Archive Note: The remarkable number of imaginatively misspelled words in the following text are exactly as found in the original pocketbook.
CHAPTER ONE
Except for the Jaguar headlamps which beamed out against the empty country night like two ferocious yellow cat eyes, there was no light. At well over eight miles-per-hour, on Highway 41, the couple inside the car followed the snake-like path of the two-lane road which would around the nearby lakes and invisible forests. The car carried its passengers northwards, towards a blockade of evergreens that came into view as the road straightened.
Inside the lone car were Jenny and Leonard Hornbelt; Len at the wheel and she in the back seat, stretched out, lounging deliciously under the knee-length coat which he'd given her that night on the occasion of their First Wedding Anniversary, an occasion which celebrated the couple's somewhat bizarre and certainly unexpected marriage.
He was a diplomat, a man of international affairs, and she was an ordinary girl with plain ideas about charity and pleasance and the right way to do things. He was a man of great compromise and she was, in many ways, obstinate and stubborn. He was a Harvard graduate from where he would become rich and famous. He was a well-preserved man in his early fifties, and she was going on twenty-two and looked like seventeen. So there was much about their coupling that seemed somewhat odd.
"Are you warm enough, darling?" asked the ambassador, turning his head away from the road just enough that he could get a glimpse of Jenny stretched out along the backseat under her new fur, her soft, honey-blonde hair cascading over the luxurious fur. She nodded slightly and continued stroking the soft coat of many mink pelts, sliding the palm of her hand back and forth through the plush skin, losing her fingers in the thick texture of silky animal fur. "It's perfect," she said to the back of the ambassador's head. "I just love it."
The expensive coat had been Leonard's gift to Jenny in honor of the wedding anniversary. It was everything that she wanted, more even, and she couldn't help but wonder if Leonard was trying to get something from her. They'd been quarreling about a number of things recently, mostly to do with sex, and so far Jenny was holding her own ground. But with a gift like this, she thought, as her fingers rolled up and down the fur, it was going to be hard to deny him anything without some further explanation. "Are we almost there yet?" she asked him softly.
"Very nearly," said Leonard. "I figure about one o'clock, maybe one-thirty."
"Good," said Jenny, already planning her escape route, "I'm so tired, I'll just flop down and go right to sleep the minute we get inside."
"I hope you'll stay awake for just a nightcap, darling," said the ambassador. "After all, it is a very special night, isn't it, Jenny?"
"Of course it is," she smiled from the backseat. In her mind she said, But for you they are all special nights, for you and your pawing fingers and your hot breath and you sliding palms on my tender thighs, it is always a special night, and I must always be making excuses, protecting myself, getting away from your....
"Helen was quite concerned about you," said the ambassador.
"She was?" asked Jenny. "I don't see why. You were there to get me out of that man's range. Ugh, what a pig he was! The way he just presumed that because I was an ambassador's wife he could molest me like that and we wouldn't say anything. Oh, it was awful!"
"Well," said Leonard, "we have to be diplomatic in some of these things. It's not as if we didn't know there would be some of those kind of people involved."
"Leonard? Would you mind stopping, honey? I want to come up front with you."
"Of course," said the ambassador. He pulled the Jaguar onto the shoulder of the road and skidded to a stop. The headlamps lit up a line of trees. Jenny opened the back door and climbed out with her new fur wrapped high around her shoulders.
The ambassador reached across the front seat and pushed open the passenger seat door. Jenny climbed in. "I felt so lonely back there," she said. "I don't know why, but all of a sudden I felt ... isolated." She smiled at her older husband. "Let's hurry," she added. "I want to get to Timberline and snuggle up next to you and fall asleep in your arms. I want to feel safe and secure and toasty warm. Mmmm, I can practically taste it." The ambassador smiled to himself. Everything looked to be going according to plan, including his wife's emotions.
Jenny let the purr of the luxury car work on her mind. It acted like a tranquilizer, relaxing her suspicious feelings. The car raced windingly towards Timberline, working its way through the dark forests and around the lakes, rocked her like a lullaby. She drifted asleep and only the occasional movement of the car turning sharp at this or that turn jarred her temporarily awake.
The next thing she knew she was trying to figure out what grinding sound there was on the way to Timberline and why the car had slowed so much. She opened her eyes and realized that they were on a gravel driveway, pulling into the make-shift alley alongside the cabin. "Oh," she yawned sleepily, "we're here." It all came back to her, the coat, the anniversary, the party at Helen's and the ride to her husband's retreat cabin. "I was dreaming," she said as Len pulled slowly towards the cabin, "that we were little children again, that you were young and that-Oh, what's that?"
"Rabbit," said Ambassador Hornbelt eyeing the running brown and white fluff which happened to have just then risked the car's headlamps in order to get away from the cabin. "Looks like we're not alone up here after all! Come on, let's get inside and get you that drink I promised."
After everything else, Jenny moaned in her mind. "I just want to climb into bed, darling. I hope you don't mind."
The ambassador came around to Jenny's side of the door and smiled paternally. "Listen," he said, opening the door and helping her out, "one little drink won't hurt you, Jenny." His eyes fell quickly to the place in the fur where a gash permitted viewing Jenny's handsome leg. She put one foot forward and her heel dug into the gravel driveway as she stood and stretched. "It's so dark here," she said. "I forgot how black it is in the forest."
The ambassador gave Jenny his arm as she slipped her hand around his bicep to grab hold as he led the way to the cabin stairs. "Watch your step," he said. "This first one is a little tricky." She felt her way with the toe of her high heel and when she gained confidence in the stair as she put her weight on it. "I've got a key," he said. "Let me just find the damn thing." Out of habit, Jenny reached and pressed on the handle of the cabin door while Len searched his pockets. The door opened easily. "Len," she whispered at his silouette in the dark, "the door's open."
"Damn it," he muttered, "someone's always leaving that thing open. He searched around for the light switch. "Ready?" he asked Jenny. She replied quickly. "I've been ready ever since we left the city."
Len found the switch. The living room was flooded with light. There was a sofa, a couple of overstuffed chairs, the traditional antler horns over the fireplace, plenty of wood stacked along the hearth, and a staircase leading up to the second floor. "Ah, it looks so good," said Jenny, closing the door behind her. "I'm glad we're here. It's good that we've got someplace to go on the weekends."
"It's a bit chilly," said the diplomat. "Perhaps it would be best to build a fire." He quickly began undoing some newspaper, crumpling up paper balls for the fireplace. Jenny watched him work efficiently getting the fire going. She liked the way he squatted on his haunches and took charge of building the fire. He must have been strong and agile as a young man, able to do many things; he's so quick to do things which I myself would never imagine possible, and from the look of the muscles in his legs he's used to using his body. She felt something rush in her chest and turn hot in her cheeks, and along with this blush came a prickly chill, a shiver which gave her chest a slight heave. She drew in a long breath and flopped down into the overstuffed couch right in front of the already blazing fire. "It's really pretty," she said.
The ambassador swiveled on the balls of his feet and looked at Jenny. She could feel her blue eyes being inspected, her rosy cheeks being examined and investigated. It was her husband's one bad habit to be constantly looking at her to see if she was as beautiful as she had been the day he met her, and she disliked these inspections nearly as much as she disliked being handled by men she didn't know. Her heart raced as his eyes perused her full breasts and traveled down along her hips to where the fur coat slightly revealed her long, sculpted thighs. "Kick off your shoes, darling," his eyes watering again, "and make yourself all toasty warm."
You' can make yourself seem to ingratiating, thought Jenny, when what you really mean to do is to seduce me, to run your hands up and down my body, to lick my nipples and to kiss my vagina and to penetrate me in every way possible, and yet you sit there smiling as though you were the most affectionate man in the world. Dutifully, she kicked off her heels and lounged back in the sofa, letting her coat spread somewhat and letting her full breasts jut out freely in the now heated cabin.
"There," said her husband, kneeling beside the sofa reaching his hand under the soft mind fur letting his fingers play lightly with the cotton of her blouse. Jenny could feel his fingers sliding along her blouse, getting closer to her breasts. Her heart galloped in response to any kind of touch in that area of her body. She lifted her hand and grabbed his wrist which only served to make his touch that much firmer. "Len, no," she heatedly protested. "No, darling, please."
Len's eyes looked to Jenny like a couple of watery marbles. His flaring nostrils frightened her, and the creases in his brow looked deeper than ever. "What's the matter, darling?" he asked, his voice coming as if from underwater and in slow motion. "Is something bothering you, Jenny?"
She watched his lips forming the words, his face manifesting some sort of concern, and she felt betrayed, fear seeped deep in her heart the kinds of acts he wanted to perform on her body. You say you love me but I can see that there is something else in your heart, and J can see that you want to defile me and J will not under any circumstance let you do such things to my body because....
"Jenny? Jenny? What's the matter, honey? Are you alright?" His hand spread out, the fingers reached around her breast. They folded closed like a farmer's fingers on her nipple, and she could feel the kneading digits pressing her hot breast toward some sort of chill. Her responding nipple extended involuntarily and demonstrated, despite Jenny's thinking, her body untold lusts hidden deep within is confines. "I don't know what it is," she moaned with a long breath, "but I just can't do it tonight, darling. Something must be the matter with me tonight. I don't know what it is."
Len's hand let loose of Jenny's soft breast. "Don't deny me tonight," he said. "Not tonight, Jenny. It's our anniversary."
"Upstairs," she said softly, giving way slightly. "Let's talk about it upstairs." She sat up in the over-stuffed sofa and managed to right herself before realizing that Len's hands were outstretched and waiting for her. She accepted his embrace and used it to help herself out of the sofa. As she started toward the stairs Len grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back into his arms and kissed her on the side of the neck. "You make me so hot, darling," he whispered, his lips brushing on hers. Jenny looked into Len's creased face and saw his heavy brow and full cheeks. His silvery hair was slightly mussed and his sideburns, usually neat and perfectly trim, were badly in need of cutting. "You need a hair-cut, darling," she said, her fingers sliding up around the nape of his neck and caressing downwards along his shoulder.
The ambassador could no longer resist the impulse to kiss Jenny heavily on the mouth. He leaned forward and covered her lips.
Jenny accepted her husband's French technique, and allowed her own tongue to go sliding neatly along the extended mouth muscle back into Len's throat. Then she felt him return the graceful slide of tongue on tongue, the heavy pressure of his wet, rippling tongue slithering foreward between her lips, gathering momentum but surely filling her mouth with its sensuous effect it had on her. She backed off, leaning her head away slightly, and Len's tongue slid out from between her lips. "You kiss me so right," she said. "All of my inhibitions get so confused when you kiss me like that, darling. I don't know-" And before she could utter another thrill word of objection or protest, Jenny felt her mouth again filled with that long wet, snake-like mouth muscle, and again she felt Len's hands take charge of her hips, pulling her to his own. The sensation of his penis taking on form as he slid his groin ino hers gave Jenny chills up and down her spine. She could feel the protuberant, manly appendage stiffening next to her own tender mound and wondered how much more she could take. "Please, Len, darling, let's go upstairs," she balked. "It'll only take us a minute to go to the bedroom." Jenny thought that the time it would take to mount the stairs and arrive at the bedroom would give her the necessary breather she wanted in order to gain control of her emotions.
Len pulled away with a gentle smile offering Jenny his hand. "Let's do it your way, darling," he said. Jenny took her husband's soft hand and felt his fist tighten in her own. He led the way up the short row of stairs, down the narrow hallway and into the knotty-pine walled bedroom.
A sharp beam of white light from the bright downstairs lamp shone through the doorway in the form of a single trapezoid on the bedroom floor. At first Len kissed Jenny inside that white box, and then he pushed her backwards onto the end of the bed.
As the mink spread under his hands she felt his fingers working up her tensed body. She felt his hand reaching up between her breasts, rubbing and squeezing on her right nipple while his lips pressed against her own, forming a passageway for his drilling tongue. Down deep he forced his mouth muscle, this time not stopping when she wagged her head from side to side, this time going for broke deep in her hungering throat.
Her hips were precariously perched on the foot of the bed to get a more secure grip on his pressing crotch. In the process of her squirming, she could feel his extended, stiffening muscle taking on its manly form, she shuddered to think how in a moment that same stiff tool would most likely, despite her fears and wishes, stab into her vagina and fill her with the strange hard feel to which Jenny could never become accustomed.
"Oh, Len," she panted as his fingers worked rapidly on the buttons of her silky blouse, "Darling, I love you, you mustn't though, because-"
"Never mind," he took the time to tell her. "I didn't buy this coat-" He held the mink up around Jenny's face, "-or rent this cabin or marry you, or take a leave of absence from my work for our anniversary, or ask Helen to help us have a party to celebrate our year together, so that you could tell me 'maybe' Jenny. Do you understand me?" Jenny's heart raced and her face filled with a fresh crimson blush. "I mean it, darling. I can't take much more of this kind of treatment from you, and I don't think I should have to. Jenny, it's me-your husband!"
Jenny looked up into Len's fierce eyes. She could see the deep thoughts which made his brow look distinguished. She recalled the face as she'd seen it a hundred times before. She felt his hands begin their tour up her body, heating her flesh. She could tell that he would not cease his sexaul assault on her body no matter how she might beg. She wondered if the people who knew Ambassador Hornbelt by TV newscast or from his work as a diplomat had any idea about the violent way he made love to her. She felt he had no concerns for her own desires, never caring what sort of satisfaction she herself needed, thrusting and forcing his body upon her until he reached his own peak. "God, no," she winced as his hand plowed up between her nylon-covered thighs. "Len, please, not tonight. I get you, not tonight, darling. In the morning...."
But it was no good. Jenny knew it was all over. The strong hands gripped hard around her supple thighs and spread her upper legs until there was nothing to do but submit. His fingers hooked around the elastic top of her pantyhose and rolled the brownish nylon downwards over her golden brown thighs. To do so, he'd pulled up her dress, around her hips and out of the way as he pulled her panties down, along with the rest of her clothing.
The sparsely thatched honey-colored pubic hair covering Jenny's mound was now in plain sight. It was already glistening with the sexy heat of the sort she could not, no matter how she tried, continue to deny. A hot blush filled her face as Len's fingers rapidly removed her silky blouse and tugged at the shoulder straps of her brassiere. A moment later and he was lifting her back so that those same quick fingers could go to the place where the straps were fastened. The silky cups peeled down from her heated breasts leaving her completely naked. Though she knew what was happening, she thought she had fully intended to stop it from the beginning, but there seemed to be no going back, and though she'd assumed that everything was under control she now found herself entirely nude and very, very excited. "Len? Len, darling?" she moaned to her husband who now stood at the foot of the bed undoing the metal buckle of his leather belt. "Len? Please?"
Len smiled pleasantly, and with some mild concern for her, continued to undress as quickly and as efficiently as he could. In the next moment his hairy body leaned down over his young blonde wife's anxious flesh, his rolling hips pressing forward between her trembling thighs in such a manner that Jenny's cuntal mound was the surface primarily rubbed by his upper leg and hip. He lay down sideways, where her skin was smooth, soft, moist, quivering with anticipation. His hip nd muscular thigh pressed tight against her sweetly seething labia which, despite the mental messages her brain was putting out, gave way to something more physical, something passionate and undeniably sweet to her senses.
"Oh, God, Len," she cried, blowing a rush of hot air into her husband's ear. "I love you, darling, I love you." But Jenny knew that the words she uttered served only to cover her secret fears and guilt feelings. Her longings and desires were actually telling Len It's alright, I don't care if I do something so vile, it doesn't matter about his filthy tool rubbing me like that. It doesn't matter about my vagina getting aroused this way ... Because I love him ... Because it's alright if he thrusts his penis into me ... if it's love I give him...."
Jenny slowly began to spread her sweaty thighs apart to accommodate his hot fleshy cock which pressed alongside her buttery soft labia. The mushroom crown of his cockhead began to dig into the sides of her outer walls, his turgid cock beginning to work its way into her pelvic tunnel. She let out a tiny murmur, "Oh, Len, please," and then rocked backwards, up and over, with her feet dangling up above Len's heavy shoulders. He began to slip himself down deep, moving slowly so that she felt every bit of his rigid cock-shaft. She began to feel his spongy cock-head pressing against the sensitive wall of her inner vagina, driving her into pure physical ecstasy. "God ... yes ... yes...." she moaned breathlessly, " ... Darling ... Len...."
Moment's later the hot jets of his sperm began to spurt deep inside her, like rapid-fire rounds of a machine gun against the ssteaming back wall of her gushing well. Long rhythmic contractions began to press on his thrusting cock like paroxysms from a flesh vise. The undulating motion of Jenny's hungering cunt took over automatically, rocking and sucking at his semen which spewed against her quivering inner flesh. Her own juices gushed out, spreading his jerking cock with a thin coating of her hot oily liquids. The lubricating juices made a viscous mixture with his ejaculated semen and a moment later Jenny felt his already deflating penis beginning to withdraw from inside her still wet vagina as his cock pulled back, a great regret began to take shape in her pussy. When he completely removed himself from her still pulsating cunt, she wondered if she would ever get enough satisfaction from a man to justify the great guilt feelings which accompanied her every intercourse.
"You were good, darling," she heard some far away voice telling her. She opened her eyes for the first time in a long while and looked at her aging husband who had on his face the expression of stupidity and contentment which he always showed upon completing his ejaculation. She lifted her hand and let her fingers go sliding lightly along the side of his moist cheek. "You've been sweating some, Len," she said. He smiled paternally, only now it looked somewhat supercilious to Jenny, and she smiled back, saying, "You're getting older, darling, aren't you?" The ambassador winced slightly but said nothing. Instead, he stared down into Jenny's soft blue eyes and looked at the blondish hairs around the edge of her flushed scalp were matted and damp and then whispered, "You, too, darling. You, too." And though later he regretted these bitter words he did not apologize.
He lay down beside her, and climbed upwards so as to put the crook of his arm on her shoulder. She lay sideways so that her breasts fell neatly along his torso, and contemplated the affairs she'd had before her marriage to the ambassador. It seemed to Jenny, as it had on many occasions before, that sex was something for people who were older, that for her there was only romance and that physical things only complicated the matter. She longed for her relationship with Len to become more loving and less physical, and she calculated that someday, when they knew each other better than a year of marriage makes possible, she would tell him her true feelings about things sexual. She would convince him that once and for all, what really mattered was the mind and not the body, and what was really important were things that had to do with charity.
