing was going to prevent him from pretending he was fucking it now. Behind his closed lids, Ken could have imagined Linda's warm mouth cavity as being most anything. He chose to imagine it as being Susie's clutching cunt.
He was fucking Susie McKnight's cunt. And, Susie wanted more of his cock. She wanted it so badly, she was begging him to fuck her even deeper.
"Want more, don't you, bitch?" Ken asked. And if Linda thought he was talking to her, she was mistaken. Ken was talking to Susie; because, in his mind, it was Susie's hot, sizzling pussy and not Linda's face that Ken was fucking. "Yea, you want it. I knew you would. Yea, baby, I could tell. Ken here can always tell when a bitch is all hot for the feel of his pumping cock."
Linda's mouth held tighter and tighter, moving up and down, her tongue busy manipulating Ken's turgid meatiness. She sucked Ken's cock down. She released most of it. She teased it. She used her expertise to give Ken what he wanted. Because Linda wanted it, too.
Ken was simply too stimulated, Linda too good at what she was doing, for Ken to hold off his eruption too long. As a matter-of-fact, it was in no time at all that Ken found he couldn't bear his ecstasy any longer.
"Oh, baby . . . sweet . . . sweet baby," Ken mumbled, his fucking cadence taking up speed.
Linda felt the familiar expansion of Ken's cock that always signaled the man's moment was at hand.
"Ughhhhh . . . ughhhhhhh . . . ooooeeeeiiiiiii . . . ahhhhhhh!" Ken gasped as his pass-ion swelled to completely consume him.
Hot fluid spurts of thickly wet cum exited Ken's cock in wide arcs, gushing into the back of Linda's throat, clinging there until contractions of Linda's throat muscles sucked Ken's sperm away.
Linda gulped to keep from choking.
Jesus, but Ken had saved up one hell of a load for that McKnight bitch!
Linda sucked, swallowed, siphoned up the churning semen that flooded into her. She groaned out a pleasure that wasn't completely simulated for Ken's benefit.
Beneath her clutching fingers, Linda felt Ken's ass buns dimpling in response to each new jettisoning of more creamy white cum into Linda's hungry mouth.
Linda fought valiantly to take every drop of the pungent liquid that Ken was spurting into her mouth. Linda's tongue was busy licking, not only at Ken's pulsing cock head, but at the drops of cum which insisted on trickling from the corners of her lips.
"Beautiful," Ken groaned, his hips continuing to grind into Linda's face. "Beautiful . . . beautiful-beautiful!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
The restaurant was one of those small, unobtrusive spots that boasted of excellent service and employees who could keep their mouths shut. It was on those two things that El Torro Blanco had built its reputation for catering to those people who wanted someplace where they could dine occasionally without having to constantly worry that they were going to be bothered and/or recognized. The booths were separated, bathed in so little light as to be called no light at all.
Coming in from the glaring afternoon sun, Linda was so plunged into the apparently absolute blackness that she followed the maitre d' mainly by instinct. She was right on top of the booth containing Talbot McKnight before she saw either the booth or the man sitting in it.
"Your eyes will adjust in a moment, Miss . . . "
"Ralston," Linda filled in for Talbot.
"Yes.. . Miss Ralston," Talbot said, having known her name all along. He had merely been testing to see if the woman had made some kind of monstrous faux pas over the telephone when she had correctly identified herself. Talbot had, after the call, immediately had Linda Ralston checked out. He had been exceedingly surprised to find that such a woman did exist. A picture, supplied by Talbot's people-God only knowing where they had so quickly managed to get it-did indeed show that this woman now opposite him was Linda Ralston, albeit a decidedly older one than the photograph had portrayed.
Talbot eyed his companion carefully, surprised that she certainly didn't look the part of a coal miner's daughter or a coal miner's wife-the latter role which she had apparently played twice. She had even had the good sense to wear a simple black dress which was nothing like the hausfrau day dress Talbot had been expecting. As a matter-of-fact, after Talbot had chosen this restaurant as their meeting place, he had been a bit worried that maybe it would turn out to be a might too class-y for the woman who was scheduled to meet him. He was pleased to see that he had been wrong on that count.
While Linda had obviously had less than an easy time of it during the course of her life, she had nothing that a few sessions of plastic surgery wouldn't take care of. Talbot wondered if that was something Linda had in mind to do with a bit of the money she obviously had hopes of extorting from him.
"I've taken the liberty of ordering us both martinis," Talbot said, his eyes-still more adjusted to the darkness than were Linda's-remaining focused on the woman. "If you'd rather have something a little stronger, that can easily be arranged."
"No, martinis are fine."
Talbot watched Linda glancing nervously around the room. And, the woman had every reason in the world to be nervous. Kidnapping was a serious offense. Talbot might very well have brought along the police. As a matter-of-fact, he had originally thought that Linda's allowing him to pick the spot of their meeting had been another inept blunder by a novice, like the giving of her real name. Talbot, though, suddenly wasn't quite so sure anymore. If Linda had been honest on all those points, then maybe she was who she really said she was: someone who truly wanted to help Talbot get his daughter back safe and unharmed.
"You know, Miss Ralston, my lawyer said I should have never agreed to this meeting," Talbot said, watching to make sure that the drinks didn't arrive at the table in the middle of any private conversation.
"I told you explicitly not to tell.. . "
"The police," Talbot said in interruption. "It would have only caused more talk if Talbot McKnight had simply disappeared from view without telling anybody, especially if it got out his daughter was missing."
"But you didn't tell the police?" Linda asked nervously.
"I'm hoping that my not having done so doesn't turn out to be a big mistake. I.. . " Talbot stopped, raising a hand for temporary silence.
A waiter, so quiet he startled Linda when he put her drink on the table, had appeared suddenly out of nowhere. Just as suddenly, his task completed, he was gone.
"I'm sincerely hoping that you've come prepared to be equally honest and truthful with me," Talbot said. "You said you know where my daughter is being held captive?"
"Yes."
"But you haven't yet told me how much you think your information is worth."
"I'd gladly give it to you free of charge if I thought my life would be worth a plug nickel after you or the police turned up suddenly to rescue your daughter,"
Linda said. It was no problem acting nervous. She was nervous. "But I've at least got to get enough money out of this so that I can move somewhere else and get a new start. The Union has a long arm."
'The Miners' Union?" Talbot asked curiously. He had talked already with Charles Jacobs, the Union boss. He had known Charles for years; and, while it was only natural that their positions brought them continually into vehement face-to-face confrontations, Talbot had always known Charles to be as honest a man as the Union position allowed him to be. Talbot knew that power corrupted; but, when Charles had told him straight to his face that the Union had nothing whatsoever to do with Susie's kidnapping, Talbot had believed him.
"Who else would want your daughter as a bargaining tool?" Linda asked, sipping her drink and appreciating the strong taste of the gin as it burned its way down to her stomach.
"Charles Jacobs-you do know Charles Jacobs?-says the Union isn't responsible. And, except for conjecture and your say so-the, latter which has me wondering about your information source-I've no real proof to verify Union involvement."
"If the kidnappers aren't Union-connected, then why would their demands call for you to concede to all the Union demands and settle the strike immediately?"
"If you have seen such demands, you have seen more than I have," Talbot said, fingering the martini glass-but not taking a drink from it. "All I've gotten is a short note telling me that Susie has been kidnapped and to stand by for further instructions without notifying the police."
"You're scheduled to receive their more detailed demands later today," Linda said, feeling a bit more confident now that her drink was almost gone.
"You seem exceptionally well informed on the matter," Talbot said, taking his olive and its toothpick from his glass and eating the former.
'They trust me," Linda said. "If they knew I was here now, they'd kill me. If they ever find out I was the one who betrayed them, even after you have your daughter back safely, they, or their friends, would hurt me bad. That reason-and only that reason-is why I'm forced to make an exchange of information for cash in this matter."
"Just how much cash are we talking about, Miss Ralston?" Talbot asked. He knew Linda would soon be bringing the conversation back to the money-and she had.