She was very nearly asleep when some unusual noises filtering out of the forest night awoke her. She sat up on her elbow and asked, "Len? Len? Did you hear that?" The ambassador, snoring, continued to sleep. "Len?" hissed Jenny in a frightened whisper. She waited anxiously for a few moments until the strange noises of the Timberline night ceased. A cold chill filled her soft warm breasts and she tried to shake off the fear the noises had caused her. When she started to lie down she remembered the fabulous fur coat and quickly scampered out of bed to retrieve it from the floor where it had fallen during Len's wild seduction. She slipped her smooth naked body into the soft warm fur to let the many pelts of animals rub gently on her skin, and then she quietly lay next to her husband with just the fur covering and warming her, and a few moments later she was finally, securely, deeply asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Jenny felt something cool and hard. It was on her thigh and it tickled slightly. It pressed up high, close to her hip. It ran from her knee up to the upper part of her leg. It was singular and it dented her leg a little in making its pathway. The caress ended where her thigh met her pelvis, and then started again, moving down into her crotch pressing up close to her furry little mound. Stroking down the inside of her leg, followed by a trail of involuntary goose-bumps it ended at the inside of her knee.
She rolled over onto what should have been her husband, and ended up with her hands empty. "Len?" she murmured still half-asleep. Her hands groped mildly, for if they did not find the ambassador it would mean that he was downstairs. So she didn't mind not finding him in his proper place alongside her, for it meant that something else would be happening downstairs that would be even nicer. And then she wondered, But if he's not in bed with me, then what was that strange tickling sensation on my leg?
Jenny opened her eyes and started up. She couldn't believe what she saw. She'd have screamed, but the steel blue barrel, hard and cold like ice, pressed against her forehead, forcing her down against the pillow. "Oh, my God," she moaned. "Oh, no, please, don't. Oh, my God. No."
"Quiet", said one of the men. "We mean you no harm. It's-as you say?-a slight delay, that's all"
He was a muscular man and wore a kerchief around his neck. He had a leather coat on, and from the way he spoke, she concluded instantly that he was their leader. There were three of them, and they stood around the bed gawking at her. They all had leather jackets on, but only he had a kerchief around his neck.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? Where's my husband?"
"First things first, my lady," said the one she thought was the leader. He leaned down with a submachine gun-the feeling that had been the source of that dream-like caress between Jenny's thighs-and suggested with the barrel that she cover up with her mink coat. "I don't think you want to get to know all of us quite that well just yet."
Suddenly realizing she was alone and nude and overpowered by three men in her bedroom, Jenny quickly pulled the mink coat up over her long naked thighs and around her chilled breasts. "What are you doing here? What do you want?" Trying to keep from showing her embarrassment. She remembered some vague set of instructions issued by the Secret Service. "In the event of kidnapping and ransom, or should you find yourself held by enemy peoples, then...." But that was all she could conjure up. The instructions were so long and so verbose and wordy, she'd neglected to even bother with them. But here she was, kidnapped, in the presence of enemy people, held at gun-point. "Who are you?" she blurted finally, scooting up to the back of the bed and leaning there as far away from the three men as possible. "What do you want? And where's my husband?"
"Now, now, Mrs. Hornbelt, we mean you no harm," said the leader.
Jenny watched his eyes. She was trying to wake up again, to make it all go away. She wanted to be going to sleep and to be waking up again in some other place, away from Timberline away from everything. "I don't understand," she began to sob, stricken already with hysteria. Her chest swelled up and her face contorted. Real tears began to drain from her eyes. She smiled helplessly, trying to collect herself, and then sobbed again. "What are you doing here? Why do you have those guns? Shoot me if that's what you're going to do, but don't just stand there saying nothind. Oh, God." Jenny grabbed her face. "Mrs. Hornbelt," said the leader, handing his gun to one of his henchmen, "if you'll let me explain...." He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to reach for Jenny's shoulder. Instinctively, she backed away from his reaching fingers.
"Ha!" cried the leader. "We have a live one here, my fellows. It's going to be quite a day taming her, I think. She's not just scared, she's fiesty."
He shoved her backwards into her corner, the way he would have pushed away some mildly annoying child, a nuisance. "Fiesty but weak," he said, getting up from the bed. He took his gun back from the man who stood at the foot of the bed and said to the two of them, "When she's ready to be nice-you be the judge-let me know. I'll be downstairs with her husband. If she tries to scream, you have my permission to use any methods you like to keep her quiet." He started out of the bedroom. "And one other thing, my comrades," he added, turning towards them at the door, "just because we are in the middle of the woods, with a young pretty girl, let's not forget that our mission is 'one of life and death and that this young woman is as expendable as an old weed."
"You criminal," hollered Jenny. "You stinking-"
One of the henchmen leaned forward and, with a single swift blow, rendered Jenny Hornbelt unconscious.
Her eyes were still closed when she felt the lump on her chin. It felt to Jenny's fingers like a goose egg, gigantic.
She opened her eyes and looked around. A single guard sat at the end of the bed. The door to the bedroom was closed. The man at the foot of the bed was the one who'd hit her. He started when he saw that Jenny was sitting up. "You're awake now," he said, standing and strutting over to the side of the bed. "No more bitching, now, or I'll have to hit you harder. You understand, Mrs. Hornbelt? It's not something I enjoy doing, but it's part of my job to keep you in line. So no more bitching."
Jenny nodded. She would get her chance, she knew, some other time. "Can I look in the mirror?" She nodded toward the mirror on the bedroom wall.
The young soldier-type nodded his head yes. "Just don't be so stupid as to think that there is a way to get out of my reach. Do you understand? Don't do something dumb and make me hit you again."
"No," she said, "I won't do anything like that." She got up off the side of the bed and whether it was fear or the blow to her chin, she did not know, but her feet and her legs were like rubber under the knee-length mink coat. "I'm a little shakey," she said, pulling her only piece of clothing tight around her neck. "I guess waking up to an armed guard isn't the best way for me to get up in the morning." The man did not smile. Jenny took his deep-set eyes and the lacklustre glare in them to mean that she could go ahead with looking at herself in the mirror but that as far as conversation was concerned, that was out. She nodded slightly and murmured on her way slowly across the room, "I guess you guys have your reasons for treating me and my husband like this," The guard didn't respond.
Jenny arrived at the mirror and stared at her chin. Where she thought there would be a huge black-and-blue mark there was only a small dot of discolored skin. A bit of pancake make-up would most likely take care of that. As for her curly blonde hair, that was almost in order. She reached for the bureau drawer and the guard quickly stepped forward and pressed his submachine-gun barrel into her chest. "For God's sake, I only want to get a comb out of here." She pulled the drawer open and reached in. The guard shoved hard with the barrel of his gun. Backing off slightly pulling her hand out of the drawer, showing him a powder blue brush. "See? It's for my hair. That's all. See?" She demonstrated as if she were talking to a foreigner. "Brush? Hair? You've seen people do that before. They usually do it in the morning. They take the brush like this-" She lifted the brush to her hair and, with quick left strokes, started pulling the bristles through her long blonde curls. "-and you brush. It's a pretty simple. I've seen some of the dumbest people in the world brush their hair. Why, I bet even an ape like you could do it."
The guard stepped forward and this time he pressed the barrel of his gun under her fur. Jenny felt the cold steel barrel against her naked breast. Taking the barrel in her hand and starting to press it sideways, away from her body. "You've got your-"
The guard continued to shove. He didn't let up as he had the time before. "I've got my what?" he asked, pushing Jenny off balance and onto the bed behind her. "What have I got, Mrs. Hornbelt? My nerve? Is that what you were going to say? You abusive bitch, I'm going to show you what I've got."
Jenny's heart raced. She couldn't believe her eyes. The guard quickly laid down his gun on the bureau and undid his belt buckle. She gasped. The sight of his hairy member-repulsed her. She threw her face into her hands. "Take off that coat," she heard him growl, "and get yourself ready, Mrs. Hornbelt. It's going to be something nice and juicy for your fat rich lips, honey. Get your mink off and your tongue rolling, baby. You're gonna get to taste my nerve."
Jenny's brow broke out in a cold sweat. Little beads of wet perspiration dripped down her forehead. Her hands went cold and hot at the same time, She felt the guards hand press her head backwards and away from her hiding place in her own ten fingers. She dared to open her eyes. He was upon her with his big muscle coming closer still. "No ... no ... I can't" ... But the guard had prepared himself for her objections and, once he'd exposed himself he retrieved the machine-gun. The steel barrel pressed against the side of Jenny's neck, "Mrs. Hornbelt, either you open your mouth and start sucking my joint like it was just the thing you always wanted, or...."
"Oh, God," Jenny agonized, turning her face forward. With no alternative possible, for clearly the man would just as soon have clubbed her with his gun or pulled the trigger; Jenny submitted to his demands.
"Use your fingers to hold it, Mrs. Hornbelt. Get a good grip on the shaft and start licking." He took the barrel of the gun and pressed it into her curly blonde hair. "Don't get any funny ideas, either, Jenny , darling," he added sarcastically, because if you do I'll make your brains into stew."
She looked one last time up at the man's stern face. He had a dark, complexion with deep-set brown eyes. His face was unshaven for perhaps two, maybe three days. He couldn't have been any older than twenty-two. "Please stop," she said. "Sometime somehow I'll make it up to you in a different way."
"I don't need your sentiment, Mrs. Hornbelt-just your tongue. Now do it."
She wrapped her soft white fingers around the guard's lewdly exposed cock. At first she used only one hand, kneading his tool with gently warm pressing fingers. This was the easy part, she told herself, and it was true for her. For even with Len, her husband, she'd never minded manually stimulating him. Soon the mushroom crown blossomed and took on its full, bulbous state, spreading with the arrival of fresh hot aroused blood. His excited cock was getting fat in Jenny's tender fingers, and though she was repulsed by the idea of having to suck off the man's penis she tried
"Use your other hand," he firmly commanded her. "Don't be such a chicken, Mrs. Hornbelt. You've blown your husband before. Use both hands." Reluctantly, the helpless blonde applied her left hand to the man's scrotum. He stood there in front of her mildly rocking as she sat on the edge of the bed with her mink fur spread open and with her breasts hanging full and ripe. She rolled the young man's balls in her fingers and worked them like a couple of eggs. She used her other hand for playing with his now rigidly firm cock. She squeezed her fingers tightly closed and watched the spongy tip of his big dick swell up with hot erotic crimson blood, and then looked away, trying not to think about what she was being made to do.
"Gimme a tit," said the guard.
"What?" gasped Jenny in a fuffled, frightened voice.
"Use your tit, honey," demanded the guard. "I want to feel your tit on my dick. Didn't your old man ever show you that one? Come on, gimme some of that breast action-then you can blow me." He paused and added, sarcastically, "Starting now Mrs. Hornbelt."
Jenny felt the barrel of the submachine-gun press hard against her temple. She spread her mink coat open so that her breasts were nakedly exposed. They were burning with desire despite her feelings of being used and repulsed. No matter how she tried to tell herself that the man who's prick she now held in her hands was an animal it didn't stop her senses from responding.
Jenny hesitantly lifted one breast and stuck it out toward the guard's throbbing penis. She waited for his reaction, for indeed, she'd never before done such a thing for Len or for any other man. This was the first time for her.
"You're doing fine," said the guard in a trance-like voice. "Little lady, I think you're a natural."
Jenny's breast was pressing sideways along the buldging shaft of the guard's hotly throbbing cock. Her nipple was sliding along his stiff cock-shaft, with her supple breast rubbing alongside his dick-head.
"Oh, yeah, honey," he said, "that's just right. That's the way to make me get going real nice." Suddenly the man's penis pushed upwards totally inside Jenny's cleavage rubbing softly back and forth between the bases of the hillocks of soft flesh. The red hot tip scorched her left breast and his hairy balls rubbed on the underside of her right breast, his entire massive cock stretching lengthwise across Jenny's breasts.
"Please," she moaned, "I never...."
"You're doing fine," he said abruptly, and pushed her down on the bed so that her upper body was lying flat with her legs dangling over the side of the mattress. He pressed his turgid cock between her large breasts, rubbing back and forth her allready sweating chest.
Jenny moaned and complained in a breathy whisper that he was crushing her with his pumping, weighty hips, but it did no good-he ignored her pleas he kept jamming his hot, rubbery pole up and down between her breasts.
For a moment Jenny thought she was saved.
After all, if the guard ejaculate by rubbing his dick on her breasts, then she wouldn't have to take it into her mouth. It was better to be a little uncomfortable, she told herself, perhaps to have some of the guard's disgusting semen squirt out and hit her on the neck or on her breasts than to have to put that awful thing into her mouth. She thought to herself, as the red, hot pole continued to slide, as the guard continued rocking his crotch up and down and sideways on her breasts, that she was better off this way than she would have been had the guard followed through with his original plan.
But in the next instant Jenny was taken by surprise. First she felt something tender and hot press into her neck, and realized with a start that it was the guard's mushroom cock-head jamming forward at her throat. That first strange thrust on the outside seemed to foretell some awful fate for the inside of her throat. For the next stroke was not at her neck at all, but at her lips, and try as she might to turn her face, to shake free of the guard's hold, Jenny could not. She felt his fingers pressing on her chin, and then, against her will, he opened her mouth. Something filled the space between her lips and jammed hard at the roof of her mouth, something satiny and unexpected, and she knew that his rigidly throbbing cock was starting its merciless assault in her face. It traveled across her wet tongue, and though she gagged both with the tnougnt of the arrival of the ugly thing inside her innocent mouth, she could not seem to get loose or free from the impaling rod of flesh. It was sticking into her face, first through her lips, now filling her mouth, finally, as she thought she might gag, plowing deep into her throat. "Uuugghhh," she gurgled, trying to protest, but nothing else would come out. She'd tried to tell the guard that he was in no way going to make her suck his disgusting cock, but suddenly, when she opened her eyes and looked up at his hairy rolling belly she knew for a fact that there was no escape.
"Suck it," came the command from the guard. "Suck it like you own it, baby, or I'm going to blow your fucking brains out. Suck my dick, come on and do like I tell you!"
She gave way, letting her lips begin to roll wetly up and down his impaling cock-shaft. In an instant she'd lubricated his heated cock with a gush of her own saliva, spreading her glistening juices up and down the shaft of his grinding cock. Her lips ovaled around it and folded here and there, ending back to accommodate the action of the aroused, rock hard penis as it stroked from side to side, in and out of her mouth. Sometimes his cock tip would stop short of actually leaving Jenny's mouth, and she quickly learned that then was the time for her to apply her tongue to the underside of the crown, to go softly rubbing, too, at the ridge on the underside of the penis itself. And then, in the next instant, the mouth-filling cock rammed deep into her mouth all the way and slammed into the back of her throat, almost choking her as it filled the entrance to her esophagus with its spongy mushroom-shaped head. "Uuuhhh," she gurgled around the fleshy machine, and she tried to tell him that she could take no more of his cock into her mouth, that he was almost choking her now.
Jenny felt his strong fingers wrap around the nape of her perspiring neck. His hands pulled her mouth up and down over his throbbing cock, making her slide with her tongue whether she wanted to or not. Then suddenly the guard grunted and his rigidly spearing cock began to jerk in her mouth, and it seemed to grow even larger and longer. Jenny didn't know what was happening, and then the first squirt of his hot semen spewed against the back of her throat. The guard's hands tightened vise-like around her neck while his spasming prick shot out another spurt of his white-hot semen, filling her mouth with the viscous fluid. Jenny realized that in order to breathe and not to gag she was forced to swallow in rhythm with his coming. She nearly gagged at the thought of swallowing-but she had no choice. She quickly decided to swallow and get it over with as fast as possible.
A moment later it was all over and the guard collapsed, rolling off of her, withdrawing his deflating member with one quick tug. There was a smacking noise and his cock was out, free and clear of Jenny's moist lips.
"You did good, Mrs. Hornbelt," she heard him say, softer than he'd been up until that moment. "You did real fine." She heard him pulling up his pants, fastening his metal belt buckle. "I'll be sure to tell the boss what a polite and useful young lady you are when he asks. It'll be an A-plus letter of recommendation, Mrs. Hornbelt, one that your hometown teachers would be proud of. Why, I bet that even your old man, Len-"
"Please don't tell him," cried Jenny, suddenly opening her eyes and starting up off the bed. "Shut up-"
The guard grabbed his gun which he'd put down a moment before and shoved the barrel into Jenny's breasts. Her fur coat was open and the barrel landed where the guard's cock had been a few moments before. "Easy does it, Mrs. Hornbelt," he said. "Easy does it." Pressing her on one breast, he said, "you just rest easy, young lady, and things will be just fine for everyone. Just rest easy."
The guard backed off and stood with the gun pointed at her defenseless body. He opened the bedroom door as a second man peeked in. He was slightly red in the face, with eyes of envy and lust. "You two had a good time," he said. "I could hear you, Ralph. You had a good time, eh?"
The guard named Ralph snickered confidently. "Do me a favor, Jim," he said. "Get Mrs. Hornbelt some kleenex so she can wipe some of the cum off her face, and then tell the boss she's ready."
"You bet," answered Jim, his face a picture of anxious lechery. "Then it'll be my turn, right, Ralph. Then it'll be my turn, right?"
Jenny closed her eyes and prayed for mercy. "Oh, God, no," she moaned to herself. "Please ... no ... no more...."
"We'll see," Jenny heard Ralph tell the man outside. "Just do what I told you and then we'll see...."
CHAPTER THREE
Jenny leaned back against the headboard. She sat with her hands around her knees, and from time to time she worked on the cuticle of this or that toe.
The door sprang open and Ralph reappeared. He shut the door behind him as he approached the blonde. "Gimme the coat, Mrs. Hornbelt."
"No, not my coat," said Jenny, pulling the mink even tighter around her knees. "It's not so much to ask that you let me keep it. Leonard gave it to me last night for our anniversary, and now it's-"
"Here," said Ralph, putting down his machine gun and going through the bureau drawers. He pulled out a sweater and a pair of panties. "You put these on if you have to have something, but that's all. I want the coat. You don't need it right now, and the boss is going to be in here in a minute, and I want you to look like a tamed young girl-not like a ravished teenager."
Jenny protested but Ralph had his way. He took the coat from her and draped it over the bureau. As quickly as possible, Jenny slipped into the pink cashmere sweater and the lacy nylon panties. "These aren't mine," she protested. "They belong to Len's former wife. We just happen to be about the same size-lucky for me, I suppose." She had the panties up around her hips and she sat back down on the bed. "Now what!"
"Just sit tight," said the man named Ralph. He eyed Jenny's shapely thighs and smooth calves. "You've got nice legs, honey. That's good. We might just have another go at it, if you know what I mean. Wouldn't that be nice?"