"I don't really know," Linda said, acting as if she really hadn't given the matter long hours of thought. "I was thinking that maybe you would be the best one to come up with a suggested figure."
"Me?" Talbot asked curiously. The woman certainly had a strange way of going about her extortion plan. Or, was it merely all a clever charade to make her appear as if she-like Talbot's daughter-was really nothing more than a victim of the particular circumstances?
"How much is your daughter worth to you, back safe and sound?" Linda asked. She finished off the last of her drink and wondered what the odds were in favor of her getting another one. Almost simultaneous with those thoughts, she decided she needed a clear head and even the one martini had probably been one too many.
Talbot looked at Linda with even greater respect for her having gotten him in a position of having to place a dollar value on his daughter's life. Too high a price, and he was only robbing his own bankroll. Too low, and he would look as if his daughter really didn't mean much to him after all.
"I would, of course, be willing to part with all I have to get Susie back safely," Talbot said, rushing on before Linda could assume he was actually prepared to do just that. "However, we must be practical. I'm sure you, out to do a good deed, certainly wouldn't expect me to have to file bankruptcy because of it. And any huge sums of cash are almost impossible to come up with on such short notice. And, I am assuming that we're not talking about weeks and months here. After all, every day my daughter is under the adverse conditions she is now under is obviously going to be detrimentally and physically-to her health. I am, by the way, assuming that my daughter is safe and has been harmed in . . . NO . . . way."
"You mean, you hope she hasn't been sexually molested?" Linda asked, thanking her lucky stars she could answer truthfully that Susie hadn't been raped.
"Exactly. I'm afraid if she has been harmed in that or any other way, I would have very little alternative but to bring the police in on the matter."
"No, she hasn't been raped. I personally vouch for that."
"I can have her examined by a physician when she is safe," Talbot said, rolling his martini glass between his open palms. "If I find you've been lying, it will be an easy matter to trace you. And what I could have done to you would make the Union boys' vengeance look like mere child's play."
"Your daughter is perfectly safe," Linda said, feeling the chills racing up and down her spine.
"Then, what would you say to twenty-five thousand? Cash. Any time after tomorrow morning when the banks open for business."
Linda bit her lower lip. Twenty-five thousand was an awful lot; but, she had really been hoping for more. After all, kidnappers nowadays demanded millions and got them. However, after they got the money, they were branded fugitives for life. If Linda played her cards right, she could take this money and live free and clear, no one to hassle her.
"I'm afraid I'm a little embarrassed," Linda said, deciding to try and up the ante if she could. If she couldn't, then twenty-five thousand would simply have to do. "My situation makes it my moral responsibility not to ask for more than I need. But, as I've already told you, I have to make a completely new start on what you give me, and . . . "
"Does fifty thousand sound better?" Talbot asked. He could almost see Linda eyes light up with greed. Still, even fifty thousand was peanuts to what Talbot had been expecting to have to put out.
"Yes, that does sound quite fair," Linda said. Talbot had upped his offer so quickly, Linda was really tempted to get him to go even higher. But, she decided not to. It was imperative for her later enjoyment of the money that Talbot think she was no way involved in the kidnapping itself. "There is, though, one other little matter."
"Ah?" Talbot said, knowing he wasn't going to get off quite as easily as he had been led to believe up until this moment.
"If the kidnappers are taken, and if you should decide to hand them over to the police instead of-ah-handling the matter yourself, they're liable to try and implicate me in this whole nasty affair."
"And you'd like me to assure you immunity from any prosecution?"
'They would be lying, of course; but, they're very vindictive people. If they even had the vaguest notion that I had betrayed them, they'd implicate me just to get back at me."
"If that's your second and last request, then I see no problem," Talbot said, breathing a secret sigh of relief. He had been expecting something much worse.
"I have your word on that?"
"If I get my daughter back safely for the fifty-thousand dollars, without other demands cropping up suddenly along the way that you haven't yet told me about, then yes you have my word."
"Shall we meet again tomorrow afternoon, say around six? You did say there would be no problem in getting the money by then?"
"You couldn't tell me where my daughter is now and let me pay you tomorrow?" Talbot asked slyly.
But Linda was hardly stupid enough to rise for that bait. As a matter-of-fact, she didn't even deign answer it at all. She merely scooted out of the booth and turned back to Talbot who had remained seated.
'Tomorrow then?" Linda asked, hardly believing that she was successfully going to pull this all off yet.
"Yes, at six," Talbot said. He watched Linda head for the door. He motioned to the waiter to bring him another drink, draining the martini glass in front of him.
Linda exited through the revolving doors, turned right, and headed toward the lot where she had parked her car. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She could feel the thump, thump, thump of a vein in her forehead. Her skin was cold and clammy; yet, she felt rivulets of sweat running beneath her arms and within the cleavage separating her full-blown breasts.
Fifty-thousand dollars. All hers! Free and clear. And, she would get so far away with it that neither Chris nor Ken would ever be able to find her-even when they both got out of jail. If they ewer got as far as jail; since, Linda had no doubts but that Talbot's money could buy him more permanent vengeance on Chris and Ken than a jail sentence that had a chance of parole offered. And, Linda could only wish that Talbot would opt for the latter alternative. It would certainly have solved the last of Linda's problems, sewing everything up in a nice little bow.
Linda had been so engrossed in her own thoughts, she hadn't noticed the car that had moved over to the curb and was moving up fast behind her. There was no missing, though, the man who suddenly stepped out in front of her and showed her the gun he had in his pocket.
"Get into the car, Miss Ralston, and nobody will get hurt."
The car pulled up beside them, stopped; and, the back door came open.
"The bastard, McKnight!" Linda exclaimed vindictively.
"I wouldn't blame him," the man with the gun said, crawling in beside Linda and pulling the door shut behind him. "It's Charles Jacobs who wants to see you."
Oh, my God; and, what did the Miners' Union boss want with her?
CHAPTER EIGHT
What Charles Jacobs wanted was information on the whereabouts of Susie McKnight. And something told him that Linda Ralston could give him just the information he needed. The fact that she had just rendezvoused with the kidnapped girl's father in a secluded little restaurant only confirmed Charles' suspicions; although, Charles had initially sent his men to pick Linda up without knowing of Linda's planned meeting with McKnight at El Torro Blanco.
Charles' suspicions had arisen almost immediately upon learning of the McKnight girl's kidnapping. There had been rumors going around for ages that some of the men in the ranks had actually taken the idea into serious consideration. Charles had tried to stymie any such move on several different occasions. As much as he would have liked bringing the present strike to a quick ending that satisfied all of his union members, a kidnapping would have brought in the Federal Government. And, once the Federal Government started investigating a kidnapping in which the Union was possibly involved, then it was only a short step to investigating a few other things-like the Union books. There was just no way Charles Jacobs, or any other Union bigwig, wanted the FBI nosing around certain Union activities that had nothing whatsoever to do with the strike in progress.
But, despite warnings Charles had sent down from on high, some idiot had kidnapped the McKnight brat anyway. And, Charles Jacobs was just as anxious to find out the culprit as was the girl's father. So far, Talbot hadn't gone to the police or the FBI. But, Charles couldn't expect that piece of good luck to go indefinitely. Talbot, although he had yet to receive the kidnapper's demands, had told Charles Jacobs straight out that he believed there was Union involvement.
Charles Jacobs had sent out feelers, letting it be known that he expected answers. If any mine member belonging to the Union had decided to take matters into his own hands and grab the McKnight girl, Charles wanted to know about it-AND FAST.
Charles' men had come up with two names: Ken Jackson and Chris Moore. Both men had been involved in heated arguments over the pros and cons of kidnapping the girl. Both men had dropped out of sight right along with Susie McKnight. If that didn't tell Charles something, then nothing did!
Someone said a woman by the name of Linda Ralston had been living with Ken Jackson. Charles had sent out word to bring the Ralston woman in for a little "gab session."
"Do sit down, Miss Ralston," Charles said, puffing obscenely on a large, fat cigar.. Tin very interested in hearing just what you and Talbot McKnight seem to have in common to talk about."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Linda said, giving a nervous laugh.
"I said, SIT DOWN!" Charles yelled, knowing that his booming bass voice could put the fear into grown men let alone one silly woman.
Linda Ralston sat down.
CHAPTER NINE
Chris, without even asking, knew what Ken was thinking. There was no missing the vibes. And, then Ken, every few seconds, would move his right hand to his crotch to adjust or stroke the obviously hard cock inside of his pants. Ken had been doing that, licking lips in accompaniment, ever since he'd returned from mailing the ransom demands. All the while, he kept looking at Susie McKnight who remained naked on the bed except for her lone blanket.
Chris watched Susie, and Ken, and Jim-the latter still tied securely to the chair. And Chris kept wondering-like Ken was wondering-how it would feel to get his broad blood-engorged cock rammed up Susie McKnight's tight and hair-fringed cunt.
Chris, after all, figured if Susie owed anyone a fuck, she certainly owed him one. Because of Talbot McKnight's refusal to settle the damned strike, Chris' wife had just picked up her bags and walked out on her husband. Chris didn't even know where she'd gone. He had called her parents; and, they insisted Peggy hadn't come home. But Chris figured that was exactly where Peggy had gone. Peggy's parents had never liked Chris anyway. They had higher aspirations for their daughter than just being the spouse of a coal miner.
Chris, of course, blamed the fact that his wife had left to there being no money coming in because of the strike. Peggy had liked spending money; and, while Chris had been working, there had seemed to be enough to satisfy her-especially since there had been no kids. When the money had run out, though, so had Peggy. In a way, Chris had had to settle for fucking his fist. There wasn't enough money for him to even get a good whore for an evening. Yes, by God, he wished he could yank out his cock right now, walk on over to that bed, and really put his stiff meat to that rich bitch's squirming cunt! Chris had enough cum bulging his nuts to fill a couple quart jars.
"Where do you suppose Linda is?" Chris asked, hoping to get his mind off both Susie and the hard cock aching inside his pants.
Ken shrugged. It was obvious his mind was occupied elsewhere than on Linda. As if to verify that, he looked up at Chris.
"Are you as anxious to fuck this bitch as I am?" Ken asked, his hand back on his crotch, rubbing the obvious huge bulge formed by his rock-hard meatiness.
"What we want, and what we do, are two different things, aren't they?" Chris asked. Linda had made it quite clear that their only chance of getting the strike settled amiably was to make sure the girl stayed safe.
"Why shouldn't we screw her?" Ken asked. "I want it. You want it. She wants it."
"Please don't try anything, Ken," Chris said. He had no desire to get into any knock-down drag-out fight with Ken just to protect Susie McKnight's cunt from ravagement. "We've been all over this with Linda. We screw the girl, and we screw up everything else in the same cock strokes."
"Oh, yea, well what would you say if I told you I didn't mail the ransom demands like you thought I did?" Ken asked, giving Chris a conspiratorial grin.
"You're kidding! Why wouldn't you have mailed them?"
"Because, I got to thinking that we were going at this all wrong," Ken said. "We're all a bunch of ignorant shits!"
"How do you figure that?" Chris asked cautiously. He knew that whatever Ken now said, it was all going to be geared toward one thing: getting his thick cock buried in Susie McKnight's tempting pussy. Chris told himself not to get sucked into any of Ken's schemes. Linda had explained to them both the importance of keeping their combined hands off Susie McKnight.
"We're kidnappers, you know?" Ken said. He had been thinking this all out. Now all he had to do was convince Chris. He had been going to wait until Linda got back, convincing them both at the same time; but, Ken had gotten just too hot and horny sitting there looking at that delectable bitch cowering on the bed behind that damnable blanket. So, he would convince Chris now so the both of them could get to the goodies faster. Then when Linda showed up, before she went into apoplexy at the sight of a cum-filled Susie and cum-messed bed, Ken would explain to Linda just why they were no longer going to play penny-ante shit when they should have been playing for bigger stakes all the way along.
"So, we're kidnappers," Chris said, waiting for Ken to go on. He doubted he was going to pay serious attention to what Ken had to say; but, Chris was interested in seeing what kind of imagine verbal gymnastics Ken was going to use to try and convince Chris that fucking Susie was quite all right.
"We've taken a big, big risk, kid," Ken said. "You know what kind of laws they've got for people who snatch other little people in this state? Well, let me tell you, they could very well send us up the river for one hell of a long time-if not forever. How do we know McKnight just won't settle the strike to get his daughter back and then put the thumbscrews on you and me anyway? What benefit is a strike settlement going to do us if we suddenly find ourselves in jail?"
"Linda said . . . "
"What in the fuck does Linda know?" Ken interrupted. "She's as stupid as we are. What does she really care if the miners go back to work or not? When you come right down to it, what do you and I care?"
"You're kidding!" Chris answered, not quite sure where any of this was getting them. "We work at the mine, remember?"
"The real question is this, my young friend: Just what in the fuck are the two of us so concerned about our fellow strikers for when it's just you and me who had the guts to grab the girl? Huh? We do all the work, take all the risks, possibly even end up going to jail no matter how this all turns out, and it's those lily-livered jerks who said hold off who are going to reap in all the bennies. Now, does that sound fair to you?"
Chris thought Ken had a valid point there. He waited for Ken to continue.
"We've got to change our way of thinking here, buddy. We've got to think less about those chicken-shit bastards and more about ourselves. You and I are sitting on a virtual gold mine here; and, what are we doing? We're thinking of begging old man McKnight to settle a strike that shit-head should have settled ages ago. I say, screw the old man really good; and, while we're at it, screw his tight-cunt daughter, too."
"You mean ask for money?"
"You're damned tooting ask for money, buster! Ask for a whole lot of money. Take it and run. Go somewhere. Who knows where? South America. Mexico. Europe. Leave this rat hole and the measly dole old man McKnight gives us to dig his fucking coal and make him richer. We've been ass-holes to take this risk and ask for mere chicken feed."
"How much do you think we could get?" Chris asked. Just because he was asking, he told himself, didn't mean that he was going to go along with any of this. He just wanted to hear a bit more.
'The sky is the limit!" Ken answered. "Hell, who knows? Why not ask a cool million? I'll bet the old man has that to spare and more."
Chris whistled. He had to admit, his share of that million was certainly a tempting enough morsel. He would have liked getting out of the mine once and for all. He could appreciate the irony that had made Peggy leave him on the eve of his becoming a very, very rich man.
"What about Linda?" Chris asked. He didn't know why, but he somehow suspected Linda would have been able to find a flaw in Ken's argument where Chris couldn't find one.
"We'll count her in," Ken said. "Why not? There'll be plenty of dough to go around when the old man pays off. Besides, even Linda can certainly see how much better this plan is for her. What was she getting before? The only advantage to settling the strike was getting me back to work so there'd be food in the house for her to cook. This way, she comes out with a nice nest egg for herself. Hell, she can go out and get herself another husband."
Ken certainly didn't plan to keep Linda around after he became a rich man. Linda was all right; but, a rich man could get some really nice stuff just by waving around a few hundred-dollar bills.
"Sounds good to me," Chris said, succumbing to Ken's reasoning. "Anyway, I think it certainly warrants talking it over with Linda."
"Why in the hell should we talk anything over with Linda?" Ken asked, getting to his feet. "You and I carried this off, didn't we? What did she do? Who the hell is she to be suddenly running the show? Huh? You tell me that!"
And that was another point Chris figured Ken successfully hammered home. Because, just why was Chris carrying out Linda's instructions? Linda had taken none of the real risks. She was just a silly-ass woman along for the ride.
"Look at this," Ken said, his right hand outlining the monstrous bulge along his left thigh. "Do you have one of these babies in your pants, buddy? If so, why? Why do we both have hard cock-s when our relief is just a fuck away? You think Susie's old daddy isn't still going to be willing to fork out a cool million to get back his merchandise just a little more used than it left him? Hell, yes, he's going to pay it! Better a slightly sullied daughter than no daughter at all."
Chris didn't know. It certainly sounded reasonable enough. Chris liked the rewards, too.