The bedroom door opened. "I ought to-"
"Let me have her for a while," said Jim, the man who'd been standing outside the door. "I want to have some fun with this broad, too, you know." He shut the door behind him.
Jenny demanded to know what had happened to her husband. "He's in good hands," said Jim. "The boss is fixing him up just right so that we'll be able to keep you two company for about as long as necessary. Don't you worry about a thing, Mrs. Hornbelt. Everything's going to be just right." He smiled and took a few steps toward Jenny. She moved back on the bed, as though some sort of animal had approached her. "Nice legs," said Jim! "She's got such nice thighs. Look how pink she gets, too. I think this is gonna be fun." He rubbed his hands together and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come over here, Jenny, and let me have a better look at you."
"Please let go," she pleaded.
He reached out and took hold of her slender tanned ankle. His fingers felt like steel, where there was no relief from their tentacle-like grip. He pulled her closer and closer to him with one hand, and no matter how she tried to prevent it, she ended up next to him. He let loose of her leg and took her heavily around her small waist. "Don't worry," he said, his breath smelling of liquor, "everything's going to be just fine." Before she could resist he pressed his thick wet lips against her own, and his tongue came sliding into her mouth. She struggled to free herself from his grip-one hand around her waist, the other pinching at the nape of her neck-but she could not avoid kissing him for as long as she wanted. When he was nearly through with her mouth he choked off a fistful of her blonde mane somewhere around the back of her head and yanked her face away from his own. "Now you listen to me, rich bitch. I know you. I know your kind. You may get away with that little girl shit with your husband, but your going to have to put up with about anything in order to stay alive. I'm not going to ask you but once what I'm looking for-and if you don't come through, well, I'm going to have to do some mighty nasty things to your husband downstairs. Do I make myself clear?"
His face was only inches from Jenny's. She could not only hear his every word-though for the last part of his lengthly threat he was whispering-but she could smell them. She was fairly sure that the man was drunk, or very close to it, and she was also pretty sure that he meant everything he was saying. "Please let loose of my hair! It hurts!"
He gave her mane some play, and then, seeing that Jenny didn't try to get away, he let loose as she asked. He put his free hand down between her thighs and stroked her with the back of his hand, his long, thick digits caressing her legs, and then between her thighs, and slowly moving up to her panties, pressing against her moistly heated cuntal plane.
"I see you two are going to get along just fine, so I'll leave you alone to your own devices now. Be good to her, buddy. She's got to go a long way, if you know what I mean." He chortled and opened the bedroom door.
In the brief instant that the door swung open Jenny recognized her husband's voice, plaintively crying, " ... Oh, God, no ... No! ... please...." The door slammed shut.
"That's Leonard," cried Jenny. "What are you doing to him?
"Don't fret, little lady," said Jim, rubbing his unshaven face bristly against Jenny's smooth cheeks. "It's going to be alright-I promise you. In a little while I'll get your old man up here to say hello to you and you'll see that we keep our word. You understand? You just be good now for a little while and then we'll get everything in order and we'll see that you and your old man are reunited, as they say.
The man held Jenny's jaw firmly. He forced her mouth open again, and this time he stuffed his entire tongue inside. The wet, swabbing mouth muscle caressed the inside of Jenny's oral cave and reminded her of the many times her husband had insisted on French kissing. Only this time she had no choice in the matter. If she resisted, she knew some violent retribution awaited her. She gave way and accepted his pressing wet tongue as it drilled deep into her long narrow throat-despite her hatred of the man.
As he pulled away, Jenny swore at him under her breath: "You're a liar," she said. "You're not going to let us go. You're using us to get whatever you want, and then kill us. Isn't that so?"
"Mrs. Hornbelt," said Jim, his eyes darting left and right, "you better cooperate with me, or you're worrying about is likely to. You get my meaning? Now stop this chatter and do what I tell you to do."
Jenny shuddered to think what would come next. She had no idea what kind of sexual abuse the second guard would require her to perform. It occurred to her that by the time her husband and she were set free there would be very little purpose left in her living. Already she'd been forced into oral submission, and she suspected that Jim's sexual demands would be no less humiliating. A hot rush consumed her face. She glowed from the cheeks and a heat began to emanate from her chest. She could feel her thighs begin to quiver.
"Please," she said, "I don't want to die. Please, anything but that. I won't resist. I'm sorry."
"That's better," said Jim. He reached for Jenny's panties. She reached out to push him away, but she stopped herself and clenched her fists helplessly around the pillow behind her. He rolled the panties down off her thighs and feet. Her naked bush of sparse golden pubic hair was damp, still heated from her previous experience. No matter how she tried, it seemed that she just couldn't get that flow of her juices under control. They gushed despite her feelings of anger and hatred for the men who stole into the house at night and held her and her husband hostage. My vagina, she thought to herself, keeps flowing no matter what. It's like having a personal enemy besides these vicious bastards....
Jim pushed her down on the bed. "Lay flat. Hey, wait a second. Take off that sweater." She sat hesitantly and obeyed, pulling the cashmere wrapper over her head. Her voluptuous naked breasts shone bright and excited. Her nipples extended like little pencil erasers, and a fresh crop of goose bumps, climbed around her breasts. The rose-colored caps beamed outwards like bright headlamps. The areolas which circled the tips of Jenny's breasts were tingling with excitement. Even her breasts seem bent on betraying her! "Please be quick about it," Jenny begged. "I don't want to have to remember too much of this." She lay down obediently, awaiting to perform some unwanted chore for this strange man who now sat exactly where, hours before, her husband had held her close in his arms.
"Spread your thighs a little wider, baby," said Jim with a ring of lechery in his voice. He didn't give Jenny a chance to protest. He wrapped his tough fingers around her thighs and spread her crotch wide-open. Leaning down between her parted thighs sniffing at her mound, she could feel his nose going here and there, rubbing slightly, touching slightly, occasionally pressing into the closed fleshy breach of her labia. "What are you doing?" she asks tremulously. "Please stop that! Please ... please...."
"Shut-up," Jim snapped, his fingers getting dangerously close to her vagina.
She reached back behind her head and took hold of the bedboard, grabbing it so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She closed her eyes and did everything she could to tolerate without complaining the man's fondling of her inner thighs. "You're going to hurt me," she said without looking, and then she begged, "Please don't hurt me. Please."
"Stop your bitching and moaning," snarled Jim, lifting his face out from between Jenny's thighs, "or I'll give you a beating so you'll really have something to complain about. Now shut-up." He went back to fondling her thatched mound, working his fingers up and down in the curly pubic patch. "I'm going to see you get nice and juicy, doll-face, and then I'm going to have some real fun."
Despite her intention to do otherwise, Jenny opened her eyes and watched the man closely. His fingers stretched around the fleshy entrance to her cunt, and they worked, v-like, up and down in a steady massage. The rubbing around her labia was somehow irresistible, and a moment later she realized that she was feeling desire and that her nipples had become sharp points.
His assaulting finger spread her cunt-lips open. He inserted his finger between the moistly damp leaves of labia flesh, searching around inside Jenny's vaginal cave.
She could feel her traiterous vagina beginning to contract involuntarily, getting ready for sex, and she could feel the man's finger probing lewdly deep inside her most secret spot. He spread the oily juices from inside her quivering vagina around between her thighs, and it seemed to her, even in her anxious state of unwanted erotic heat, that the man was more perverse than she originaly took him to be. "My God," she complained, "what are you doing? Haven't you done enough already?"
"Shut up!" commanded Jim. Not another word. You let me get you going the way I like to get going and we'll get along fine. You give me a hard time, and so help me God, it'll be rough on everybody-including your husband." With that he stood up and undressed, unleasing from his shorts an already rigidly beast-like cock which made her gasp. She lay back fearfully, hoping that she would not have to tolerate more than a second or two of this massive cock. She tried to tell herself that it would be over in a jiffy, that the act itself would take no time at all.
Jim climbed down on top of her, and Jenny could feel his protuberant rod resting between her thighs where he had wetted her legs with her own juices. She moaned briefly.
The feel of his body against her own supple flesh was much different than which accompanied the same activities performed by her husband. Where Len was softer, more gently, this man, Jim, was harder, steely, and his hands-this was a key difference-as they toured her shoulders or squeezed her breasts, they were abrasive because of calluses....
"Put your arms around me," Jim suddenly demanded.
Jenny was repulsed by the notion. But she submitted with a sigh and put her hands around the man's body, holding him loosely while he continued to pump and slide his organ against her firm, smooth thighs. She could feel his knob-like cock-head pressing closer and closer to her labia, and wondered when the man was going to penetrate those sacred gates and fill her lower body full with his massive cock.
"Take hold of my rear end," he told her. "Squeeze it. When I tell you, do it hard. I want this to be good."
Reluctantly, with her eyes closed, gasping only on occasion, Jenny did as the man said. She wrapped her fingers around his buttocks and lightly held them as they bobbed up and down, pushing his turgid cock between her oiled thighs, into the saddle of her loins. "Oh, God, yes," she heard him moan in a repressed whisper in her ear, "yes, baby, I like that, yes ... now ... harder, now ... NOW!"
She did as he bid him, squeezed his rocking buttocks harder. And instantaneously she felt his squirting hot cum spreading out in a wet sticky mess along the tops of her thighs and down between her loins. She let loose of his muscular buttocks and laid her hands out to the side. He continued rocking and weaving his hips up and down on the fleshy platform. She could feel his stiff cock-head rubbing on her smooth skin, pumping out just a few more drops of his semen onto her firm warm thighs. "Ohhh," she sighed incontrollable for an instant, and then she sealed off her tiny voice with the back of her hand and rolled her face which had a contorted expression from side to side. "When will he stop," she asked herself. "He should be done by now."
At that moment, Jim climbed off of her legs. She looked down to where the mini-puddle of grey-white semen had gathered in a small hollow between her legs. It was warm. She reached down with one finger and touched the silky, soon-to-be sticky juice.
"Clean yourself up, Mrs. Hornbelt," he told her firmly. "I want you to be ready to move."
"What? What are you talking about?" she asked quickly. "What do you mean, 'move'?"
"We're not staying here," he said, pulling up his trousers and buckling his belt. "Is that so hard to understand? We're going to a different part of Timberline."
"Will I get to see my husband?" asked Jenny. "Where's Len?"
"He's downstairs," said Jim. "Just get yourself together, honey, and then we'll talk about your husband."
After he left the rqom, Jenny looked furtively around for Kleenex. She found nothing that would do the job. So instead she used the sheets from the bed. She cleaned her thighs with the linen, wiping off his sticky juices which were dripping from her thighs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she wondered what to do next. Then she heard footsteps coming up the staircase. Quickly, she slipped into her panties and searched the bureau for something to cover her legs. She found a pair of tight faded jeans and slipped into them. Then she put on that same pink cashmere sweater and sat back down on the edge of the bed.
The bedroom door swung open. It was the leader. "It's good that your dressed," he said simply. "We're leaving this place now."
"Where are we going?" Jenny asked quickly.
"Never mind that," he said, stepping out of the room. Jenny heard muffled voices, and then one thing emerged clearly: "Gag her." A moment later Jim and Ralph came back into the room. Jenny's skin chilled with the thought of something stuffed into her mouth so that she could not breathe. Her face paled as they took her off the bed and stood her up in front of the bureau. "Now, now, Mrs. Hornbelt," said one of the men, "it's only a little protection, that's all. Don't fight it. It's for your own good." They tied a rope around her chest, under her breasts, and tied it off around her arms behind her back. Then they stuffed her mouth with cotton rags and a sock so that she could barely breathe. Finally, they tied her hands together. She could move only her feet. She looked at the men and felt entirely helpless. "You know," said Ralph, "I think this is what we should have done to her first. Then all the rest would have been a lot easier, eh?" Jim nodded and extended two fingers to Jenny's left breast. Her eyes followed his thick digits to her breast. She turned bright red and her brow broke out in perspiration. He started to pull on her full breast, on the nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Even through the cashmere it was the kind of a touch that provoked Jenny's innermost drives. Had she not been gagged she'd have bit the man's knuckles.
Just then the door opened and the leader smiled and said, "Not now boys. There'll be plenty of time for that later. We have to move these two right now. Let's get the show on the road." Ralph smiled and nodded, and then he took Jenny by the shoulder: "Did you hear that, little Mrs. Hornbelt? There'll be plenty of time for that later! Ha, ha, ha! Lot's and lot's of time for that later...." Jenny's heart raced as the two men shoved her forwards on her way to where she did not know.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jenny's spine turned to electricity, a thousand volts worth, as Ralph pressed his fingers to the base of her back and rubbed mildly while pushing her forward out of the bedroom. She could not explain the strange tingle she felt upon being caressed while tied and gagged, when her mind should have been on her husband, Leonard, held captive somewhere downstairs. "Please," she would have said if the gag were not in her mouth, "please untie me and let me go so that I don't have to think about these sexual things ... Please let me consider all of this some other time when I can deal with it...."
Ralph shoved again. Jim took her by the arm, his fingers clutching at her soft skin through the cashmere sweater. Another hand formed an imprint on her behind, a five-fingered pressing of her buttocks, and shoved her forward toward the head of the stairs.
"Should we blindfold her?" asked Jim, looking at Ralph who rested comfortably in the sofa in front of the hearth.
"It's not necessary right now," he said, extending his foot and pressing the hell of his shoe into Leonard Hornbelt's face. "I don't think these two are going to say anything to anyone." Ambassador Hornbelt attempted to roll away from his captor's sadistic boot, but there was no escaping it. Jenny saw her husband's eyes roll with terror as the leader stood up and pointed at her. "There's your lovely little mid-Western wife, Mr. Hornbelt. See her coming down the stairs? We've got her all tied up and ready for a handy-dandy roasting. We've been having some fun-' For some reason he stopped. He looked at Jenny and something in her face told him that he was going too far, that he was telling too much. There was no need, her face told the criminals's leader, to discontinue miserable details of their abusive behavior. "Well, never mind all of that," said the leader, "we'll just have to tell you about it some other time." He reached down and pulled Len up off the floor, made him stand upright. "Now," he told Ralph and Jim, "now is the time for the blindfolds."
The two henchmen came forward and with a couple of dark herchiefs. "These will do just fine," said the man they called boss. He took one of the kerchiefs and wrapped it around Jenny's eyes. "You just stick with me, little darling," he hissed in her ear, "and everything's going to be alright." Jenny felt another charge of super-energy go racing up her spine. She hated him for the awful and abusive behavior he'd let loose in the Timberline retreat. Apparently, he the "boss" saw the look of contempt in Jenny's cool blue eyes, for he said softly, "Now, now, it hasn't been that bad so far. Just take it easy."
Ralph finished blindfolding Mr. Hornbelt who until then couldn't keep his eyes off young Jenny. She'd seen him looking and knew that he was wondering what sorts of defiling acts had been performed on her body in the upstairs bedroom. She could see that he was scared, too, and considered that this was a luxury emotion, one that neither of them could afford just then. They had to be cool, Jenny told herself as she was pressed forward and told to walk across the room without being able to see anything. She would have to remain calm and collected, she coached herself, for only in that way would she get some opportunity for revenge against these savages who had molested and brutalized her husband.
Outside the cabin she and Len were left standing right next to each other. Gagged and blindfolded, they barely knew that they were standing side by side. But Len sensed something, and Jenny knew it, too. She shuffled sideways and felt her husband's arm against her own. She murmured in her gag something barely audible and that gave Leonard cause to murmur back. It was the only communication they'd been able to have since waking up that morning.
The next thing she knew, she was being hustled into the backseat of a car. Len was directed around the other side and Jim got in alongside him. Up front, apparently, was the leader-someone called him Kurt-and Ralph.
"Just a little ride through the woods, kids," said Kurt, "and then we'll be able to take those blindfolds off. We don't want you to be uncomfortable, but it's a precaution, you know. Just to be sure that in case you get out from under my thumb you're a little lost. You know what I mean? Standard kidnapping procedure, I'd say. Make a right, Ralph."
The car swerved and Jenny felt her breasts swing with the sharp turn. Her breast came sideways against someone as she settled back into place. "Oh, God," she moaned to herself, "how can people sink so low...." She suffered through the rest of the ride by trying to pretend that she was a little girl again, that she was enjoying her first visit to Timberline, and by remembering how just a day or so before she'd enjoyed the freedoms and privileges of being a diplomat's wife." Which, of course, brought her back full circle to thinking about her wonderful fur coat. She wondered momentarily if the kidnappers had brought it along, and then, with a tremor of fear, she considered that it really didn't matter if she had her coat or not. She probably wouldn't ever see it again.
Just then the car pulled to a brisk stop. Jenny could smell the dust which rose up from the skidding wheels. "I don't know, boss," said Ralph, "if we should take the old road and or go by the south end of the lake."
Kurt replied sharply: "Take the quickest road possible. Let's go now." The car started up and they were off. Moments later they pulled up in front of some sort of house-Jenny could tell by the approach they made-and, just as suddenly as they'd been blind-folded before, they were now permitted to see around them.
Outside of the car was, sure enough, a cabin of some sort, much smaller than Ambassador Hornbelt's place, much more isolated, too. The entire area was surrounded by large trees, it looked as if it would be impossible to find unless one knew for a fact that it was there.
Jenny glanced to her right, and saw that her husband's blindfold was only partially removed. She mumbled through the gag and Jim took a moment to fix Mr. Hornbelt's eyes. Now he could see Jenny, too. They looked like a couple of frightened rabbits, but Jenny, of the two of them, had clearly gained more control over her feelings. Just as she was about to mumble to Len, her side of the car opened and Jim took her by the arm. "Come on, you little bitch, let's get you inside for some more tasty treats, eh?" He cackled and dragged Jenny out from the backseat. She made a mental note to herself that if she got the chance, this man would be the first to go.
He shoved her forwards by grabbing her buttocks with one hand and steering her by the arm. "Just a friendly little helpful hand from your old buddy," he continued, pushing her up the stairs that way, like wheeling a wheelbarrow, and Jenny felt a fresh blush coming to her face. The feel of Jim's hand rubbing against buttocks, squeezing them as he forced her up the porch stairs, gave her a sensuous thrill despite her anger.
Jenny turned away from his buttock-squeezing fingers and looked at her husband who was being pulled out of his side of the car. Kurt had him by the arm on one side, and Ralph had him by the other. They pulled him toward the porch steps. "What's she staring at?" demanded Kurt. "Get her inside."