"I say, let's fuck this bitch until she's all fucked out, and then we can turn her over to her old man for a profit. What do you say?"
"You bastards won't get away with this," Jim said. He had been listening to the whole conversation. He had seen where Ken had been heading from the very beginning. Frankly, Jim had been surprised the idea hadn't hit them both sooner. Jim had found it a bit strange, even from the start, that these people were passing up possible big money just to end a miner strike.
"Just who is going to stop us? You?" Ken asked, giving a sarcastic laugh. He turned his attention back to Chris. He knew already, though, that he had his partner in crime convinced. "What do you think, Chris? What do you really think?"
Chris looked from Ken to the bed. He saw Susie's big, wide eyes peering at him over the edge of the blanket. Chris' hard cock gave a jerking inside his pants, leaking an ooze of clear pre-seminal juices as it did so.
"Yea, let's fuck her!" Chris said, getting to his feet, knowing that after they both put their cock-s to Susie's body Linda would have to see that there was no turning back.
"Pleeeeeez!" Susie squealed in fright from the bed, realizing more than anyone just what the impact of the two men's decision would have on her personally.
"I'm warning you bastards!" Jim sounded, once again struggling to be free. His ankles and wrists were already ringed with red rope burns.
"Save your breath!" Ken told Jim, beginning to undress. He was going to get himself just as naked as Susie was behind her blanket. "You just sit there and watch, and get yourself so horny your balls turn blue."
Chris hurriedly began unbuttoning his shirt, popping button in his hurry to get undressed as quickly as Ken was stripping. Now that Chris had made his decision, he was anxious to get started.
Susie watched from the bed, her eyes growing wider in helplessness and fear. She gasped audibly as Ken's pants and underpants dropped to reveal Ken's rock-hard penis. She gasped again when Chris's huge erection was uncovered. She shivered suddenly as the two naked men turned toward her in unison, their cock-s weaving in front of their bellies like huge phallic metronomes.
"Ready for the time of your life, sweetheart?" Ken asked, heading toward Susie, bringing Chris along in his wake.
"Noooooo!" Susie screamed, pressing her back so hard against the wall that she hurt. "Pleeeeeeez . . . NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
CHAPTER TEN
Both men reached the bed at once, hitting Susie like a ten-ton truck. And, Susie fought them both, screaming for unhearing help, kicking, scratching.
And, all the while, she knew her fighting was only making Ken and Chris all the more sexually excited. But Susie couldn't help it. She refused-REFUSED-to let these men use her body without putting up a fight to defend it, even though she knew deep down that it was a losing battle from the start.
"Wild!" Chris said, trying to get control of one of Susie's flaying arms. Susie had already managed to scratch Chris once.
"Isn't she, though?" Ken agreed. He had grabbed both of Susie's legs and had anchored them to the bed. Susie's lone covering had long since been ripped from her and discarded to a heap on the floor. "But, she's just making us work for it. She knows she's going to love it; but, she has to put on a little show here for Mr. Folesom. She did the same thing.. . "
"Damn it, she scratched me again!" Chris said, even then seeing the blood forming a thin line along his right forearm.
"She knows a little pain is going to make it even better for you when you start cumming inside of her," Ken said.
But when Susie managed to scratch Chris a third time, this time a gash on his chest, Chris got mad and hit her a good one.
"Goddamn it, bitch, enough . . . is . . . enough!" Chris said, raising his hand again, only stopping when he realized his first blow had made Susie stop struggling. The girl was obviously cringing in evident fear that Chris would strike her again. The first hitting had split Susie's lower lip.
"You . . . fucking.. . animals!" Jim bellowed from his chair. "Untie me and see how easy it is to beat me senseless."
"Who would want to beat you senseless and fuck your smelly ass?" Ken asked with a lewd laugh, too involved with subduing Susie to pay all that much attention to Jim's harmless jibes.
'There now, that's better," Chris said, triumphant in his realization that the fight had apparently all gone out of Susie. Susie was just lying there, looking even more delectable in her present vulnerability than she had when she had been a fighting, scratching little vixen.
Chris leaned forward to put his lips on Susie's ripe mouth. At first, the girl resisted, not all of her fight completely drained from her yet. She turned her face to one side. But, Chris wasn't about to allow Susie even that much victory. He put his right hand beneath her chin, his thumb gouging Susie's left cheek, his fingers gouging her left cheek. Chris jerked Susie's face back into place and went after her lips with a vengeance.
Chris' full, sensuous mouth engulfed Susie's, his tongue lashing out to penetrate between Susie's resisting lips. While he kissed, Chris' left hand was able to move down to cup Susie's mushroomed right breast. Chris rubbed, mass-aged, kneaded Susie's ripe and up-thrust nipple. The more he caressed it, the more it swelled to a budding point.
Ken, meanwhile, was using his tongue on Susie's leg, painting a trail of wet saliva upward and onto the creamy white skin of Susie's tender inner thigh. Ken felt Susie getting goose bumps beneath his tongue.
Ken smiled. He knew Susie's chills were purely from pleasure. This hot bitch hadn't fooled him before, and she didn't fool him now.
Susie felt helpless, utterly.. . utterly.. . helpless. What could she do against two men when one of them had proved before that he could master her by himself? Now what chance did Susie have? They were both as strong as oxen, both weighing far more than Susie did. One blow from either of them could have possibly killed the girl.
But, wasn't even death better than this was?
Susie tried desperately just to endure the warm, sucking pressure of Chris' lips on her lips, of Ken's lips creeping closer and closer to Susie's unprotected cunt.
Susie shut her eyes, wishing for an unconscious state that simply wouldn't come, no matter how hard she tried to conjure it. Susie's split lower lip hurt as Chris' grinding mouth moved hard against it.
Someone's hand was on Susie's belly. Someone's hands-probably Ken's-had joined the mouth zooming in on Susie's pussy. Those lower fingers were even now beginning to comb the blonde hair on Susie's mons, sliding between Susie's thighs to rub against Susie's slightly puffy cunt lips. Susie shuddered as a result, whining uncontrollably when one finger moved to press hard against Susie's vaginal cleft.
"Nooooo! Nooooo!" Susie protested, her protests becoming lost in Chris' mouth which still was anchored leech-like to Susie's own.
Slowly, very slowly, Ken's finger began a forced entry between Susie's cunt lips, delving into the hotly moist flesh beyond the outer doorway. Susie writhed as the probing finger stirred round and round, a hard drill in search of Susie's sensitive clitoris.
"Ohhhhh . . . ohhhhh . . . ohhhhh!" Susie mewled helplessly as her clitoris was located and attacked. Susie's body tried automatically to jerk away. Her bouncing made the springs of the bed creak in protest.
Susie couldn't free herself either from Chris' mouth or from Ken's finger burrowing into her juicy pussy flesh. Both Chris' mouth and Ken's finger followed each and every movement of Susie's spasming young body. Again and again, Susie's budded clitoris was stroked. Again and again, Chris' long tongue penetrated to the very back of Susie's throat until the girl almost choked on it.
Susie continued to feel ashamed. She continued to feel embarrassed. Her flesh flushed a delightful shade of rose.
"Animals!" Jim cried out in his own utter helplessness in changing the situation. "Goddamn . . . filthy . . . perverted animals!"
And what about Jim's perversion, for Christ's sake? What kind of a degenerate was he that his cock was hard inside of his pants, made hard by the sight of these two men attacking the girl Jim was supposed to have protected?
Chris finally freed Susie's mouth just as Ken's tongue was darting out like a thick eel to stab Susie's pussy. Even as Ken's tongue entered Susie's cunt, Ken's finger continued to fondle Susie's tender clitoris.
Involuntarily, Susie let her thighs flop wider apart. Her hips, despite all of Susie's efforts to control them, were beginning to bounce, giving simulated fucking movements as Ken's tongue continued playing cock at Susie's vagina.
Chris had moved his attention from Susie's mouth to her breasts. He had kissed his way down Susie's neck. He had zoomed in on Susie's left nipple, his sucking, licking lips compressing that nipple and making it pulsate, beat, and swell as if it had a heartbeat all of its own. Chris' teeth came gently shut, causing Susie to wince noticeably as Chris began to chew her teat. Shocks of pain and pleasure traveled throughout Susie's breast and into her belly.
Ken tugged Susie's thighs even further apart. He crawled up on the bed between them. Ken forced Susie to raise her knees. Ken scooted in closer, the flats of his thumbs moving to anchor at the flaps of Susie's hair-fringed vagina, carefully peeling back the moist pussy lips in order to reveal the deeply pink and pulsating flesh of the cunt interior.
"Oh, won't you stop!" Susie begged weakly, her head rocking from side to side in rhythm with the combination of pain and pleasure which was threatening to consume her.
Chris was still sucking on Susie's nipples-first one and then the other. He kept tweaking the rocket-like projectiles with his lips and teeth.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" Susie pleaded. But she knew they wouldn't stop it. Why should they? They were the conquerors here. Susie was their captive, their unwilling victim. They could do with her whatever they pleased. WHATEVER THEY PLEASED! They could rape her again and again and again; and, who would stop them? Certainly not Jim. Jim was tied to the chair, trying but not succeeding to get free.
Susie shuddered, feeling Ken's lips kissing and slobbering over Susie's cringing pussy flesh. And Susie knew that Ken would continue sucking, eating, chewing, just as Chris would continue what he was doing.
Susie was lost-hopelessly lost. She already felt herself weakening beneath the dual attack.
Oh, God, she couldn't weaken! She. . . simply.. . couldn't.. . weaken! Once before, that other time Ken had had his mouth on Susie's cunt, sucking Susie to a climax, Susie had almost surrendered. She had actually come to think she wanted his cock inside of her. And when she had miraculously been saved from that trickery of her mind, she had sworn she would never again let a man so thoroughly break down her barriers-especially not a rapist.
So, why was her body even then betraying her to the growing pleasure?
"DON'T . . . OH, PLEEEEEEZ DON'T!"
Unwanted wonderment flooded Susie's young body as Ken's lips fastened tighter on Susie's pussy, his hot, wet tongue jabbing against Susie's clitoris and causing electric shocks to shudder Susie's body.
Control. Control. God, she had to have control!
But Susie's hips were rotating. They weren't any longer burrowing into the mattress in any feeble efforts to pull Susie's sizzling pussy flesh away from Ken's fucking tongue.
Susie was all wet between her open thighs, bathed in her bubbling juices and in Ken's spit. Susie got even more soaked as Ken's tongue ran its wild circles inside of Susie's succulent vagina, rimming the very lips of Susie's womb.
"Let me go!" Susie demanded weakly, her voice asking for one thing while her responding body was asking for quite the opposite.
Susie didn't want the pleasure. Really she didn't. The fact that it was there was only a further humiliation for her, a further lewdness. How could she allow two rapists to bring her around to the point of enjoying what they were doing to her? Was she as degenerate, then, as they were? Could a normal woman ever enjoy such ravagement of her body?
Ken was still hard at work between Susie's milky thighs. His lurid and obscene slurping noises seemed to fill the room around them.
Susie's complaining had begun to take on a tone of humiliating submission. Her screams of protest had muted to mere whimpers. Her squeals for mercy, her cries to be left alone had all dwindled to small, weak groans.
"Pleeeeez!" Susie did manage to plead finally, knowing that something unwanted now thrived inside of her. Her lusts and her desires were coming up to the surface, preparing to strip away the last thin veneering of respectability and decency remaining to her.
Susie's tightly clenched eyes popped open. She gave a long, pitiful gasping, followed by a low gurgling moan of ecstasy.
Susie's hot cunt juices flowered hotly from her pussy, bathing Ken's face, his mouth, and his tongue. Susie's hips bucked lewdly as thrilling after thrilling surged up from Susie's trembling vagina and into the rest of Susie's pass-ion-wracked body.
Ken continued to suck, drinking Susie's bubbling juices. He then gave a final lap that flattened Susie's blonde pubic hair on the girl's puffy mons.
Ken hurriedly crawled off the bed. He knew his licking had made Susie's cunt just right for a good screw; and, Ken wanted to get his cock inside Susie's luscious pit before the equally horny Chris beat him to it.
"I'm shifting her body on the bed, buddy!" Ken said, taking hold of Susie's legs and giving a tug.
Chris left off his sucking of Susie's breasts long enough to realize that Ken was getting ready to plow the bitch's cunt.
Ken pulled Susie's legs so that they hung over the mattress, her cunt aligned so that Ken could stick it with his cock by kneeling on the floor beside the bed. By putting one of his hands on each of Susie's dimpled knees and pushing outward, Ken could see the delicious slice of his target area pouting open. The girl's cunt was wet and getting wetter. Trickles of her hot natural lubricant were oozing out of her vaginal crack.
Ken moved in between the girl's legs. He took hold of his cock, pulling it down so that its rubbery head touched the mouth of Susie's pussy.
"Oh, please!" Susie begged. But now even she wasn't sure whether she was requesting them both to stop or to go on.
Could it really be that she DID want Ken's cock stuffed up her cunt?
Susie looked down through the cleavage of her heaving breasts, down over her belly. She could see her bushing of blonde pubic hair. She could see the length of Ken's cock neck stretched to connect the man's lower body with Susie's cunt.
Ken's fisting right hand milked his cock shaft of its juices. An oozing of thick translucent fluid flooded Ken's cock eye. Ken drew the head of his penis downward along the slicing of Susie's cunt, leaving a thin trailing of his juices on her pussy mouth. He guided his cock corona back up along the path it had just followed. A queer thrilling sensation traveled through Ken's cock and into his balls. From his gonads, the excitation sunburst into Ken's lower belly.
Chris decided his cock deserved to be satisfied just as much as did Ken's hardness. However, Chris wasn't going to battle Ken for the honor of plugging Susie's fur-fringed cunt. Not while Chris had yet another sex orifice available for his fucking.
Chris hopped up on the bed, lifting one leg so that he could kneel in a position straddling Susie's upper body. He sat his muscled buttocks down across Susie's breasts, feeling the hard tack-like points of Susie's erect nipples where they stabbed his ass cheeks.
Tleeeeeeeez . . . oh, pleeeeeez!" Susie mumbled again. Ken was still running his pulpy cock head back and forth, back and forth along Susie's cunt mouth. However, Susie could no longer see Ken. Chris' sitting body was in her way.
What Susie could now see was Chris' pass-ion-twisted face glaring down at her. She could see Chris' powerful chest all covered with thick brown hair that eventually fanned out over the man's belly. She could see Chris' powerful cock, hard and erect, rearing so far up from Chris' hairy crotch that the man's cock corona completely hid Chris' knotted navel behind it. Susie could see the large vein that twisted up along the belly of Chris' cock shaft like a snake along a caduceus. She could see Chris' heavy scrotum dropped into her creamy cleavage, the hair on that sex sac scratching Susie's tender breast flesh.
Chris took hold of his massive cock, prying it down so that his cock head was poised within a fraction of an inch of Susie's mouth. Susie couldn't believe how big Chris' cock looked from this angle.
"Lick my cock, you little rich bitch," Chris said, his voice gone low and guttural with his mounting lust. "Lick it, and then suck my cock into your mouth."
Susie was torn between doing what Chris commanded and not doing it. She knew that what Chris asked of her was vile and filthy; yet, whatever it was that had taken hold inside of her, it made her somehow want to touch that obscene hunk of male meat with her lips and her tongue.
"I said lick it!" Chris commanded, giving Susie's neck some support by scooping his left hand down behind Susie's head and lifting. "And, you bite, and you'll wish to hell you never had."
Susie shut her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She felt Chris' quivery cock head striking the velvety surface of her tongue.
"Lick!" Chris instructed firmly.
And Susie licked. What else could she do? And as she licked, listening to Chris' animalistic groans of appreciation, Susie was surprised to find that Chris' cock didn't taste bad at all. As a matter-of-fact, the flavors of Chris' drooling pre-seminal juices were actually quite pleasant.