Jim took Jenny by the hair and pulled her forward into the cabin. "You just stick with me," he told her, "and you won't get hurt. You put yourself going in the wrong direction, though, and it's going to snag that lovely mane of yours." He continued pulling and Jenny was forced to follow him. She was thinking about how the man didn't have to be so brutal. She understood that there were political realities which made her life and her husband's work somewhat precarious, but none of it justified such brutal treatment. And then she realized, suddenly, that she did not know why and for what reason exactly these men had chosen to hold her and Len captive. It was kidnap-that much she knew for sure.
Jim shoved her hard across the living room before she could think about it any more. He pushed her from behind and again took charge of her rear end with his big kneading fingers. She could feel his hand squeezing and rolling her buttocks, and though she vaguely liked the feel of her backside getting pressed, she hated the source of the thrill, the man who gave it to her. "I'll kill him," she told herself. "I'll get loose and I'll kill him...."
He pushed her into the most remote room of the house. Then he untied her gag and for the first time in an hour Jenny breathed freely. The man finally released her hands and arms, taking the rope from around her torso, Jenny leapt for his throat with both of her hands and made an effort to scratch at his face.
"You fucking cunt," Jim hollered, jumping back. "You damned fucking bitch!! I'll beat the fucking shit out of you!"
He pulled her off his neck, and shoved her back onto the bed. But Jenny was feisty and getting shoved around at this point in the game wasn't about to convince her. Finally, on her second attack on the man, he gave way and let her have it hard and fast, across the jaw. She was stunned and fell in a slump on the side of the bed and onto the floor. She lay there, crumpled up like a pile of old laundry, holding her chin and wondering what had happened. It was almost ludicrous. "You just sit there, lady, and if you try anything like that again, you be prepared to get socked in the mouth, not on the jaw. I mean it-I'll take out a couple of those white teeth of yours the next time." He left her alone in the windowless cabin room and locked the door behind him.
Jenny collected herself. It had been foolish to attack. She rubbed her jaw and convinced herself of this. The ropes, now removed from around her torso, had left some sort of hurt below her breasts. She lifted her sweater to inspect her chest, to see if there were any marks. Standing, she looked at herself in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. Her breasts were unmarked, but noticed one place where there was a mild rope bum. Otherwise, she was entirely clean. She pulled her pink cashmere sweater down over her breasts to cover her belly.
She mumbled to herself, "If only I could stick my nails into his eye ... then he'd have been sorry about feeling me up that way...." She tried the door handle but it was locked tight. She felt like a prisoner, and it dawned on her that this was exactly the case. Her every move was controlled by someone other than herself, and that was the very meaning of prison-she had no self-control. Her body belonged entirely to these kidnappers. She no longer had any will of her own.
She sat on the edge of the bed and wondered what to do next. She heard sounds of someone getting beaten. She jumped up from the side of the bed like a cat about to strike and hammered her fists on the bedroom door. "Let me out of here. Do you hear me? Let me out of here. I want to talk to you. Let my husband alone. Let me out of here!"
The sounds of the beating ceased temporarily. Jenny stepped back from the door and prepared to run through, to charge at anyone who would dare to stop her from running to her husband's aid. The door opened and she started forward. Before she was stopped-two feet into her run-she caught sight of Leonard, his cheeks bleeding, his left eye black-and-blue and badly swollen. He sat in a chair at the far end of the main room of the cabin. His shirt was torn open and his head hung low, practically to his chest. His arms and hands were tied behind his back to the chair. He looked up at her for an instant, and he started to say something, but the leader, Kurt, stepped in the way. Jenny couldn't hear Len, but she knew he was concerned for her. Then she was forced back into the bedroom, this time by Ralph.
"Right this way, Mrs. Hornbelt," he said sternly, taking her forcefully under the arms and shoving her like a complaining child back into the room. He had her from behind and he took advantage of the proximity. His hands squeezed her breasts as he pulled her into the room and tossed her onto the bed. "Shut the door, Jim," he told the other henchman. "I'm going to need some privacy here."
The face of the blonde-haired young woman showed anger and terror.
"I'm afraid, little lady, that it'll take a lot more than a treat from someone so pretty as yourself to slow-down the likes of me-. You just be good, now, you hear, and do what I say and we'll get along.
Jenny looked him in the eye. He was coming at her like a charging bull. His head was bent low, and his shoulders seemed to widen. She wished for a minute that she had something, anything, that she might use for a weapon, and it was clear to her in that instant how she'd have attached.
He had her by the arms, as he pulled her up off the bed into his embrace and thrust his tongue forcefully between her unwilling lips. Try as she might to resist his driving tongue, she could not keep it from entering her mouth. It worked like some sort of mechanical piston, hard and intent on filling her mouth.
The feel of that snake-like rubbery wet organ sliding between her lips nauseated Jenny. It wasn't that she was afraid of the man anymore, but of what he would do next.
She tried to pound with her fists, to resist with her knees, but he had her and held her at such an angle that her efforts were efectiveless. Her legs slowly spread as his knee worked steadily up between her thighs. Soon he climbed with that same upper leg into the narrow space right next to her loins and mound. His leg rubbed and worked on Jenny's pussy. It worked to stimulate in her lower pelvis the feelings of desire which she had long denied both her husband and herself. "Stop it," she quietly whispered in the kidnapper's ear as he took her forcibly down on the bed and kept her legs spread apart.
"Yes," he said, "your begging to like it I see. It's just this kind of thing that makes a bitch like you a tasty piece, honey. You love it and you'll, never admit it until it's too late. So just give in now, honey, because, you know what? It's already too late." He planted his tongue deep inside her mouth and swabbed indelicately at Jenny's own withdrawn tongue. His Frenching technique both disgusted and excited her to the point where her confusion began to give way to passion.
"You're mean," she scolded him slightly, but no longer was there any fury in her anger. Rather, she was, slowly but surely, despite the fact that her husband was in the other room, despite the fact that Ralph was the enemy, giving way to her traitorous emotions. She was becoming excited by the feel of the man's thigh rubbing between her own legs, driving forward against her mound, pressing near to her buried lips and making her feel things which were reserved normally for lovers.
"Oh, God," she cried softly, submitting to the force of the man's urges. Willingly, for the first time, she turned her neck sideways and allowed him to kiss her there, his lips pulling at the tender skin of her tanned throat, sucking a slight, ruby hickey into the flesh.
His knee came up high between her spread legs. As she felt the top of the rippling muscle pressing tenderly against the tight folds of her levis, Despite the coarseness feeling of his jeans, she could feel her juices beginning to seep out from the tantalizing rubbing his pumping let was forcing on her. She reached out behind herself for something to latch onto, anything, a pillow, a part of the mattress, the headboard, and ended flailing with nothing to give her support.
"A mare in heat," mumbled Ralph, whispering and blowing hot air into Jenny's reddening ear. "You really do get going when you let yourself, don't you?"
She thrust upwards with her hips in the hopes of shoving him off and away, but the movement of her lower body only served to stimulate Ralph's interest. He shot one hand down between their two heating, clothed bodies and searched there for the snap which guarded her precious supple loins and crotch. An instant later he had his fingers between her smooth belly and the waistline of the levis and pulled downwards so as to pop the snap and unzip the trousers with one quick, deft stroke.
The sound of the button clicking open alarming Jenny. "Oh, God ... please...." she continued to beg in a small, ardent voice. But her plea went unnoticed as Ralph continued to work his hand down over her smooth legs. She felt his fingers go crawling between her hot thighs, along what, had it not been for the panties, it would have been her labia, she sensed his hand feeling to see if she was wet there.
"Let's just test a little," he said, slipping one finger between her loins and panties into the hidden regions of her hairy now wet crotch. Her pussy was entirely vulnerable now, to his intrusive finger now plunging closer and grinding hard, at the flesh of her smooth wet loins. Jenny could sense that in another minute that his menacing finger would most likely be replaced with something far more terrifying and that her resistance would be much weaker. She would have begged for mercy, but she knew that Ralph, who was breathing harder and faster now, panting breathlessly in her ear, would ignore her.
His finger arrived at the labia and touched her cunt-lips with a single, long provoking jab. Jenny's heart nearly leaped out of her chest when the digit started forward, sliding into the unpenetrated portion of her vagina. "You mustn't," she started to say, but it was no good. She felt his knuckle rub and press slightly on her extended twitching clitoris, and she knew that she would only be able to complain and resist in voice, that her body was becoming her enemy, giving up to the charging digit, giving way to the desires of the criminal, submitting. The probing digit filled her narrow hot wet tunnel within seconds, and the tip of the finger pressed into the remote back wall.
"Good," grunted Ralph in Jenny's ear, "that's the way we like to see things-nice and wet." He extracted his digit from Jenny's boiling cunt and used both hands to begin rolling down her panties. "No sense in getting started here if we can't quite finish up, eh? We don't want to be bothered by any foolish levis and panties, now, do we?" He cackled and continued rolling her panties downwards, peeling them down her thighs.
Jenny's squirming seemed to set something off in the man. "I know just the thing for you," he said. He stood up rising off of her body and smiled. "You just stay put for a second, little one, and I'll be right back to make things a lot easier for both of us." Jenny had no idea why the man had left her there on the bed so suddenly. She collected herself and started to put her clothes back on. But the door opened, and he leaned his head back in: "Oh, by the way, don't bother getting dressed again. It won't do you any good."
Jenny sat back on the bed with her panties down around her feet and her levis in a pile nearby. She hardly knew what to do. She felt her forehead where she was sweating. Ralph came back into the room carrying ropes. "This is going to make all the difference in the world," he said. "We're going to tie you up just right, and then you'll enjoy yourself a little more."
Jenny sat back and shook her head in terror.
Ralph laughed savagely, sitting on the side of the bed. "Let me have your hands."
Jenny resisted but he grabbed her wrist and lassoed it with the rope. He forced her hand back behind her head and tied it off against the bed post. Jenny writhed like a fish out of water.
"Now the other hand," said the man. "We have to be sure, now, don't we?" He smiled as he strapped her other hand and wrist to the back of the bed. He then took her ankles, lassoed them both, and stretched the ends apart, one foot to one bed post, one to the other. She was spreadeagled on the bed, her body naked except for the pink cashmere sweater. "You know," said the kidnapper, "I think that I forgot something." He smiled again and came over to Jenny with a knife which appeared from out of nowhere. "I forgot to take off your sweater." Like skinning some sort of small animal, he quickly cut off the sleeves of Jenny's sweater, and then made one long slice up the front of the soft, silky thing. He removed the pieces. Jenny was left totally nude.
She cried to him, but he just laughed softly and continued with his own disrobing.
A moment later he turned around completely nude. "Tell me you aren't just thrilled, Jenny, to have such a wonderful fellow as myself to keep you company right now, eh?" He laughed at his own vanity.
Jenny stared up at the man's curly black hair, and she made a note of his deeply-set dark eyes. She wondered if there was anything in his brain besides pure unadultereated lust. He came forward and lowered one hand to her naked breast. A quick chill of goose bumps, popped up on her breasts. She couldn't keep track of herself. Even though she wanted to be as stubborn as could be, her body was giving way to the natural emotions promoted with a touch to the breast. "Please," she started to say, but he leaned down and touched the tip of his tongue to the end of her naked nipple before anything else could be said. "Oh, God," muttered Jenny who watched his long wet tongue lick across her naked breast. "I wish...."
He sucked up the single right nipple between his lips, and he rolled it from side to side. He used his tongue to wet it. A charge of electric-like energy went shooting through Jenny's spine. Even though she was tied down she made an effort to move her body sideways and away from the man. But he gently pressed his fingers around her breast and pulled her down within proper range. He leaned over her breast and sucked up the mammary with surprising tenderness.
Jenny watched his tongue circle her nipple. First he licked the tingling cap, and then he began rolling his tongue up and down her extended, excited nipple. Soon enough he proceeded to suck on the side of the hillock, working her full breast with just his tongue. A coating of goose bumps trailed around behind his tongue wherever it traveled on her breast. She rolled her shoulders from side to side. Ralph continued to enjoy licking her responding breasts, making her nipples stand on end, and, from time to time, kneading one of them with his hungry wet lips. "You know," he told Jenny in a lecherous whisper, "a girl like you shouldn't stay married to a horny old ambassador. Why are you doing it? You ought to be out on the town, honey. You ought to be out seeing the world and having some fun with some real men. You take me and Kurt."
"We go out and have our jollies. We don't bother staying cooped up and not enjoying life. There's plenty to do, a whole world of people worth getting to know. And we don't bother having to work to get our money, either." He leaned down against her other breast, laying his unshaven cheek sideways on Jenny's soft breast. He rubbed back and forth and spoke to the other breast. Jenny could feel his hot breath blowing on her nipple. "We go out and get what we want from this world, me, Kurt and Jim. We have our fun, you know? We do what we need to get what we want." He applied his hand to the breast in front of him. Slowly but surely he began kneading it, rolling the mammary flesh with his five fingers, milking the responsive flesh into a thrilling tingle.
"Well, enough of my philosophy," said Ralph. "It's time you got a little eat-out going in your cunt, eh?"
"Oh, God, no," she gasped. "How can you? Don't you understand? I've never let anyone ever do that to me. Not even Len-"
"Ah-ha!" he exclaimed. "Then I was right! You and that old man haven't been getting it on all that well, have you?", He patted her supple thigh and smoothed the downy skin of her loins in a suddenly absent-minded manner. "Isn't that something," he mused, his fingers traveling softly from the inside of her knee up to her delicate furry mound. "You and the diplomat haven't had any sucking, eh? What a shame that I'm going to be the first instead of him."
He climbed around Jenny's spread thighs and rested on his knees between her legs. He had just the right angle for eating her out, and he lowered himself in close, between her legs.
She could feel his panting breath as he inspected her glistening vagina. His fingers were peeling her labia back and apart. His digits rubbed on her smoothly oiled pussy-lips, and no amount of concentration on Jenny's part could keep her reluctant cunt from starting to softly secrete lubrient. It seemed that she had no control over her own vagina, and that the man was going to get from her just about everything that he wanted. Her wrists strained at the bonds with the thought of what was about to happen.
She lifted her head so that she could look down between her legs to where Ralph was rubbing his face with one hand. It seemed he didn't know where to begin. His mouth was only inches from Jenny's nakedly exposed cunt. She could feel him exhaling on her cunt. His fingers held her lips open, and his panting was like some strange exotic stimulation.
He leaned forward with his tongue out and touched her two labia lips. The juices there responded with a slight, invisible but succulent gush. The coating of clitoral oils spread like a thin ooze. Jenny could feel herself dripping in anticipation. Ralph's tongue slid neatly into place deep up inside her.
Ralph slipped his hand under Jenny's rear end. He held her two cushiony ass-cheeks with his rolling fingers and tantalized her back end while continuing to tongue in her vagina.
She could say no more. The feel of-his long wet tongue sliding obscenely into her narrow juicing canyon was overwhelmingly sensuous. It unleashed some animal-like craving from deep within her loins, and she could no longer fight back. It came quickly to the surface in the form of a steady, pulsing and undulating gushing which her conscious mind could not possibly control. It was like an ardently spewing geyser, erupting, spraying off in unison with the swabbing, rhythmic tongue which ignited her short-fused clitoris and touched off this incredibly sensuous explosion.
For a minute she thought her body was going to come apart at the seams. She wanted to spread her thighs wider, to bend her knees upwards, and she felt her hungering vagina wanting more of a stuffing from the licking tongue. She came very close to calling out to her abductor, "Oh, do it harder," but when the words went zooming across her brain she realized that they were meant for some other man, for someone who'd asked permission, who'd courted her-not for the heathen who'd forced his way into her mouth and her vagina in the most hideous way possible. For him she could only feel contempt-no matter how hot and excited her luscious flesh became, no matter how ardent and gushing her pussy appeared.
Jenny realized, suddenly, that the licking tongue had stopped and that the passion had momentarily come to an end. She was tempted to ask why, to make a demand for more, but she remembered her mental contempt for the kidnapper. She pened her eyes, and witnessed for herself the reason that he'd stopped licking her out.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his cock in his hands. He held it sometimes with two hands, other times with just one, and he pumped it up and down. "Look," he said, looking lecherously at her naked breasts and her belly and then at her defenseless mound, "What do you think of it" as he continued to massage his turgid cock.
Somehow, though there was so visible difference in his demeanor, he'd achieved what he wanted. He stopped using his hands-there had been no tell-tale ejaculation-and he climbed back down between Jenny's legs. Against her pussy-lips she felt the steady wet pressure, once again, of Ralph's slopping wet tongue. His lips surrounded her, rubbing them up and down wetting them until his saliva was thoroughly mixed with her flowing juices.
"Oh, God...." Jenny cried out softly, praying that she would not give way again to the desires stimulated in her vagina by the criminal's sucking lips. But despite herself, her mound began to swell with passion and her hips involuntarily rocked left and then right taking on a steady, pulsing rhythm which perfectly matched the sliding tongue moving between her juicy labia. Every stroke of the man's long wet rubbery tongue brought another hefty lurch from Jenny's twisting thighs and girating hips. Her cunt was suddenly out of control, contracting on its own, giving way with muscular contortions inside which Jenny had never before know possible. The swabbing tongue and rolling fingers, still at work on her loins and her buttocks increased the intensity of the man's lewd oral seduction.
A moment later, as her butter little clitoris seemed about to explode, Ralph suddenly pulled his tongue away from her cunt, leaving Jenny lying there moaning and helplessly tied to the ends of the bed. He stood over in a corner of the room with his back to her, and inspected himself. After a moment he turned around and told her flat out:
"Alright, enough of this fooling around. You're going to get the real McCoy."
"What? Oh, no," she cried. "Please. No one's done that before. I mean, none of you have...."
"Until just now," he said, climbing onto the side of the bed. "It's going to be nice, Mrs. Hornbelt. Just try to enjoy yourself. I'm gonna climb right up here and give this little gash of yours just the plowing it needs. You're going to have yourself some fun whether you like it or not." His hands worked quickly between her legs, streaming across her furry bush, rubbing her labia with the fingers pointed downwards. "This is the kind of juicy stuff I've been wanting to have on my cock for about the last twenty minutes, Mrs. Hornbelt. I think we're just about ready." He took Jenny's cunt-juice on his fingers and spread it up and down his prick. "Oh, yeah," he said, "now I can tell for sure. We're going to have a lot of fun. Oh, yes ... a whole bunch...." She watched his lecherous eyes and knew that here would be no stopping him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jenny closed her eyes and thought back to the first time she ever had anything at all to do with something sexual. She was a youngster, and even then she had well developed breasts. Her pubic hairs had come in early, so early that other girls in her gym class thought she was a bit strange. But for her age of 11 she seemed ready for sex.