"Ooooooo!" Susie sighed, her hot breath blowing over Chris' blunt cock head. Ken had just run his cock corona one more time upward along the slice of Susie's pussy, executing a simultaneous pressing power which had forced Susie's cunt mouth almost wide enough to swallow Ken's rubbery cock glans.
Chris lifted Susie's head higher. Chris scooted his ass forward. Chris' lewd cock head unceremoniously pushed through Susie's lips and into the warmth of the mouth beyond. A new and prodigious oozing of pre-seminal syrup dribbled onto Susie's tongue.
"Beautiful!" Chris exclaimed, shaking his cock inside Susie's mouth, mingling his juices with the young woman's clinging spit. "Oh . . . that is beautiful!"
What happened next took Susie's breath away. First, without warning, Ken decided he had finished playing with Susie's cunt and would now fuck it. With a violent bucking of his hips, his cock head, which had up until then been coasting up and down along Susie's cunt-al cleft, was promptly plugged through the pussy mouth and into the buttery interior.
"Aaaaaaaaah!" Susie voiced, opening her mouth wide in surprise at the attack of Ken's hard cock between her legs.
At that moment, not only did Ken give another bucking of his hips to place his cock up to his balls in Susie's tight pussy, but Chris took it as the ideal opportunity to feed the rest of his blood-stiffened meatiness into the depths of Susie's throat.
At the dual raping of her body, Susie felt herself go stiff and then buck upward. The young woman's eyes came wide open with shock.
"Oooooo!" Susie moaned out around her mouthful, feeling that she was going to soon choke on what Chris had fed her.
Susie gasped for air. She somehow couldn't seem to suck in enough oxygen around Chris' thick and plugging truncheon. Her arms flapped on the bed like the wings of a wounded bird. Her legs automatically began kicking thin air.
"Sweet . . . sweet . . . Jesus!" Ken mumbled. His cock felt as if it were being chewed alive up Susie's cunt.
Chris held his breath, unable to really believe the extent of his pleasure. Susie's gagging reflexes were like vibrators milking his cock for its hot juices. Chris' scrotum had immediately lost much of its flaccidness, turning quickly into a prune-like massof compacting skin gathering toward the base of Chris' mouth-fucking penis.
The soaking walls of Susie's cunt were simultaneously rippling with erotic intensity around the bulk of Ken's totally submerged cock. But, Ken wasn't prepared to let his cock get chewed to climax solely by the spasms of Susie's cunt. He was too hot and bothered to wait that long for results. So, he pulled his cock out to its head and then placed it in again. He repeated the maneuver. His massive sex organ pounded in and then out of Susie's slavering, sucking sex hole. When Ken pushed, he pushed his meaty stiffness all of the way inside. When he pulled out, he withdrew his turgid cock until only his fat corona was held trapped between Susie's swelling inner cunt lips.
"Ughhhhh . . . ughhhhhh . . . ohhhhhh!" Susie groaned, finding it somehow miraculous that she had suddenly found it possible to breathe, even though Chris' cock was beginning to fuck her face with the same fast and frantic strokes being used by Ken's blood-choked hardness as it fucked Susie's pussy.
Had Susie's mouth opened just a bit wider, Chris' balls might very well have pushed right on in with his cock on a forceful inward stroking. As it was, Chris' hairy lower belly smacked against Susie's face, plugging the young woman's nose.
The sight of all this was arousing Jim Folesom far beyond what that man had ever thought possible. He stared at the dual raping of Susie with bugged eyes and widely opened mouth. Inside his pants, Jim's hard cock was thumping like crazy, drooling pre-seminal juices with every pulsing. Jim wanted frantically to at least take hold of his hard cock and beat it. But he couldn't even do that. His hands were tied. He was helpless, forced to endure the frustration of not being able to join in the rape.
Yes, by God, he did want to join in. His blood-hardened cock demanded that he WANT to participate.
Ken had taken hold of Susie's waist, holding tightly while his hips swung back and forth to place and partially withdraw his heated cock hardness in and out of the young woman's drooling cunt crack. As Ken plowed, lewd sucking sounds came from the point where Susie's suctioning cunt took and then released Ken's fucking meatiness.
In spite of it all, Susie was beginning to feel the rising sexual stimulation. She swallowed then gulped around Chris' cock, making more noises that heralded the building pass-ion within her.
Susie had somehow become accustomed to the stroking penis that was gliding on her tongue, deflecting off her palate, entering the opening of her throat. She had somehow equally adjusted to the mighty shaft of Ken's cock as it continued to pound in and out of the tender cavity between Susie's open legs.
Susie's legs jerked up around Ken's waist, her heels automatically locking the the small of Ken's back. Susie's hands came up and around Chris' legs, her left hand flattening over Chris' stomach, her right hand creeping down to feel Chris' burgeoning scrotum.
Why was Susie so excited by the mere touching of Chris' balls? Why was she thrilled in knowing that those testicles were filled with rich-warm cum that would soon be splattering her mouth and throat?
Susie's cheeks hollowed, executing a forceful sucking pressure around Ken's face-fucking cock. At the same time, Susie was using her tongue, circling around and around the pulpy head of Chris' penis.
"Suck it . . . eat it . . . chew it," Chris grunted, knowing he was no longer forcing Susie to bob her head up and down. Susie was doing it of her own volition. She was sucking now in a cadence that coincided with the rhythm Ken's cock was taking in screwing Susie's tight pussy.
Susie trembled uncontrollably as her lust burned with a greater and greater intensity inside of her. With each deep sucking of Ken's cock into her throbbing pussy, and with each plowing of Chris' cock into her sucking mouth, Susie's pass-ion swelled higher.
Chris' fucking penis was growing larger in Susie's hungry mouth. Susie countered the pounding of Chris' hips with the bobbing motions of her own head.
Ken's screwing cock was ballooning, expanding in Susie's gripping cunt. Susie's lower body had taken up a rhythmic bouncing to compliment Ken's fucking strokes.
And inside Susie, her own climax was building in a way she had never dreamed possible; and even now, she wasn't sure she should have been experiencing that enjoyment at all.
"Get ready . . . baby!" Chris cried out by way of warning, knowing that he was approaching his ejaculation. Chris' entire body was tightening up. His flesh was glossed with sweat, getting wetter with each passing second.
Hot and milky sperm shot into Susie's mouth. Susie swallowed. She had little choice but swallow or choke to death on the deluge of spewing cum. And all the while, Susie had to admit she was experiencing things deep inside of her that she shouldn't have been feeling. Why was there a sensual thrilling to be enjoyed in swallowing this raping bastard's hot cum? He was a monster, wasn't he? He was a raping pervert!
Wasn't he? Wasn't he?
Susie's body was jolted by the sudden blasting of yet another massive load of male cream inside of her. Ken's cock jabbed one final time, hard and fast, into the slicing between Susie's chafed thighs. His cock pulsed and exploded, pulsed and exploded . . .
"I'M DROWNING HER!" Ken screamed. "I'M FUCKING DROWNING HER!"
Ken's head was thrown back, his eyes glazed and looking toward the ceiling. His mouth was open. His fingers were squeezing into Susie's waist. His stomach was alive with spasms as torrents of his boiling sperm were spurted from the head of his insanely jerking penis.
Susie felt the jet-like blasts of Ken's cum filling her vagina. She felt Ken's blood-turgid meatiness shuddering with each consecutive blast.
Susie finally had all she needed to be shoved over the top. Her whole body lurched out of control as the biggest orgasm of her life took hold of her, shaking her senseless.
"EEEEEEIIIIIEEEEE! AAAAAAGGGGGG-HHHHHH!" Susie screamed, her legs clamping hard around Ken's waist, her mouth opening wider around Chris' cock which was still plugging it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They pulled Susie off the bed as easily as they would have removed a rag doll. Susie's mouth and her cunt were oozing male sperm.
Ken moved quickly around behind her. Susie thought he was preparing to catch her just in case her weak knees gave out beneath her. But, Susie was wrong.