One afternoon when walking home from school especially late she walked through what she thought was the empty hallway leading from the front of the house to the back and turned the corner. Even now, as she lay naked and strapped in bed, about to be raped by a criminal, she could vividly picture the memory of her mother and father sprawled out along the hallway, her mother's legs open wide and her father's hard, red pumping buttocks tossing and twisting at her genital area.
"Mom!" she hissed, and she quickly covered her mouth, wishing that she had not made a sound.
But it was too late. Her mother had heard her, and her father turned suddenly, "Jenny! What the hell? I thought you said she wasn't due home for another...." Her father ranting, her mother moaning and hovering in the corner, half-naked, her skirt still riding her hips, and her father threatening to punish the young girl with a short leather strap. She would never forget that, how she'd had to undress in front of them both and show her bare cheeks so that she could be humiliated with a spanking.
When it was over, when her once creamy white buttocks were slightly bruised she went to her room and locked herself in. Because her bottom was sore she rolled onto her belly, when she stretched out in bed, and worked a hand down between her thighs, there to go playing with her small, wet cunt. "If I'm going to be punished," she determined, "then I'll do something which deserves it...."
And that was her first experience with masturbating. It made her feel vile and empty, and she never forgot the terrifying guilt which went with the finger-fucking. But that didn't stop her from going back for more of her fringe-pubes. It wasn't long before she learned what an orgasm was, and what climax meant, and how she could get herself steamy wet in her little vagina just by rubbing and working her clitoris. A year after she began masturbating, just before she turned thirteen, she was ready for something other than her finger-fucking experiences.
But that was a long time coming, that something extra, and it wasn't until she turned eighteen, in her last year of high school, that she endulged herself and allowed a particular boy to do more than kiss her. Not that she didn't enjoy this or that fellow's advances, not that she didn't let some of them get a little further than others-the way a nice girl does-but not until Jeff came along would she even consider the notion of going all the way.
Jeff was special, he deserved special considerations. Jenny gave him all of that and more. He was her first. It happened in his car just the way she knew it would, and it was twice as exciting as anyone at school ever said it would be. Maybe it was because Jenny had done so much masturbating, or maybe it was because she'd waited so long for Jeff to come along, but whatever the reason, she enjoyed her first time as much as she enjoyed her first kiss.
Jeff had said to her that night, just before he started kissing her in the front seat of his car, "If I were a few years older, Jenny, I'd want to get married to you. Did you know that? I would."
She nodded and blushed because it was true, she did know that, and she looked out of his front windshield, away from Jeff, down out over the nighttime city, and watched the glittering green and red and white dots which made up the starry sea of urban streets and houses and boulevards. Everything was miniature for they were parked on the highest hill of the city. The entire city lay at their feet.
Without preparation, Jeff reached around and took her by the nape and gouged into her face with his tongue. He filled Jenny's mouth with one long super-French kiss. His commanding tongue took charge of her face, inspected the inside of her oral cavity, and landed wagging in the narrow back hollow just before her esophagus.
She returned the powerful tongue kiss with her own and pressed her lips tight against Jeff's mouth. She felt his hands go wandering down her shoulders. He held her tightly in his arms, her chest began to swell with desire, heaving upwards against his muscular torso. She knew that she would let him have her, that she would go all the way if he asked tonight.
His hands slid down her blouse and into her skirt, into the waistline and under her panties into the area of her silky mound, feeling up around her tightly curled bush he spreading her lips so that a single tough, phallic finger could go momentarily grinding and sliding into her wet fleshy breach. She had her skirt over her hips with her panties down around her feet. Her legs were spread wide apart, the supple flesh of her loins shimmered in the moonlight, and Jeff's extended finger was jamming pole-like into and out of her pussy. She didn't know if she liked it or not, but she knew one thing for sure: she couldn't stop him no matter what happened.
Soon she was on her back, her buttocks sticky and sweaty on the vinyl seat covers, and Jeff was taking down his pants. "No, darling, no," she moaned, but in her heart it was a Yes, Yes, Yes. With his pants down he leaned forward, taking her all at once in his arms and pressing his hips down between her comely thighs until his throbbing young penis pressed against the entrance to her virginal pussy. Spreading her lips and starting forward, he had finally entered her. "Oh," she cried out at the first strange touch of his muscular cock drilling into her cunt like tempered steel. It was the kind of a flesh injection that she would never forget, never, no matter where she went, no matter what ever happened to her ... And then Jeff suddenly flinched in her arms and something hot and warm began squirting in her pussy hole, and she knew that it was the stuff which girls called cum. She knew that this was it, he was having his ejaculation, and that there was no stopping anything; in fact, it was very nearly all over.
A moment later the feeling of something having filled her body for a brief moment left her feeling empty and hollow, and her no-longer-virginal pussy was wet with his semen, but she was no longer a virgin, that all of that teenager stuff was now behind her ... and that time with Jeff had been the first time, the first time ever with a man.
Two years later she had broken up with Jeff for another fellow entered her life. In fact, she broke off with the second boy and vowed never to fool around on a man again. That was when she moved to Washington. A month later she met Ambassador Hornbelt and soon thereafter became his devoted wife....
"Please," cried Jenny, opening her eyes on the present horrifying scene in front of her, "please, won't you listen to me for a minute. Won't you just let me tell you something. Look, where can I go? I'm tied up here. You've got my hands strapped to the bed, and my ankles, and there's no place for me to get away to. Won't you just listen to me for a minute?"
"I've got a hard-on, honey. Why should I listen to you right now? Why don't you talk to me after we're through?" He smiled and started settling down onto her body, his spear-like muscle well-prepared for the up and coming assault.
"No, no," she complained, "it's not right like this. This is rape. This is by force. Why don't you undo my hands and my feet and I'll do it voluntarily." Jenny's eyes flickered with her own idea which was somewhat ingenious, she felt, and it would appeal to Ralph.
"No way, baby face," he said simply, "because I know what kind of a terror you are. Your word isn't worth two cents. You'd be scratching my eyes out before I got a chance to stick an inch of dick into your cunt. You just lay still. This isn't going to be so bad as you make out." He proceeded to climb up into position and prepared to enter Jenny's vagina with his steely muscle.
There the juices, despite her conscious frame of mind, flowed plentifully. They were oily wet and she could feel Ralph spreading her lips to get to them. He worked one finger deep into her pussy and brought out some of the lubrication for his penis. He coated the tip of his throbbing cock-and then he began to work on the shaft, spreading the slippery juices up and down the stem around the base until his entire cock was juicy wet.
"Quiet, this time, Mrs. Hornbelt," said Ralph, "or I'll use a pencil instead." Although she didn't quite understand his threat, Jenny refrained from chiding Ralph any further. She didn't want him to turn vicious and begin taking it out on her vulnerable body. She looked down her naked belly and smooth thighs and realized that she was about to be raped. She was bound to the bed, spreadeagled, and awaited penetration.
Jenny could no longer think clearly because her mind had blanked out with the first touch of the rapist's tool on her leg. But some other part of her brain recorded the awful truth of the matter, and every pressing touch was indelibly printed on her inner eye. The feel of Ralph's rock-hard penis started forward into her juicy lips. And though her eyes were closed and she could not say for sure what was happening, her brain told her that the rapist's punishing cock was sliding, inch by inch, moving forward like a battering ram into her helpless cunt. "Please, no, you must stop, Ralph. Please." She sounded like a little girl lost in the woods, unable to find her way home without crying and squeaking.
"Shut-up," panted the attacker, his eager dick now ramming all the way into the back of Jenny's tight little vagina. She could not stop him no matter how hard she tried-he kept slamming his turgid cock into her filling her up, pulling back and spreading her lips wide, and starting all over. "No ... No ... Uuughhh ... Ahhh...." she wailed at the room in general.
"Now you're talking, Baby," said Ralph, his lust-swollen dick fully inside of Jenny's defenseless pussy. "Now you're being pumped the way you ought to be, Mrs. Hornbelt."
Jenny said nothing, for she did not enjoy his rhythm in any special way. All she could think of and feel was his heavy cock penetrating her now abused vagina. "Let go of me!" She squirmed at him, flipping her hips, and once more he complimented her on the way she could move when she wanted to. She rolled her hips from left to right to try to escape. He merely gasped with delight, telling her that finally she'd achieved the perfect rhythm.
When she attempted to bounce him away, using her tanned belly like a trampoline, he complimented her again on the fabulous ways in which she'd suddenly discovered how to fuck. "You're doing good now, honey," he told her. "Now that you're getting into it, you're doing fucking good. I'm begining to see what the amabassador saw in you."
He spread her legs as wide as they would go and flexed her thigh muscles in an effort to make deeper penetration. Every time she moved it was to her attacker's advantage, and Jenny began to think that there was nothing she could do which would not appeal to the rapist, that her-best bet would be to lie flaccidly still. But that was impossible. For enemy or no, his penis had aroused in her the urges of womanhood.
"No," she cried softly to herself realizing that despite all of her best efforts she was becoming aroused. Her body, even tied and bound as it was to the bed posts, responded sensuously to the bull-like charging phallus which pierced deeply into her slippery wet labia. From time to time the thickened rim of the hearty crown slapped her pussy-lips wide and spread her out so much more open than she could ever recall it having been done that she longed for him to climax, to get it over with and leave her alone. The long, smooth undulating muscles of her pussy, now kindled with automatic desires of their own, worked on his pressing cock, squeezing and milking it.
Jenny's mind faded out one last time, and then she felt the throbbing of the massive prick as it began to squirt. Long spurts of semen splattered on the back wall of her pussy, and then there came another smattering of juices, pressing warm and thick and creamy into her belly. She could not deny the thrill it gave her to feel it fill quickly with the juices of manly orgasm. In fact, her vagina replied in kind, sending out a clear juice and oily wet spray up and down the still ramming meat, all along the top of the screwing cock, and there was no question either for Jenny or Ralph that she, too, had had some sort of climax.
"Yeah," he grunted, pulling his tool out of her slippery cunt. "You're a hot little number." He stood over her at the side of the bed. "You know," he added, "it's kind of a shame to let a girl all tied up nice the way you are to go to waste. You know what I mean?"
Fearfully, Jenny shook her head.
"I mean, well, here you are, Mrs. Hornbelt, all pretty and tied up and fit as a fiddle, just getting hot and all, and it seems to me-I mean, just look at these nipples of yours, all ripe and ready and everything ... It just seems a shame to me to let all this effort go to waste. I mean, it would be nice to let one of the other fellows come on in here and have some fun, too, wouldn't it?"
CHAPTER SIX
Jenny lay alone in the cabin room. She guessed it was close to nightfall, but she had no sure way of telling. There wasn't a clock in the room, and there were no windows. No one had come into the room since Ralph. She'd slept some, but that didn't make much difference in her attitude. She was a little better rested but that was all. She wondered what it looked like outside, and from time to time, it crossed her mind that her husband and she had been apart for twelve hours. She wondered what the kidnappers had done with him. She wondered what they were waiting for.
She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread slightly. She was naked and the thought of covering up no longer occurred to her. She was very much spent and exhausted, and her brain worked on a much different level than it had when the ordeal began that morning. It seemed to her that something had gone wrong, but she did not know what. Being alone in the room was like a strange fantasy. She could have been Alice in a nightmare instead of in a fantastic dream. It was odd, she figured as her palms slid along the tops of her legs in a light, absent-minded massage, that three men would be able to hold Mr. and Mrs. Hornbelt of the United States government with so little trouble. She wondered where the police were, and why no one had come to save them. It was awful to be a victim of the modern age with nothing to explain the reason for her sudden departure from freedom and the good-life to depravity and wanton sexuality. She wondered if she would ever be the same.
She looked down between her legs where the man named Ralph had entered her with his manly tool. Sitting up for a moment and looking down at her mound, Jenny inspected herself. She pulled the lips of her vagina apart and stuck one exploiting finger into the moist opening. The flesh was wet even though it had been several hours since anyone had assaulted her. Her loins tingled with a slight thrill even though she was very tired and spent. She wondered if it was possible that something had changed in her body as well as in her heart.
A while later, hearing noises in the next room, Jenny got up from the bed and tip-toed to the door. Her upthrust breasts jiggled sensuously until she settled in quietly against the door and put her ear tight on the wood so as to be able to listen.
"... because if you don't tell us," she heard, "we're going to do some awful things to her. It won't be a question of something she can recover from, Ambassador Hornbelt. It'll be mean, viscious kinds of things." The words came like a slight whisper. She wondered where the men were that they could be talking. They must have been outside in back. She pressed her ear close again.
"... It's not every day that the ambassador and his pretty little missus get kidnapped. Now listen-you follow instructions or I'm not going to be responsible for the lives of these two people. I've been given instructions just like you're getting them now. Do you understand? I don't know any more than you do."
Jenny found it curious that Kurt's recognizable voice was telling some one that he didn't know any more than they did. Then she realized that it was a ploy. Kurt was pretending to be someone other than who he was. An innocent bystander-negotiator was the role he played for the person he spoke to-Jenny realized that he must have been on the phone-in that manner he hoped to out-fox the police.
Realizing that she had a chance to disrupt all of this, she began to pound on the door. "Don't believe him," she cried out. "Don't listen. Help! Please, don't listen. He is the kidnapper. Don't listen to him. You have to hear me...."
The door banged open. It was Jim. "Shut up, bitch!" The door slammed shut behind him. "Shut up!"
"Come here, Mrs. Hornbelt. I'm going to teach you a lesson."
Jenny stood like stone.
Jim took another step forward, dropping his leather jacket at the foot of the bedroom.
Before Jenny knew what happened, something snapped against her jaw, something cold, something she didn't see coming. She didn't know what it was, but her face was slightly bruised and sore. She felt someone heavy on top of her and she opened her eyes. It was Jim.
He reached out and took her wrists in his hands. "We're going to have some fun, Jenny. A little bit of a stiff ride for you, honey. Just the thing to keep you going strong, eh?" He smiled, laughed in her face.
Jim started by rubbing his hard meat between her loins. It was mild compared to having been brutally fucked by the others. But it was dangerous, too, for it could easily become an actual intercourse. So she pretended to Jim that she felt just as much defiled by his rubbing hard-on as she would have had he been actually fucking her.
He leaned down to press his lips against Jenny's breast. The feel of his tongue caressing her tightened nipple began to relax Jenny as he continued scorching it with his hot wet tongue. He rolled her breast back and forth between his lips, rubbing it until it extended to full length in his mouth.
Jenny reached behind herself and took hold of the bedboard. She knew that fighting would do no good. He would over-power her in a second. She let the feel of his body rubbing and pressing on her chest and belly and between her legs do whatever it would. She kept telling herself in the back of her mind that she would get her opportunity and she would make this man suffer for forcing himself on her. She had no choice but to let him have at her in any way he pleased.
His rocking pelvis pushed her thighs wider apart than she expected they would go. She felt the head of his meat touching through her hairs and into the labia of her cunt.
"Don't try and resist it," whispered Jim into Jenny's ear. "I'm going to fuck you good and silly and there's no two ways about that. So just lay back and take it easy."
"But I don't want you to," Jenny cried quietly. She made a scramble to get free of his somewhat amorous grip. But before she could get any traction from the tangled sheets and floppy mattress underneath her hands, Jim's strong hold around Jenny's narrow, tender waist left no way for her to do much more than wriggle around. "Try not to fight it, Jenny!! Just let yourself go with the feeling. It's kind of nice when you get into it, isn't it?"
"Rape," she said in a disgusted whine, "is never 'kind of nice'!"
"Don't take it like that," he suggested, "and it'll feel a lot better for both of us."
"I give a damn me?" she cried softly, turning her head away so that she didn't have to look at Jim's face.
"Now you listen to me, honey," he said, wrapping his strong fingers around her jaw and twisting her face violently around so that she was forced to look him in the eye. "I'm gonna tell you something, Mrs. Hornbelt, and it's for your own good. I probably shouldn't let you in on this, but you better hear me out. I don't think there's much chance of any of us-you and your husband for sure, anyhow-getting out of here alive."
His breath was putrid from wine and something else, cigarettes probably. His teeth were yellow and cracked here and there. She could hardly look at him without wanting to die before hearing anything else. But she concentrated so as to get the jist of what he was saying, so as to be able to comment if necessary. Suddenly it dawned on her what he was getting at. She and her husband, if he was right, along with the kidnappers, were going to die. There would be a fight, shots would be fired, she and her husband would be killed along with their abductors. She laid there stark naked, flushed under the man that she had entered into someone's else's world, into a world not quite her own, one of which she had had little or no previous knowledge.
Her body went limp in his arms.
"I see that you're finally listening to me, honey. That's good." He again began to suck on her nipples. He took her right boob in one hand-still not believing that he could trust her enough to let loose of his stronghold grip on her little waist-and he swabbed at the softened nipple with his tongue. He rubbed it between his two mouth lips, caressing it delicately until an obvious, excited blush turned Jenny's chest bright crimson. "That's more like it," he said. "You see, if you know you're gonna die, sex is kind of like some sort of last little present from the gods, eh? Nice one, too." He pressed his hungry lips to Jenny's throat and began a second hickey into her deeply tanned skin. He used his free hand to turn her face and to remove her blonde mane which had been hiding a fresh piece of lovely neck. He leaned close and applied his mouth tightly to the soft hollow between her shoulder and face, under her jaw, pressing and sucking until the skin turned a reddish-brown. He pulled away with a smacking noise: "That's a little death-hickey for you, honey. Nice, eh? Of course, you can't see it, but later you'll take a look, hey?" He laughed to himself.
Jenny's thoughts were of revenge on this man, but she knew now that it was most likely impossible. He was reaching down under her rear end and taking charge of her two soft buns when she came to her senses. "Please," she said, hoping that if she begged the right way she could talk the kidnapper into letting her see her husband, "won't you please do me one little favor. It's just one simple thing. It would mean the world to me, and I'd be very, very grateful in return."
He looked at her like some sort of pathetic creature. "What?" he asked, his mouth only inches from hers.
"I want to see my husband."
"Maybe later," he replied. "Now you give and then we'll talk about hubby." Jenny started in an effort to appear to cooperate, she spread her legs a little wider and permitted the man's already inserted penis to go a little more easily into her vagina. The thick -rimmed head pierced between her lips and filled the back of the cave with as much prick power as Jenny had ever experienced. It just kept coming into her, filling her up, making her vagina spread wide open. Unable to describe the ram-rod phallus which now fucked her wet cave into some sort of juice heaven. The sliding, bowed arrow continued to stab deeply in the plush cunt flesh, and there seemed no way for Jenny to hold down the pleasure it was giving her.
Chills began to spread up and down Jenny's spine. She knew for sure that she was going to experience orgasm, one that would send juices gushing up and down Jim's hearty beef. That thought alone made her feel so guilty that she wanted to die right then and there. But she merely spread her arms out and wrapped her small fingers around the edges of the mattress and let him keep raping and stabbing her with his cannon-like muscle. There was nothing she could do to stop him, and clearly, she wanted to do nothing to help him.
His rolling hips pressed down hard and fast on her own flaccid pelvis. Though Jenny was greatly tempted to respond with a quick, rotating tug. on Jim's charging meat, she did not give way. After all, it was one thing to be raped, assaulted, forced into sexual submission, but it was an entirely different case to allow oneself to enjoy the fact. Her head twisted from side to side in mock agony of herself at the moment of orgasm. Though she gave no indication of the real pleasure she was having despite her disgust, her cunt did some talking of its own, releasing a steady supply of juice, giving way with vaginal contractions from the pure excitement. "Oh, God," she moaned as she felt Jim's squirts of hot cum began to fill her fleshy hollow, "I can't stop it ... I can't stop it ... Oh, Len, forgive me, darling ... I just can't stop it...." And she gave way fully, reaching around, taking the rapist in her arms, taking his shoulders for their muscle power, pressing her mound upwards along his thrusting throbbing tool, sliding in wonderment on the ecstasy machine, giving herself, finally, the one and only thing she could take from the power-stick, the pleasure she'd been denying herself time and again, and she let her cunt go slipping and sliding again and again, "Oh, God, Len, forgive me, darling ... I can't help it ... I can't help it, honey ... He got to me and I just can't...."
Before she could finish her own climax, the satisfied kidnapper extracted his joint from her gushing vagina and laid off to the side of her aroused body. She relaxed backwards on the bed, and then, a moment later, adjusted her fanny upright so that she could receive the kind of stimulation from his fingers, and she rocked up and down, back and forth, crying softly about how she hoped her husband would forgive her and about how she wanted Jim to end her ecstasy. She climaxed on his fingers, pressing his hand and wrist with her ample thighs, closing off her comely loin-flesh crotch with a last squeezing paroxysm around his pressing digits.
Jim stood up on his side of the bed, looked around nervously, for he'd never been with a woman at such an intimate moment, at a time when she had been truly satisfied, and looked at her for a second. He tried to smile but it didn't work. Then he put on his underwear and his levies and he buckled his belt. "I knew you had it in you," he said, but that was all backwards, and Jenny knew it for sure, because it was really him who had something in him that he didn't know about, no matter how he tried to make things look otherwise. He put his shirt on and then both of them turned suddenly, her naked like a new-born child, him clothed in his old levies and his shirt and slipping into his leather jacket, and they listened carefully to some sort of hollering which was coming from the other room. It was Kurt, the leader of the kidnappers, and he was angry and swearing at Ralph.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim opened the bedroom door. "You wait here, till I come back," he commanded Jenny. "And I'll see what I can do about your husband, too."
Jenny's eyes brightened. "Just to know if he's alright...." The door slammed in her face. She leaned against the wood and tried to listen through it. Kurt was still yelling. He'd been hollering about some sort of a mistake which Ralph made, It was the kind of thing, as far as Jenny was able to make out, that might lead to some considerable division. If so, that would mean she might be able to make her way free of these lunatic kidnapper sex offenders. She hoped for the best.
When she realized that she could no longer hear what was going on, Jenny stepped away from the door. She realized that she was sweating badly, and that she was very much in need of a shower.
She began banging on the door as she had before and sure enough it swung open. This time it was Kurt himself, the leader of the ugly threesome, who stood before her. "I want a shower," Jenny pleaded. "I want to wash arid get some sleep." She must have looked awfully tawdry because Kurt smiled a little and said softly, "Yes, of course. Just a minute." He shut the door and left her alone in the bedroom. A moment later the door opened again. "Come on," said Jim, "you're gonna get a shower." His eyes toured her body up and down. Now on his knees he viewed her tanned hips and mellow brown thighs along with her sweetly moist looking pussy lips. "And then, if you're real lucky, you'll get to take a nap or something."
Jenny was real lucky. She not only showered but douched. And she not only napped, but slept. Kurt made sure she got sheets and a blanket. He also made sure that on her way to the John she did not see her husband. "Just a formality," he assured her. "When this whole thing blows over I'll personally explain. Meantime, you'll have to do without seeing Ambassador Hornbelt." She didn't balk. She just smiled politely. She knew it was hopeless, and returned to the room covered in a long, terry-cloth towel. She had felt all three men staring at her, and shunned at the thought of having to submit to more of their crude sexual behavior. Then she went to bed. No one woke her.
The next morning, only half-awake, Jenny stretched under the sheets and yawned as though the small cabin room were filled with some of Timberline's finest mellow sunshine. She sat up in bed with her naked breasts hanging prettily on her smooth brown chest. Her rose-colored nipples were perfectly erect, excited, probably from some dream she'd been having. For a moment, she wondered why her husband Len had left her alone in the bedroom, and she also wondered why she'd slept somewhere other than at Len's cabin. Then she realized that a full day had passed, and she remembered where she was and what thus far had happened to her.
Slightly depressed and a bit frighthened, Jenny lay back down under the sheet. She considered what she'd been made to do, what kind of sexual acts she'd been made to perform the previous day, and she had to pinch herself in order to know she was still alive and not in some God-foresaken make-believe hell. "It's me, Jenny Hornbelt," She told herself. "Who are these men? It isn't just a nightmare that happened to some other girl. It's happening to me and my husband, and it hasn't ended."
As if to underscore the fact, the bedroom door swung open abruptly. It was Jim and Ralph.
"Now, now, Mrs. Hornbelt," said Ralph, "Me and Jim was just having a little talk, and it seems, according to the way Jim tells it, that you and he got into some special kinds of sex last afternoon, and it's only fair that I get some of that for me, too. You know what I mean?"
"He's lying," she moaned. "He's lying to make you feel jealous. That's all." Jenny's nostrils flared and her face blushed bright red. She had to make him believe her. "He's just telling you stories to make you feel bad, that's all. Why won't you believe me? Don't listen to him, please!"
Jim had stopped to shut the bedroom door as Ralph came along to the side of the bed. Jenny had slid to the other, please don't, not again," she cried to him.
Jim now ccrept along the other side of the bed. Jenny grabbed hold of the sheet and wrapped it close around her torso.
"Ain't she sweet?" cackled Jim. "Just about as darling as a little Momma hen, eh, Ralph?"
"I know just what you mean, Jim," said Ralph, making a wild grab for Jenny's arm. He missed and she ended up, having dodged him slightly, at the foot of the bed. Both men turned around and started towards her again. "Please," she begged them, falling into a heap under the single sheet, "please...."
Keep in, realizing that she was not going to resist any more, he began saying to Jenny, "That's a lot better, Mrs. Hornbelt, than struggling and putting up an unnecessary fight." He began to pet her slender, soft upper arm, and then he caressed her polished shoulder with his hand. He petted her like she were some wild creature made of sensuous, purely erotic flesh, come to rest in front of his hungry, lecherous eyes. She sat sobbing and paying his stroking hand on her shoulder no mind. It was all she could do to keep from collapsing all together. "Jim," said Ralph, nodding toward the door, "why don't you leave Jenny and I alone for a minute, eh?" Jim winked. "Gotchya," he said, and he backed away from the bed on tip-toe. He gave Ralph a knowing smile before he shut himself out of the bedroom.
"Look," said Ralph in his gentlest voice, "I don't want to hurt you, Mrs. Hornbelt. That's the last thing on my mind. You know what I mean? That's the one thing I don't want to do. Really, I mean it." He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Jenny? He reached under her chin and made her look up. "Jenny? Listen to me, please?" Jenny looked at him with big tears in her eyes. Her rosy cheeks itched because of the salty water from crying. She wiped her face a little bit with the sheet and didn't bother trying to cover her breasts again when she was done. She just sat there with a corner of the sheet clutched in her hand and staring at Ralph. "Really," he was saying, "hurting you is the last thing I want to do. Why, a girl like you, with such pretty breasts, with such a nice trim little belly, and with such a fine pussy and I speak from some considerable experience, Jenny; I mean to tell you, I've had my fare share of all in my time, and you qualify as a winner-well anyhow, what I'm trying to say is that Jim tells me you let yourself go some yesterday, and he tells me that it was really nice, that it wasn't at all like he had to force you or anything. And, well, that's what I want, too. I don't want to have to force you." He began undoing the buttons of his shirt. Jenny watched his every move. "You see,"
"I just want to have some fun. I'm going to put it in your vagina, rub it around some, and see how wet you get thats's all. Then, I promise you, I won't come around bothering you any more. How's that sound?" He ran his fingers along her bare breasts, untill he arrived at the very tip he pinched it as though it were a chocolate chip which needed melting in his fingers; he rolled it from side to side and watched it extend. Jenny watched his eyes, the way they lit up as her body became more and more responsive to the petting of her breasts.
Ralph smiled, at first cautiously and then with a big blush on his face. "Yes," she said, "I think old Jimmy was telling me the truth about you, Mrs. Hornbelt. I sure do think he was right about you." He stood up with Jenny's nipple still between his fingers. With his free hand he undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. He continued to work Jenny's reddening tip while pulling out his penis from the folds of his cotton drawers. Finally, out from under the elastic band of his underwear came the light red head of Ralph's swollen cock. The muscle filled Jenny's eyes as it flopped outwards at full-mast. She looked away from the erection without trying to deny to herself its natural effect on her emotions.
He turned her head back in the direction of his now fully erected penis. He encouraged her as she looked momentarily at the purplish cap only inches from her moist lips, "just give it the once over, Jenny." He reached behind her head, and brought it forward, toward the menacing cock.
Instinctively, Jenny's oral cave widened to accommodate the mushroom-headed prong as it rolled forward without a hitch into her face. She tongued the underside of the prong and slipped up under the meat as it continued to roll forward in her mouth. She used her lips to guide the entering pole. When it was nearly half way down her oral passageway, she then clamped down with delicate fleshy lips to taste the ridged flesh pole. Finally, the head of the long, orally penetrating penis flesh pressed its spongy surface into the back of Jenny's throat like some sort of soft plug, to where it started her mouth swallowing hard and fast whether she liked it or not. She kept leaping with her throat, trying to digest her oral muscles the fire-spitting hose. Every time she lunged for it with her esophagus she also attached the tool-head and stem with her lips and tongue. She ended by swabbing at just the rim, holding the muscular root in her hands and licking at particular parts of the available tip. Sometimes she sucked off the cap only, sometimes she worked her lips sideways on a piece of the bony stalk, and then, when it seemed appropriate, she wrapped her face around the topside of the dick-cap and licked and sucked on the rim and tip there. All in all, she gave Ralph the kind of preliminary oral foreplay that he so desired.
"Yeah," he said, watching Jenny's tongue continue its charge on his penis, "that's more like it, baby. That's the kind of tongue rubbing that's going to keep us friends. That's what I call header!" He used two hands on Jenny's cheeks, pulling her face close into his hot hairy crotch. "Alright," he said, pulling Jenny's burning hot wet lips away from his prick cap, "It's time for some different kinds of sex play, Mrs. Hornbelt. You just lay down and make yourself comfortable."
Jenny, suddenly docile and trance-like, laid down as per Ralph's directions. She lifted one knee which allowed for Ralph to have a clear view of her moist lips in the forest of thatched pubic hair which covered her mound. The slight woolly hump between Jenny's thighs was coated with a succelent honey that had come from between her labia. It made her pussy glisten in the artificial light of the cabin bedroom. She looked only once at her pussy at this time, and then she flopped down and awaited Ralph. Ralph reached up with one hand and took charge of Jenny's left breast. He began to fill her cunt with his long wet tongue while milking her creamy breast with five strong fingers. Then, he applied two hands, one for each breast, to Jenny's breast, and forced her down onto her back while continuing to fill her vagina with his mouth muscle.
Jenny could feel Ralph's tongue wrapping around her now wet open vagina. The small internal vaginal organ was responding to a full, rapid twitch from the steady stroking from Ralph's tongue.
Jenny's hips rolled and twisted in response to a hot chill which rose up out of her fired loins. The electric charge of the exciting impulse stimulated her belly to grow suddenly taught. She moved her thighs and hips upwards to meet Ralph's slopping wet tongue as he continued to fill her sweetly juicing lips with all the action she could possibly need for pre-orgasmic ecstasy. Jenny began to moan as Ralph continued to bob between her sweaty thighs. She writhed upwards, shoving her now stretched open hole.
Jenny pulled him up by the sides of his face making him stop to pay homage to her. She reached down between their two sweaty, writhing, hungrily lusting bodies and she found her way lustfully to Ralphs throbbing cock. She held up the head with her fingers, and pressed her buttery moist lips onto his manhood.
"Oh! God! Christ! Yes!" She quickly began to twist and grovel on the sliding, thrusting prick, which was torture and ecstasy for her. The look on her face would have led one to believe that she was being knifed, and then again, one would think that she had some long sought after prize, one which she'd fought hard to get and would never give up. The entering dick muscle, sliding to and fro inside Jenny's wet, juicing hole was responsible for all of it, for all of the tender emotions and juices which suddenly gushed from her sensitive body. Her aroused gash began to secrete an especialy thin, oily lubrication which spread delicately up and down the fully penetration penis. "It's now," she uttered incoherently, "it's now, now," beckoning for his cum to make her go all the way.
Ralph changed his tactics and began to thrust back and forth in quick darting moves. This new method excited Jenny's clit more than ever for the rim of Ralph's dick began to flick the throbbing sex button twice as hard, three times as fast. "Oh, Jenny cried with panic. "It's too much. Oh, it's just too much...." Petting of his ass he held onto the sides of the mattress. She thrust her hips upwards and let loose of the bed. She lifted her legs to permit more cock muscle to go sliding deeper into the remote folds of her inner vagina. She screamed a high-pitched wail, whistle-like, as the tip of the buldging cock smashed into some sensitive nerve of the back wall of her cunt, and then she gushed, finally, in an all-consuming wave of orgasm. "Ooooohhh ... ye-esssss ... c-c-cum...." she moaned softly in a passionately distant whisper.
Next, Ralph's excited organ exploded inside Jenny's pussy, shooting off rapid-fire wads of creamy, warm thick semen. His throbbing penis filled her devilish pie with a pudding which thrilled her more than she ever knew possible.
When Ralph slowly withdrew his bony muscle from the confines of Jenny's wet labia, it was like someone had pulled a knife out of her body. She collapsed together, pressing her warm wet thighs one on the other, sliding her loins back and forth to feel the juicy space in the hollows of her legs, and then she rolled over onto her belly.
Ralph reached out and placed his now deflating cock into her mouth. She succulently squeezed any extra cum which had not a moment before spilled into her gushing pussy. She use the suction power in her mouth to pull from the diminishing hard-on the last drops of white fluid. She swallowed each one with a long hearty gulp that made her Adam's apple bob in her throat. The appearance of the rod in her lips, the erection in her face, gave her mouth a kind of stretched look. She kept sucking though, sucking and rolling her tongue until every drop of his salty cum was extracted from his cock. She took the hot wet tool out of her face and began rubbing her face from side to side between his loins, languorously enjoying the aftermath of sexual intercourse.
"Oh," she moaned softly, feeling guilt.
Jenny lifted her face out from between Ralph's legs, out of his wet cleaned crotch. "Oh, God," she groaned, her face contorting miserably, "what have I done?" She backed away from him in temporary hysteria.
"It was good, wasn't it?" said Ralph, getting up off the bed and starting to dress. "Wasn't it good?"
Jenny looked away, trying to understand how she could have given so much of herself to a total stranger.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jenny sat on the side of the bed with the sheets wrapped around her shoulders. It was sometime in the middle of the night, and she had no idea what had happened to Len. None of the kidnappers had been in the room since Ralph. It seemed like years ago. She'd been allowed a shower and a douche after intercourse with Ralph, but that was light years ago. She had tried pacing the room, but it had only made her more nervous.
She stood up from the bed and walked over to the bureau. The sheet dragged behind her like a partially discarded toga, showing her nakedness. She looked like a big girl dragging a security blanket. She stood next to the bureau and wondered if she would ever again see something besides the inside of the small timberline cabin.
The door to the room opened. She swung on the intruder and expected to see Ralph or Jim. To her surprise it was Kurt, the leader of the group. Had it been either of the others she'd have not bothered covering herself. But for some reason, if only because this man had not yet forced himself on her, she felt shy and bashful. She drew the sheet up around her shoulders and stared at his roving dark eyes. "Where's Len?" She looked shamefacedly at the floor. "What have you done with my husband?" she muttered. It was an obvious contrast. She had to admit in the remote back corner of her mind and heart that she was beginning not to care what happened to anyone. She only wanted out of the bedroom.
"Your husband," said Kurt, unbuttoning his leather jacket, "is alright. I've been taking good care of him. After all, when you and he leave here tomorrow or the next day, we want you to make a good report about us to the newspapers. We don't want any bad publicity, you know."
"Newspapers?" Jenny looked up. "What are you talking about?"
"I thought that might interest you," he said. "You see, your husband and you and our demands for ransom for your lives have been carried on the national press and radio and TV."
"Well," said Kurt, putting his jacket over the door handle, "I don't think it's all that bad. I'm going to be a rich man when this is all over. Anyhow, let's talk about something else. Lay down there."
"What?" Jenny turned on him. "I don't want to-"
"Do as I say." Something in his voice told Jenny that she must obey. He was harder than the others, more menacing. She followed his instructions, leaving the sheet behind, stretching out on the bed, laying down on her back.
"That will be fine," came his laconic reply.
For a moment she lay there with her eyes closed, waiting. She waited. Where was he? Why did he take so much time? If he was going to abuse her body, her flesh, her vagina the way the others had, why didn't he just come ahead? Why did he make her suffer and wait like this? What kept him so long?
She turned over and saw that Kurt had kicked off his shoes, removed his shirt and was in the process of dropping his pants. His belt clanked as he let his drawers fall to the floor. A bulge in his white cotton underwear swelled and let his desires be known. An instant later, the prick sprang out like an angry wild uncaged lion, suddenly released. Kurt stood entirely nude before her.