Ken was quickly preparing to slip his throbbing cock, still wet from Susie's vagina, up the girl's ass hole. His left hand moved down to the crease of Susie's buttocks, his fingers prying open the mated curves of Susie's ass buns to bring the girl's virgin anus into the light. With his right hand, Ken pulled his cock into position, his cock corona butting its blunt end against Susie's rubbery wrinkled anal eye.
"My God!" Susie screamed, surprised to learn that all of her protest hadn't been drained yet from her body. "Not my ass hole. OH GOD.. . PLEEEEEEEZ . . . NOT MY ASS HOLE!"
Yet, even when her body was bolting with the agony of Ken's cock being force-fed up her anus, Susie felt something deep inside her telling her that the cock working up her ass hole was going to bring her lewd sensations of uncontrollable delight like none other she had ever experienced before. Susie, controlled by some mysterious and primitive nerve center inside of her, found herself working her ass back over Ken's ravaging penis.
And, Jim was watching it all! Susie felt shame and mortification at the very idea that Jim Folesom was watching as Susie already began to succumb to the exquisite pain/pleasure of being ruthlessly sodomized on Ken's pulsing, blood-bloated stiffness.
Chris waited until Ken had completely stuck his cudgel up Susie's ass, then Chris bent down and took hold of both of Susie's legs, pulling them both open and toward him.
Susie, thinking she was going to be dropped to the floor, automatically lifted her arms up above her head and brought her hands back behind Ken's neck for support. She needn't have worried, though; because, Ken, seeing what Chris was about, had clamped his hands securely onto Susie's ass cheeks to keep her firmly anchored on him.
Chris used his hands to further pull open Susie's legs once he had them brought to a position that was parallel the floor. The fullness of Susie's hot and hungry cunt mouth was readily visible to Chris' lustful gaze. The man licked his lips and walked his lower body in between Susie's splayed thighs. He brought Susie's heels back behind his back. Susie's ankles locked securely in place of their own accord.
Susie's cunt and ass-the latter still plugged full of Ken's pulsating cock meatiness-was now suspended above the floor. And Susie knew, even before she felt the pulpy prodding of Chris' cock head against her pussy mouth, that Chris was out to jab his cock up her vagina.
"Oh, don't do this to me!" Susie begged. However, even as she pleaded, there was a lewd anticipation of having two male cock-s buried deep inside of her, mated belly-to-belly in her cunt/anus cavities.
Chris' cock drilled into place at the pouted opening of Susie's cunt. Then, without further preliminaries, Chris pressed to ram his cock all the way into the tightly clutching depths of Susie's pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Susie squealed, actually feeling more ecstasy than she was feeling pain. And, Susie was ashamed at how her body had so shamelessly managed to accommodate two huge cock-s: one in her rubbery rectum, the other in the moist, throbbing recesses of her cunt.
Once both men were driven to their balls inside of Susie, they simultaneously began to move into their lengthy fucking strokes.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhhhhh . . . oh, oh . . . ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Susie moaned, gasping as the two huge pistons were rammed into her and pulled almost free. There followed a series of heavy, guttural mewls of intense lust as Susie was helplessly sandwiched in between Ken and Chris' fucking bodies, as Susie was helplessly skewered fore and aft by the two blood-hardened cock-s.
And with shame and loathing, Susie knew that Jim was watching all of this. Susie didn't look, though, to see Jim's glazed eyes, or to see the huge bulge Jim's hard cock was making in the crotch of his trousers. Nor did Susie ask herself why Jim didn't turn his head away from the action, why he kept on watching every lewd and obscene detail of what was happening.
Ken and Chris humped wildly, with all the finesse of animals in heat, satiating their lusts on a helpless bitch. The poundings of their wicked cock-s up Susie's anus and her pussy combined into a sadistic, if rhythmic, ravishment of Susie's body.
"She -likes it! Didn't I tell you she'd like it?" Ken said, punctuating with a deep guttural grunt as an inward upswing of his hips pounded his cock into place one more time.
"Do you love it, baby?" Chris asked Susie, sliding his cock up her pussy. "Do you? Do you?"
Susie gritted her teeth, trying to keep the humiliating admission down in her throat. But, despite all of her efforts, the words kept rising to the surface, buoyed up on the swelling surges of her uncontrollable and insane lust.
"Do you, baby? Love it? Love it? Love it?" Chris persisted, emphasizing each inward buffeting of his cock against Susie's battered pussy membranes.
"Yes," Susie said weakly, ashamed that she could possibly be forced into making such a horrible, degrading confession.
"Louder, baby!" Chris commanded. "Tell me louder! Tell the fucking world how much you like getting your tight little ass and your tight sizzling cunt stabbed by hard man-cock."
"I LOVE IT! DAMN IT, I LOVE IT!" Susie bleated helplessly, the words slipping quite uncontrollably from between her moist lips.
"Ask the bitch if she wants more of the same," Ken instructed, increasing his efforts to bring Susie to an indisputable sexual defeat. "Go ahead, ask her."
"You want more, don't you, baby?" Chris asked, his cock feeling the powerful claspings of Susie's pussy.
"More!" Susie grunted, quite beyond knowing what she was saying. There was an inferno burning between her legs. It was a fire that was threatening to quickly consume her whole body.
"You want it deeper?" Chris asked.
"Deeper!" Susie echoed.
"HARDER?"
"HARDER!"
Susie's body was butted up and down on the two male cock-s inside of her until her guts had turned to mush. And, then there came out of the seeming nowhere the searing final swellings toward her orgasm.
A bomb went off suddenly in Susie's cunt, another in her ass. The total radiating force spread into Susie, carried on vibrating nerve ends. A vortex of color and sound swirled through Susie's head, ass-aulting her senses.
The wanton ecstasy swelled to an even greater intensity, seizing Susie's entire being in its fever pitch.
Susie suddenly felt very much like the heroine in a particular television rerun she had seen on and off as a child. The one where the hero rides off into the sunset, yelling, "Hi-Yo, Silver!" and the heroine turns to her boyfriend, her father, her sister, or to whomever, and says, "Who was that masked man?"
Although, in this case, rescue hadn't come in the form of one man but four. And none of the four had been masked. When they had had burst into the room, guns drawn, Susie had thought for sure they were more miners come to join in the orgy. But that they weren't anything of the sort was soon more than evident. Ken and Chris had actually seemed quite distraught by their arrival.
"There's someone anxiously awaiting your coming to see him," one of the big, muscular men had said, tossing Ken and Chris their clothes and watching as Susie's kidnappers scrambled to get dressed. "You'll, also, be interested possibly in being reunited with an' old friend-Linda Ralston."
About then, Susie had begun to suspect that she had been rescued by the police. But, none of the four looked anymore the part of policemen than Ken or Chris did. They looked too rough, too ill-polished to fit the bill of a respectable law-enforcement officer. Up until the minute the four rescuers left, ushering Ken and Chris unceremoniously through the door in front of them, Susie couldn't help thinking that, for all outward physical appearances, it would have been difficult for her to tell the good guys from the bad guys without a scorecard had she walked in on this scene quite unexpectedly.
And what was possibly strangest of all was that the four men paid very little attention to either Susie or Jim, not bothering to answer any of their questions.
"Did you understand any of that?" Susie asked, wrapping her blanket around her. She had quite decided that if she ever did get out of here, she would take the blanket with her. Susie and this oversize piece of cloth had been through a hell of a lot together.
"I'd say it had something to do with the Union boss, Charles Jacobs," Jim said. Jim had been left right where the four men had found him upon their bursting into the room: tied securely to the chair. "Jackson and Moore were obviously doing all of this without Union sanction. Anyway, that's the impression I got. And, those four guys certainly looked like some of the Union strong-arm faction."
"But why Charles Jacobs?" Susie asked, obviously still a bit confused by all of it. "You think he somehow found out that Ken and Chris were going to ask my father a large ransom instead of for a strike settlement?"
"I'd guess that it didn't make any difference to Charles Jacobs what Ken and Chris were planning to do with you. The point was, they had kidnapped you; and, to anyone on the outside, it could have appeared that Charles Jacobs and his union were involved. That could have brought the FBI; and you find me a union boss anywhere who doesn't get a bit paranoid when Uncle Sam starts sniffing around the woodpile."
"So, I'll probably never know whom to thank for my rescue?" Susie asked. "I'd say that was a pretty safe assumption. Jacobs certainly isn't about to claim any of the credit. He's probably out there right now shouting about his complete ignorance of any kidnapping, and he certainly isn't about to give even a hint that he knows anything about how you suddenly and miraculously turn back up on the scene."
"And Ken and Chris and that woman Linda-what's-her-name?"
"I wouldn't count on seeing any of those three around again if I were you," Jim said. "We could identify any one or all of them. Ken and Chris were union members. Union membership would point to Charles Jacobs. Rather than take any chances, I would say that Jacobs is busy right now taking care of any possible fingers that could do any pointing in his direction."
"You mean, he'll have them killed?" Susie asked. . "We'll never know," Jim said. "And thank your lucky stars for that!"
Susie rather liked the idea of Ken and Chris simply disappearing. Not that she would wish murder on anyone who had showed her such a good time as those two studs had inadvertently done.
Good time? Susie found herself blushing with a certain amount of shame. She still hadn't quite accepted the fact that her rape had turned out to be far less traumatic than she had believed it was going to.
And, Jim Folesom had been there to hear Susie begging for those bastards to shove their cock-s into her faster and deeper. Jim had heard Susie squealing to be fucked as if she were some common whore out to excite paying customers. Jim had seen the wild woman existing beneath her veneering of pretty little socialite.
And, what horrible things must Jim have been thinking about Susie when he had witnessed how easily her body had betrayed her? Oh, but the mere thoughts of how disgusted Jim must have felt upon witnessing Susie's helpless display of wanton carnality made Susie blush even redder.
Of course, Susie did have the satisfaction of knowing that she could deny everything. There was obviously going to be no witnesses around, except Jim, to say otherwise.
But then, Jim was hardly the type, no matter what he had seen or felt, to go around spreading degrading stories about his boss' daughter. Talbot McKnight, after all, had taken a personal interest in Jim after Jim's father had died. Jim owed Talbot McKnight a lot.
"You are going to untie me, aren't you?" Jim asked, wondering where Susie's thoughts had taken her. Himself, he was having difficulty getting the pictures out of his mind of how Susie had gone wild while being fucked by Ken Jackson and Chris Moore.
"Yea, I suppose that would be nice, wouldn't it?" Susie asked, coming back from her reverie and deciding that everything would turn out all right after all.
Susie walked over to the chair. But before she began untying Jim, her eyes were drawn to the huge bulge in the crotch of Jim's pants. And not only was there a gargantuan lump in Jim's trousers, but there was a large wet spot centered right smack dab on the place where Jim's cock head was pressing up under the pants material.
Jim Folesom had an erection! By the excessive drool evidenced by his soaked denim, it was obvious Jim had been hard for one hell of a long time.
Susie was frankly surprised by her discovery that Jim might have been sexually excited by what he had seen. All through the affair, Susie had pictured Jim looking on with unmitigated horror and disgust. Had Jim's thoughts actually been directed elsewhere than on the loathsome aspects of Susie's rape.
"Do you think you might move a little more quickly in getting me untied?" Jim asked, embarrassed when he realized Susie had seen the condition his cock was in. Of course, there was really no disguising the mountain formed by something quite as big as Jim's cock had become over the last few hours.
What must Susie be thinking of a man who had obviously been so turned on by the forced assault on her body?
Susie wasn't thinking bad thoughts of Jim at that moment. It would have possibly surprised Jim to know that the young woman was really wondering just how Jim's cock could stack up in performance to Ken and Chris' fat, blood-engorged members. Susie had seen the workout Jim's cock had given his hand; but, what kind of a job would Jim's hard stiffness do inside a woman's cunt, mouth, or ass-particularly inside Susie's cunt, mouth, or ass?
"Susie?" Jim asked, curious as to the strange dreamy-eyed expression which had come over Susie's face.
"Your cock is hard," Susie said finally, looking Jim straight in the eye. "You actually got turned on by watching those two freaks work me over."
"Don't be silly," Jim said, knowing that was a paltry denial of the obvious. "Now untie me, and we'll both get out of here."
"You got excited by it, didn't you?" Susie persisted, still not moving to untie Ken's bonds. "Admit it!"
"You didn't seem to be hating some parts of it, either," Jim said in partial admission, deciding suddenly that there was no reason why he should really be ashamed of his excitation in watching a rape when the girl who was getting raped had gotten excited, also.
Susie dropped the blanket she'd been holding up around her. She thrust her breasts forward, running her open palms down along her flanks.
Jim's eyes bugged in surprise. What was Susie up to now?
Susie was up to getting now what she had decided she had wanted ever since she had first seen Jim masturbating in that office at the mine. Hell, maybe she even wanted it-or something like it-way before that. If her rape by Ken and Chris had taught Susie one thing, it was that she had too much animal in her to be satisfied by the -likes of the ex-fianc' Roger Rutledge. She must have known that when she broke off with Roger and came back to the mine to look for real men.
And, Jim was a real man, all right! Susie could feel that in her bones! She could, also, feel it in her cunt, in her ass, and in her mouth: all of those orifices suddenly aching for the feel of Jim s massive and fucking cock.
Susie dropped to her knees. Her hand immediately went to Jim's crotch, her fingers deftly beginning to unbutton Jim's fly.
"What in God's name are you doing?" Jim asked, unable to believe what seemed to be happening. Was it possible?
"I'm going to pull that blood-bloated piece of stiffness out of your trousers and suck on it," Susie said, feeling wickedly wanton at the moment. "That is what you want, isn't it? That is what you were fantasizing while I was getting raped at both ends by Ken and Chris' pumping cock-s, wasn't it?"
"Susie, don't be an ass hole! Untie me now. Your father is probably worried sick about you; and, here you are playing games."
Susie reached her hand in through Jim's open fly. It was hot and damp in there along Jim's lower belly, Jim's groin hair soaked with sweat and with pre-seminal leakage.
Susie took hold of the neck of Jim's cock and pulled the massive turgidness free of Jim's pants-not without a good deal of difficulty, considering the hugely erected state of his cock.
"You do want to stick this cock of yours way deep inside of me, don't you, butch?"
"Susie, I . . . AAAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII!"
Without having waited for the lie Susie knew Jim was prepared to tell her, Susie had stuck out her tongue and given a long, wet lick of Jim's cock corona, tasting the deliciously salty flavor of male and sweat and male sex lubricant.
"You want to poke me with this monster meat of yours, don't you? Come on, stud; don't you?"
"Yes, goddamn it, YES!" Jim said, getting so excited by the mere feel of Susie's hot breath and moving lips against his cock head that he almost creamed his load right then and there.
"Well, you're going to be a very lucky man," Susie told him. "Because, you're going to get your wish."
Susie opened her mouth wide and dropped her lips down over Jim's cock sucking as she went.
"Oh, Jesus, baby.. . eat it! EAT IT!" Jim bellowed, already completely out of control.
Yes, Jim was certainly more of a man than Roger
Rutledge ever thought of being!
Susie, also, wondered, as her pursed lips moved all of the way down to gum the roots of Jim's cock, what her father would say if Susie were to tell him that she had decided to marry someone like Jim Folesom. Strangely enough, Susie now suspected her father wouldn't have been at all disappointed as she had once thought he might be. Talbot McKnight, after all, had always said he wanted Susie to marry a real man.
And, not even Talbot McKnight could possibly doubt that Susie was then in the process of eating the cock of one hell of a man!
But marriage-if and when-wasn't going to be tomorrow or even the next day. It was still something to think about for the future. Until then, Susie was prepared to enjoy her newly discovered sensuality in moments just like this one.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Jim grunted animalistically.
And, Susie sucked Jim's lust-hardened stiffness to its copious discharging of pearly white slugs of thick, male cream-LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT!