The other men had been nothing compared to this one. With them it was rape, and it was totally by force. For some strange reason she could feel herself more responsive with this man. She lay there with her eyes wide, frightened, like a helpless little forest creature confronted with the ruler of the land. The ruler approached her, came closer, closer, and his magic wand led the way. She pursed her lips, as she knew he expected her to, and opened her mouth slightly to receive his forceful first pressing.
Abruptly, with the first taste of his hot throbbing cock, the fright began to subside and leave Jenny. She began to want the muscle, all of it.
Kurt made some seemingly awkward movements. He kneeled above her, with his knees on the pillow, on either side of her face, in the opposite direction. As she sucked eagerly on his prick, he slowly lowered his buttocks and went driving the rod further into Jenny's throat. She thought for an instant that she was going to choke. Little gagging noises came from her prick-filled mouth. She started to push him away, to press upwards against his muscular pelvis when suddenly she realized what he was about to do. He was going to go down on her, between her legs, the same way Jim had, about to give her the same glorious feel that she'd had from Jim's driving tongue muscle. With the first gentle little caress of his hot lips there, she went nearly insane. He parted the soft fleece of her pubic hair with his tongue and she moaned.
Ripples of heat began to bead up. He worked her with the same expertize with which he'd charged the house and taken over with his sub-machine gun. His lips became a human vacuum cleaner at her cunt. For a moment it felt as though he were attempting to suck every organ right out of her body. Then, his tongue was again forcing apart the fleshy hair-lined lips of the moist, wide-spread furrow. Now his tongue drove deep down into it, and Jenny gasped and closed her soft warm thighs convulsively around either side of his moving head. Next, the clitoris was teased excruciatingly by the wet, searching tongue and, once in a moment of passion, he cruelly nipped the sensitive organ.
Jenny gave way to the temptation to try and give Kurt pleasure with her own tongue, but his cock was moving from side to side and it was difficult to keep track of. It was a pile driver pistoning in and out of her mouth. She was making gasping, gagging noises. She was choking. It was impossible to take it. She clawed at his buttocks in an effort to make him move out a bit, but the sharp raking pain of her fingernails slashing across his globes only drove him on until he was so deep into her throat that his pubic hairs were pressing up against her nostrils. It didn't matter! It didn't stop her at all, for things were happening in her cunt that she couldn't explain. Something was taking her away, like a magic carpet ride, like Alice falling through the rabbit hole. The flicking tip of his tongue was circling the quivering erected clitoris; he was pressing closer and tighter in her narrow juicy space; his mouth nibbled and pulled the warm soft folds of her vaginal lips wide and pressed them against his bared teeth and into the hot sucking cavern of his mouth.
Jenny's body was lost. Nothing else existed but the uncontrolled fire which raged in her cunt and the hardened slab of flesh sunk deep in her throat. Her back was arched like a bridge as it bent upward toward Kurt's eager lips. And then, incredibly ... she was there!
She threw her lips wider apart in the air as the convulsions began in her vagina and spread continually through her belly. The contracting muscles of her innermost sex spat out more lubricant and it rushed like a hot sticky full tide to flow into the still sucking ensuaries of his mouth. He continued to lick and she continued to obey. Through it all she felt a far-off sense of disappointment because his hot throbbing rod had been pulled from her mouth. Even as she lay there almost senseless from the overwhelming ecstasy of her climax, she tried to return it to her mouth.
But the prick was gone. Kurt had moved away from her. For a moment she innocently thought the sex act had been concluded between them. Then, she felt Kurt commanding her legs apart and lifting her knees so that the bottom of her feet were pressed flat against the mattress. She opened her eyes. Kurt's face was next to her own. He kissed her savagely, and she tasted the juice of her own cunt and cum surrounding his mouth.
Gradually, he lowered himself onto her body. Now she could feel the sensous hardness of his awesome male instrument. She was about to be fucked. By a man! The knowledge did not dismay her as it had before when she thought she would be betraying her husband. Again she reassured herself by saying over and over again, It doesn't matter because I'll be dead soon anyhow, and besides, for all I know, Len is himself gone already ... She could feel herself tensing, preparing for the inevitable thrusting that was to come. The smooth, rubbery head of Kurt's penis rubbed teasingly against her clitoris but she was still too tense to feel any joy. Now it began gentle little up and down movements along the smooth wet slit of her vaginal opening-lubricating itself on her slippery cum. The pulsating head of his penis slightly stretched the cuntal opening and had gently wormed its way inside of her! She thought it would be harder to take. But this time it felt good. It didn't hurt in any way. There was no way in the world she could say that it felt bad. In fact, it was everything that she'd always wanted, a good stretching, a smooth riding in and out from her pussy lips, spreadeagled.
Kurt contented himself with gently moving the head in and out of the moistly clinging furrow. Jenny became excited again, as the last glow from her earlier climax evaporated in the heat of this new kind of intercourse. She could feel his hot hard flesh pacing like a restless caged tiger back and forth across the full length of his cage. It was maddening to her, for now that she had consented to give everything to this stranger, to this madman who kidnapped her husband and herself, now that she'd consented to allow him to cat at her body like a hungry carnivore, it was maddening that he would not go all the way ... it became beautiful. Beautiful love making was what she had wanted, so tender and alive. She had to have more ... more of the prick meat, more of the bulging head popping in and out of the entrance of her vagina, pressing the softly succulent lips of her very being.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she cried in her sudden desperation to be impaled on the giant tensing cock. Kurt did not bother answering her. He continued the maddening tease of a little in and a little out.
"Give it to me, please ... shove it in all the way ... please." She couldn't help but note her own change in style. A day ago she was begging them to leave her alone, and now she was demanding, moaning, praying that this man would allow her everything, would give her all of himself, as quickly as possible ... faster.
But Kurt refused Jenny by merely kissing her harder. His tongue searched her mouth and found a comfortable fleshy landing place. There he rolled the tip of his mouth muscle back and forth and enjoyed tickling her throat. A moment later, however, he pushed inward a bit more with his penis, into the fleshy breached lips ... and now nearly half of his prick was now lodged inside Jenny's cunt. Half of his precious cock muscle tantalized her pussy with the ecstasy she knew would be possible if only he would go all the way down inside.
Jenny's cunt felt like it was finally stretching to its rightful size, like finally someone was taking the time to show her what her pussy was supposed to be doing all along. She could feel the tiger like mushroom head spreading her out just the way she knew it was possible, and even though she knew that the man who did this for her would probably end up being her arch enemy, she couldn't help but love him for trying ... and succeeding ... to give her the kind of passionate love-making exercise which she would never forget.
She was just about to ask him to go all the way inside again when he stopped and looked at her with a slightly puzzled expression on his face. His bulky penis was sunk deep into her and he withdrew it until only the large throbbing head was buried in the soft pink blossom of her outer vaginal lips. Ah, that was nice, too, she thought, nice to know that he has some control over that thing, that hefty animal like creature between his legs which keeps coming forward and taking charge of my body, eating my vagina into a steady pulsing roar-like frenzy....
Jenny moved in cooperation with Kurt's body. As he came down, she came up. Again he stopped when only half was in her. He was no longer using just the head of his fleshy phallus, he was alternating between giving her the thrill of his knobby tip, that spongy mushroom portion of red beef which she'd earlier seen and could never forget which she now had between her labia ... between that and just the tip. He would go back and forth, sometimes rubbing her succulently juicy lips with just the top part, sometimes giving her half of the bony stalk to go with it. But never, at lease not yet, did he allow her the final desire, the whole stem and root itself for her partially empty hanger.
The excitement began to mount. Her cunt was accomodating everything he was giving her. When would he give her the entire fleshy rod, everything that she wanted? She moaned deep in her throat. She wanted it all now. She wanted everything. Convulsively she splayed her legs wide apart and, using both hands, she grabbed the cheeks of his ass and propelled him inward with a violent thrust. The huge heavenly prick drove in hard like a battering ram until the huge sperm-filled rock-hard balls slapped down against the tight sensitive lips of her upturned rectum.
She screamed and flushed. The searing white flame of pain flashed through her. She had been torm apart by a thunderclap of agony and ecstasy. She was dying. It was all over. Nothing in her life had ever been this painful and this pleasureable before. It was as though she was a virgin all over again, as if this one fuck were the first of her life, as if Kurt's thrusting spear were the first one ever to penetrate her hole fully, to full her pelvis entirely, and to satisfy her.
Jenny screamed again and Kurt looked at her apprehensively. He smothered her screams with his hand over her mouth, and then he used his own mouth, kissing her, to keep her quiet down and muffled somewhat. She attempted to throw him off, kicking and squirming and she threw her body form side to side, like a whale suddenly beached and desperate to get back to familiar waters. She clawed his back bloody with her fingernails. She tried every way to pull her tortured, impaled cunt away from that merciless hardened shaft. But each movement only caused her more excruciating pain and joy. Finally, she lay still, not moving at all, her muscles tense as steel cables, her body quivering with some sort of never before experienced lusty pleasure which made her wonder about everything that had come before. She wanted to explode with it all, and she wanted it to last forever. She wanted to move, to bounce and grapple with Kurt's body, but she wanted him also to finish her off. She was at the opposite spectrum of the man suffering so much that he desires death; she was having so much pleasure that she desired consumation!
Suddenly, Kurt backed away. He looked at Jenny's face. There were tears there, tears of joy and anticipation of more joy. "You're crying," he said. "Has it been that bad for you in here?"
"Oh, yes," she wailed, "but not with you-just with the others."
"I didn't know," he said tenderly. "I'd have not let them have at you if I'd known it would be so bad for you. I'm sorry." He wiped away a few of Jenny's tears.
"It's o.k.," she said, her face blushing hot even through her crying. He was so nice to her, so considerate and caring, and the feel of his dick, still buried deeply inside her warm tender pussy was giving her more and more excitement even though neither of them were doing anything but laying still. "It's nice to be with someone who knows," she said.
He smiled and leaned down close to her, his lips melding with hers, and he pressed his tongue into her face to match the depth his penis had accomplished in her vagina. She squirmed slightly and the snake-like hose in her pussy seemed to roll forward to thrust in another incredible knotch, until the buldging knob, still throbbing penis filled the remote cave of her pussy where the juices had begun to well up and puddle in the style of a filling reservoir.
"I know," he said, kissing the side of her neck tenderly and tasting her sweaty throat, "I know....
Suddenly Jenny realized something. She had all of Kurt inside her just then. He was totally penetrating her without even trying. He was huge. He couldn't be any deeper if he had been bigger. There was enough hard cock in her that it felt like a second throbbing heart, like something other than the organ in her chest was pumping and thumbing and making her pulse away in the lower part of her body. Her cunt seemed crammed and stretched beyond capacity. And yet? She felt one sympathetic eager little muscle twitch in her pussy. There was an answering throb from Kurt's hot tool. That muscle jerked again and Jenny's cervix dipped against the invader as if making an obeisance to a conquering king. Now, instinct told her that she was one of those women whose complicated machinery of cunt and its movements is totally automated and would run well with or without supervision. The center of her being was down there; all her sensations, suddenly it dawned on her, came from there. She could even feel the stiff pubic hairs on his scrotum scratching against her exposed anus.
Feeling as though she'd discovered in herself something new and exciting, like the child who discovers she has hands, began experimenting with movement of her buttocks and along her inner thighs. She tentatively dipped her pelvis and the rod moved an outward, which hurt a bit. Kurt, though, obviously, was willing to let her take the initiative, at least for now. She timidly pushed up with her pelvis and his cock came back again. It was pleasurable, but not enough. She wanted more. Kurt moved about an inch and a half very slowly, outwards. Feeling it slip from her, she forgot herself for a moment and eagerly pushed up. "Oh ... ," the groan came involuntarily from her. It hurt. He pulled back again. This time she pushed up cautiously; it didn't hurt. The little movements continued for a minute or two, each one becoming more and more pleasureable than the one preceding it. Now the cum from her earlier orgasm mixed with the fresh juices which flowed to accommodate the still present penis. Slowly but surely they fell into a rhythm of thrust and withdrawl.
From time to time Jenny couldn't help but feel a little guilty. For she suspected that while she lay on her back in the bedroom with this kidnapper fucking her silly her husband was in the other room tied up and somewhat if not a great deal uncomfortable. She would make it up to him, she considered. She would make him happier than ever if they got out of this alive. By having been fucked by the three criminals, by having been forced into submission by them, she was managing to come to grips, like it or not, with something that had been hidden deep in her body. Mysterious grappling, a new existence, forced out of her in the most unfortunate way possible. But one alive ... as it was becoming with Kurt just then, there would be no stopping it!
Her body was coming back to life. She could feel the far off summer lightening from her mid-Western past coming to life in her breasts and her abdomen. It was as if some eros had been stored in her supple flesh for years and only just now was it getting the release necessary to make her into a full-bodied, lively woman. The metronome of Kurt's penis sliding to and fro in her slippery wet flesh was giving her a kind of lullaby toward orgasm and climax. The pleasure was creeping up on her, taking her over. There was an electric tingle, and a commensurate glow, starting up in her lower body. It started to arch across the big nerves of her spine, carrying its powerful force upwards into the pleasure centers of her brain. From there the electric senses took hold of her chest, her mammaries, and in her belly. Something told her that she was turning to eros, all of her body giving way to the ecstasy of the senses. She sildly began rotating her hips from side to side in order to make for even more electric sparks. Her vagina was going wild on that god-like instrument of pleasure. How does he do it? Where does that thing get its life source? What genius thought up the shape? It's so perfect in every way ... Oh, God, if only he'll keep sliding it down deep into that one little hollow space inside me where the itch is, the itch of lusty love that I crave for satisifaction with ... Jenny felt her deep inner muscles close around the cock in order to caress it and massage it, not wanting to leave it go for even a moment. She was being totally fucked, in every way, and she loved it. By some wild beautiful theory of osmosis, that prick was getting into her and becoming her and wanted never to leave her ... If only it were true, ... if only I could keep it here inside me forever....
Now, with the tempo of the sliding and the rolling increased, Kurt's prick was withdrawing almost its entire length before slamming down through Jenny's moist, widely flowered cunt. She knew what was happening-down there, without ever having seen this cock enter her. She could see it in her mind. The thin soft pink ridges of her vagina clinging lovingly-puckeringly-to the penis as it withdrew and she screwed her ass down into the mattress. Then, the thrust-that fiery re-entry from cold lonely outer space-pushing the soft fleshy folds back into her. The glistening cock, like a never-ending oil drill, disappearing into the warm dark depths of her well.
Kurt abruptly took command of the entire situation. Jenny, after so much struggling to deny the other men, after so much guilt and so much pain about something so simple as a penis entering her body, was happy to let him do so. Pain-the pain of rape, the psychology of guilt-was forgotten now. Nothing could ever make headway against the velvet explosion building up inside her inner pussy. His movements expertly herded her toward the point she had been seeking intuitively all her life. She was so close, but still not close enough. She egged Kurt on to deeper, more rapid thrusts. She grabbed him by the buttocks, those muscular cheeks which felt like flesh rocks in her fingers, and pulled him abrasively into her. She felt herself approaching it now, getting closer. It was unbelievable. Her body was being taken over by some outside force. It was as if she had little or nothing to do with it, yet it was her, too. Her thrusts became more urgent and her legs took on their own autonomic movements, sliding and pumping to match the roll and pitch of her smoothly riding pelvis. She was aware that her mouth was pressing so hard against her lower teeth that it had begun to bleed. Her aureoles darkened, her nipples became largely distended. The reddened tips especially looked like they were so excited that they could hardly take much more of that erotic kind of thrill before they would pop off of her chest all together. The first tremblings of a powerful earthquake began to quiver in her womb. She buffeted her loins up against Kurt's hardened prick; she was a golden fighting fish attempting to dislodge the hook deep within her. It was now! It was happening now!
"Oh," she cried, and her back arched up nearly eighteen inches off the squeaking protesting bed as her knees-with the strength of a powerful flesh vise-clamped against his buttocks and attempted to shove them into her. She found her hands grabbing for Kurt's scrotum, looking for the walnut hairy flesh of his ball sack, and violently rubbing them, the two hot testicles within, against her anal ring as though she were trying to fill that cavity, too.
She threw herself back on the bed. Her body twitched uncontrollably. Her feet and legs danced in time to some unheard wild music of abandonment. And she made savage sucking noises as her tongue dripped down the back of her throat. Her body continued to buck like an untamed bronco. Through it all, an exaltation that was greater than a religious fervor, greater than any political thrill she'd ever felt with Len and their work for the government, roared through all her nerves and muscles and veins. And she thought, Nothing ... nothing can ever equal this ... God forgive me for letting this man, not my husband, have me this way, but nothing will ever again be this way for me....
But Jenny was wrong, completely entirely wrong, for a moment later-even though she was still cuming-she felt Kurt's dick abruptly grow larger and larger, expanding at every point, in the mushroom head, in the stalk, and swelling like some hot sun entering the supernova stage. It began to throb, to beat, to pulse larger and bigger than ever ... and then it exploded!
She felt the first scalding spurt as his ejaculation poured into her. Her cunt instinctively contracted and squeezed at his spurting cock, sucking at it to pull all of it into her. It was a life-giving white hot lava that completely filled her wildly quivering belly, when the volcano continued to erupt. The molten flow spilled out of the pink quivering vagina and cascaded down the smooth white crevice across the white mounds of her still twitching buttocks.
Kurt was still inside of her. She would not let him out, even if he indicated he wanted to withdraw. She didn't want him ever to take it out again.
The last vestige of the wild storm was rapidly going away-leaving behind the streams and gulleys of Jenny's pussy cleansed and ready for relaxation. She felt Kurt take a deep breath. He looked down at her and there wad admiration and wonderment in his face. He opened his mouth to say something and Jenny leaned her head upwards and speared his mouth with her thankful wet tongue.
Jenny looked at him, withdrawing her mouth muscle, and she felt for her kidnapper, despite knowing it was wrong to think it, an overwhelming gratitude. He'd given her something she'd never had before, a truely enjoyable sexual experience, and she knew that it was an experience she would never be able to forget. She looked at him with praise in her eyes, with consideration in her heart and though she knew it was impossible in the emotional sense ever to consumate it, she was, in her heart, feeling some sort of love. He had taken her to a place she'd never thought or imagined existed, to a land where hardness and softness embraced each other. He had given her pleasure and now she knew the true meaning of the word. She put her trembling hand up and fondly stroked the stubble of Kurt's beard. "Thank you," she said huskily. "Thank you very, very much."
"That's a little strange coming from you," he said softly.
"I know," she said, shaking her head in child-like appreciation of herself and him after such an incredible physical union. "But I don't know what else to say."
"Isn't it odd," he suggested.
"Why, she asked?
"You're very much a strong woman," he told her in a friendly way.
Jenny blushed. "What?"
"I say, you're very much a strong woman."
Her eyes became tearful, as though she were going to cry from the simple, manly compliment. "Is something wrong?" asked Kurt. "Are you o.k.?"
"Oh, yes," said Jenny, "it's just that here I am, getting attacked and mollested and raped, and separated from my husband, and I'm getting the nicest, best, fondest treatment anyone ever gave me. It's enough to make a girl cry, you know."
"Well, I, ah," Kurt stammered. He didn't know what more to say.
A few moments later Kurt had left the room. The aftermath of intercourse passed slowly, leaving Jenny in a dull, hazy cloud. She felt good all over, and wondered if she would sleep well that night. She wondered if it was dark or light outside the Timberline cabin, and wondered if after this next period of sleep she would ever be able to look her self or her husband in the eye again. She had experienced intercourse more enjoyable than anything she'd ever called fucking before, and it was with her kidnapper. She felt somewhat depraved, but she fended off this guilty feeling by reminding herself and thinking only of ... the ecstasy which briefly had been hers.
CHAPTER NINE
The sirens came from some far off place. They were not the sirens of a Timberline fire-truck, nor were they the whistlings of some sort of local ambulance service. These were city screams and shrieks from a city police department. A big city method of approach was being used to bring them in closer to the cabin.
Jenny had no idea where they were coming from. She rolled over in her bed. She wondered what time it was, but she knew it didn't matter. She had a good idea that in a matter of minutes she would be dead.
She let the sheet fall away from her body. For an instant a cool chill climbed up around her tits like some sort of small furry animal. It parted her breasts and rolled up across her shoulders. If the chill could have said something to Jenny, it would have been whispering, "Death is at hand, Jenny Hornbelt...."
She stood up and listened carefully. She went to the bedroom door and tried the handle, still locked. The sirens were getting closer. Something had gone wrong in Kurt's plan, Jenny suspected.
Her heart thundered with concern. Would this mean that she and her husband would be shot to death by the kidnappers? Would this be the end of all of them? The sirens came closer, and now they were stopping. Just short of the cabin itself. There must have been dozens of them. They kept coming. Jenny had a sudden urge to masturbate. She pictured herself spread out on the bedroom floor with bullets flying into the little house, her husband tied up in the chair where she'd last seen him, and herself pumping her long fingers up and down in the petals of her opening.
When she came to her senses again it was because of the sound of a megaphone, a big raspy voice booming into the house like bullets. "Come out with your hands up and do not resist in any way. We have surrounded the cabin. Do you hear me in there? All of the kidnappers must come out with your hands up...."
The voice droned on. So this was it, Jenny thought to herself. This was the way it was ending. She was naked and alone in the bedroom of the cabin and like the SLA in Los Angeles, she figured, she'd probably go up in flames in a matter of minutes. Maybe, she thought, they would bargain, and she sat down on the edge of the bed pretending that she had all the time in the world'. She wondered what would happen to Len and herself in the event that their lives were spared. The bedroom door burst open. "O.K.," said Kurt who stood there with sweat on his brow, "you listen to me. I don't know how it happened or why, Mrs. Hornbelt, but you're a lucky lady. You're not gonna get shot by me right now. You hear me?" He had her fur coat in his hand. "Here, take this. Your husband doesn't know from us what's happened. He doesn't have to." He turned and looked behind him. The megaphone had started up again. "I haven't got much time," he said, tossing the mink at her. "Put this on and lay down on the floor. If anyone gets out alive, it'll be you and your husband. I'm going to bring him in here now. He doesn't look so hot-maybe it's his heart. But that'll all pass. I'm sorry we didn't get to know each other under other circumstances. See ya."
Jenny's heart thundered. "Kurt, wait," she moaned. She was naked and across the room, her tits bouncing lightly. She had her hands around his .neck, he was sweating, and she pressed her lips up to his face. "I loved you," she said, "even despite the circumstances." She kissed him in the mouth, giving him all of her long loose tongue, and he kissed her passionately back in the mouth until her throat tingled with the feel of his tongue. He was alive and warm in her arms, and she liked the feel of his leather jacket pressing against her naked breasts. She rubbed up against him, kissing him long and hard. Suddenly there was a shot fired, another, and then a round of the ricocheting bullets. He pushed her away, knocking her down. She tumbled and fell on the floor nearby where the coat had fallen. "Goodbye, babe," he said and he left the door open. A moment later, his head bruised, his grey hair mussed, Len appeared at the door. He came in, shut the door and turned to Jenny: "Are you alright, darling?"
She looked up at her wounded husband. His face was swollen and his eyes were wide. She wondered if she would be able ever to tell him what had happened to her. "It was bad," he was saying. "How come you're naked? What did they do to you?"
She slipped into the coat and stood up. "I'm alright, darling. Don't worry about me. What's happening out here?" She put her arms around him, and he let her comfort him. "They're going to die," he said. "And they deserve it."
"Yes," said Jenny," I suppose they do." Her eyes were far away, in some other land, and she was thinking about the thrusting muscle which had taught her about ecstasy and sex and about how that man with the muscle would be dead in another minute or two, or perhaps he already was....
She made a mad dash for the bedroom door, swung it open, and just then a smattering of flying glass and hard-hitting lead splattered around the front-room windows, and took with it Kurt in a mad-swim dance on his toes. He spun around firing some sort of tommy-gun wildly at the ceiling, at the walls, at the floor, his huge weapon spitting fire and destruction, and he went down. A moment later the other two men, Ralph and Jim were also hit, and the only sound was the megaphone, pleading now instead of droning, " ... I repeat, are there any others of you in there? Is there anyone else in there? Come out if you're in there ... Mr. and Mrs. Hornbelt? Are you in there? This is Captain Fry of the F.B.I, and we're here to help ... "
* * *
At their suburban home in Washington, D.C., Jenny and Len sat across from each other in the living room, he in his large, overstuffed chair, her on the sofa. It had been a week since the kidnapping, a week since Jenny had made love to her husband. She'd yet to tell him about the mollesting by the criminals.
"Len," she said softly, checking nervously the button at the top of her blouse, and even as she began to speak a soft sort of shudder began to vibrate in her breasts, something subtle which foretold the nature of her conversation with her husband.
"Darling?" he said, looking up from his paper. "Is something the matter?"
"I ... ah ... just wondered ... if maybe you'd like to read and watch TV in bed? It might be more comfortable, and, well-"
"I think that's a great idea," said Len, lifting his feet off the ottomon and standing up. He tied his smoking jacket a little tighter and smiled at his young wife.
Jenny stood up, with her breasts, like a couple of heavy but firm weights, that stuck out nicely.
She was wearing no bra. "Shall I bring a couple of drinks?" asked Len, and Jenny just shook her head-and her breasts jiggled some, too-"No, I don't think I need anything like that."
"Good," said Len.
He followed her down the hallway, toward the bedroom. She could feel his eyes penetrating across her smoothly rolling bottom, inspecting her floating hips and sliding, shifting buttocks. Her rear end shook gracefully for him, for she knew instinctively that it was all important that this foreplay, visual or otherwise, come out right. She whispered over her shoulder without looking directly at Len, "It's been a while since you've looked at me like that, darling."
When she reached the bedroom she swung around on him, and he stopped short in front of her, reaching forward to take her by that narrow waist which he'd so desired for all these passed several days. She could feel his hands trembling, and she wondered why it was that he was so nervous. Before that night at Timberline she had always been the one to be nervous and shy, she had always been the one to be reluctant and careful, and it was Len who had always been forward and brash. In fact, before Timberline, she could not stop him from making his advances, from pawing at her behind, her bossom, her mound. Now it was something different. She aimed to find out what.
She reached down to her waist where his fingers were clutching at her blouse and she held his slightly trembling wrists. "What is it, darling? she asked softly. "Is something the matter?"
"No," said Len, his mouth pressing close to hers. It was a forceful, forward gesture, the kind of thing he'd done before Timberline, and she liked it now, realized that it was his manly force which, she'd been missing the passed few days, which she'd admired in Kurt that sacred night.
Len pressed closer, and now he kissed her for the first time in a week. His tongue darted outwards, between her lips, and scraped lightly along the inside of her mouth. It went searching in and out for the right angle and landed like the fisherman's lure at just the right cove. There it rested for a second, and then, searching further down the narrow distance of her cave, it went traveling into her throat.
"Oh, Len," she gagged for a moment, but then she went back for more, for more of that wet, fish-like piece of flesh, that thing which started her going, and she could feel Len's hands sliding down off of her smooth hips and down to her thighs. Even through the material of her skirt she could feel his hands pressing her slightly damp thighs. The round of her smooth upper legs chilled with something electric, something more than chemical, that charge of energy when wrapping around her torso, touching off little sensitively triggered nerves in the various parts of her body which were especially sensuous, the small of her back, the smooth of her underbelly, the area just below her arm pits and then around her chest, her breasts, and her nipples especially. It was like her entire body was wired. If she was touched off at one place it started a chain reaction one which triggered sensations of the erotic sort in her vagina and her anus and her mouth and her breasts and cheeks. It was something overwhich, since Timberline, she'd had no control.
She went back to thinking about his pressing palms while his tongue continued to lolly about inside her hungry mouth. There was no sense in denying it any longer. She was hungry. It was something she longed for. Before Timberline it had been something she put up with. She'd put up with Len's advances as though he and everything that had to do with sex were shameful and disgusting. But she'd sunk so low there, so far under, that now it was everything she could do just to stop thinking for a moment about her cunt and what a good cock could do there.
She took his hand off of her thigh. She directed it, placed it between the sweetly narrow space between her loins. She'd had to lift her skirt to do it, but it was worthwhile. Now she went for his tongue again, now with his hand between her thighs, pressing up close to her panties where the wet was forming slowly below her lips, and she sucked up his mouth muscle while his fingers between her legs did that delicate necessarily inaccurate crawl around the heavenly part of her body, around the part of her body which she'd learned at Timberline that could no longer be denied.
"Oh, Len," she moaned, "I love you, I love you." It was totally spontaneous, something which just burst out of her with the first feel of his fingers pressing at the wet splotch in her panties. She couldn't control her enthusiasm. The feel of his fingers getting close to the one and only all time target area, getting up against her mound and coming almost in touch with her silky moistened lips made it impossible for her to hold back. Her hips sprung forward and pressed on his cock, like they'd been suddenly released from tremendous pressure. His wrist took up the slack and ended between her loins, rubbing sensuously at the velvet skin of her inner thighs, working miraculously at setting off yet another super-charge of a building chill.
He removed his hand and reached around to her buttocks which was sovered only with the thin, sheer material of her panties. Her skirt was up and over her hips and his fingers sliding lightly on her blushing cheeks were yet another fabulous little detail with which her heart could find meaning. "Ooooh, please," she cooed in his ear, still standing alongside his pressing body.
His buldged crotch jammed forward and a tell-tale knob worked hard on her mound, humping up against the panty covered fur of her mound. She worked her hips involuntarily upwards, smoothly sliding and pressing in order to get more of the scintillating feel of the creature-like hose which was coming to life along her needy pussy. Something inside her began to boil, deep down in her vagina, seething, riding upwards, as if something with brains were searching for satisfaction, as if something inside her now juicy hole was getting ready to reach out and grab for more of the stimulation which for years before she'd denied herself.
Len's hands pulled on her rump and brought the possibility of satisfaction that much closer to Jenny's wetting interior.
"On the bed," he whispered in her ear, and the rush of warm air caressing her ear was yet another sensuous feel for her galvanized body. She started backwards, but felt her feet go away from under her as a pair of griping hands and arms came up and under her backside. He carried her to the bed and spread her out like a blanket.
She looked up wondering where he was, why he wasn't pressing down on her and continuing, and then she realized that he'd stopped for an instant to begin on his belt. "I'll do it," she said, quickly righting herself and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Let me, please Len?"
Surprised, he did not smile but nodded, watching her hands go quickly and nimbly to work, her fingers unknitting the buckle of his leather belt, pulling the straps frantically free and searching for the little switch of metal, the tag to his zipper. She pulled the snap on the trousers and there was the latch, miniscule in reality, giant in her mind's eye as she pulled it downwards with one quick panicky tug. It came down completely and a buldge lept forward in the cotton drawers below.
Sparks lept from Jenny's eyes at the full muscle which she knew was underneath and about to come into view. She curled and hooked her fingers around the elastic of his underwear and rolled the jockey shorts away. There it was, the thing she'd been needful of, the thing which could give her the satisfaction she craved. It looked super-sized to her hungering eyes, and every knotch and groove and ridge demanded her attention. She started to feel it up when it suddenly lept forward into her face and landed perfectly on her face at her lips. She spread her mouth wide to accommodate the mighty shaft, a throbbing member if ever she'd seen one, and it began its descent in her face. At first only her tongue dared to touch the sensitive tip, and then her lips folded closed on the first inches of the penetrating phallus as it continued downwards into her mouth cave. She felt the golden mushroom which a moment before she'd been looking to start pierceing her throat. She was making little gagging noises, choking slightly at the shock of the full-thing which was suddenly pressing to the back of her neck. Her eyes opened wide and she stared full on at the pubic patch which surrounded his member and testicles. She reached a hand around the base of the cock. She curled her fingers thankfully on the thickening base while applying her second hand to the hairy scrotum. She kissed his balls to make sure she recognized them as belonging to her husband and to get a feel of the genitals which she wanted to by pumping at another orifice in her body a few minutes from then.
"Good, honey," she heard him saying, "good ... that's the way ... you're doing it now. And with his encouragement she continued with the sucking of his meat which was giving her, as much satisfaction as it was him. Just the feel of the animal-like hose pressing in her mouth was making her juices begin to seethe. She wanted more and more of the heavenly magic stick.
She released his balls when the thought occurred to her that she would like to kiss his rear. So she reached to that side of his body and made little circles with her lips to match the thrusting larger circles his hips were waving. His penis swayed from side to side, spreading her lips wider than she thought they would ever go, and the knobby tip was at one time in the hollow of her cheek, and then it was at her throat, pressing, working hard to go deep, and then it was sliding out of her mouth, leaving her empty, hollow. "Len?" she asked, shocked that he'd pulled away so abruptly. "Len?"
He reached out and before she could articulate to herself what was happening, his quick fingers undid the buttons of her blouse bringing a cool, fresh breeze racing across her naked breasts. In answer to the sudden exposure, her nipples hot forward, excited and firm. His big hands leaned down and took charge of her two husky mammaries, one in each hand, one nipple for each palm. His fingers squeezed around and around the two needful organs.
She kissed his arm in greatfulness for the work he performed rubbing along her body. She fell backwards under the pressure of his two hands. His fingers found the snap and zipper on the side of her skirt and momentarily she was undressed, her skirt folded open. She was left with her blouse half off and wearing just her wetted panties.
Her lips longed to touch his body, to press against his shoulder or his face or his fingers, to suck on something, anything. She had to have her oral cave filled with activity or she would die. She lifted her head and found her way to his chest which was suddenly bare. He'd removed his shirt in the flurry of their activity. He was upon her now, naked entirely, and his hardness was entirely unharnessed pressing against her thigh. She pressed her lips around his manly nipple and rolled her tongue against it as if it were some vestigual penis, a poor substitute for the huge flesh tool which had a moment before filled her mouth with desire.
He cupped his hands around the underside of her cheeks to spread her legs, ready to accommodate his stiffness. His fingers rolled her fanny, squeezed it into an ecstasy which was impossible to deny. The small of her back, sweaty with heat, stuck to the sheet of the bed. She coughed and panted a little afterwards, and then she kissed his pressing shoulder. Something big and knobby worked on her inner leg, sliding along her loin, crawling upwards toward her panties, and she knew that the hose-like thing which advanced on her mound could only be Len's erect cock.
Under her wetted panties she could feel her lips spreading in juicy readiness. They needed to have that perfectly shaped creature pressing and filling, needed to feel that red hot tip rubbing. It was time, she knew, for the spear to enter her and to kill the itch and turn her desire to fire.
Everywhere inside her mound she felt tiny flames beginning to take on the form of huge fires. She could sense the juice turning to lubrication, and the lubrication seeping outside from within folds. Mounting inner pressures of her vagina were translated in her abdoment to hot chills, and her hips climbed upwards against Len's hard muscle and steely crotch. She felt his hand go wandering between her thighs again, and this time his fingers took hold of her panties and worked down inside across her thatched pubic hairs.
"Oh, yes ... Len...." she cried softly as his finger searched out the confines of her fleshy gates. She reached down, between their two heated bodies, and she took hold of his digit and pressed it hard against her growing, swelling clitoris. She put his finger right in place, on top of the buttery little button, and made sure that the ball of the digit was tight, perfectly in place. " ... now...." she whispered out of nowhere with a hot breath. " ... now ... Len ... yes ... like that...." And the finger seemed to give breath to a whole new set of living desires which had been buried in the soft wet inner flesh of her stormy vagina.
She felt his heavy hips rubbing on her thigh and lifted her ample upper leg somewhat in order to caress the cock muscle itself while continuting to enjoy the masturbation of his finger flicking on her clitoris. She rolled slightly sideways and lifted one leg, as if opening up some great bridge. Now her cunt and the mound were naked, her panties having gone with Len's fingers someplace else, and she was breathing hard, panting, making slightly frantic gasping noises, unable to control the earthly ardour which had begun to mount below her abdomen.
She gave way to a guilty impulse, to suck on one of Len's fingers, and she took his free hand from between her legs and brought up one of his fingers, covered with her own juices, and puckeringly took it into her face where she could lick it and roll it against her tongue. When he took that finger out of her mouth she wondered for a moment where it would go and then she felt it come sliding around behind her, up between her sweaty hot buttocks, and it went sliding in that narrow groove of ass hollow until it arrived on her anus ring. She could feel Len pause, and she heard him whisper in some secret breath, "Just hold on, baby ... just hold on...." and the juice-coated, saliva-licked digit popped her rubber band sphincter and entered a knuckle's worth into her anus. "Arrrghhh, Len, no," she moaned, and he pulled out instantaneously away from the hurt hole. "I's just too tight," she confided, and he moaned softly, "Yes, I know, we'll see...." and though she didn't know what he meant by "We'll see," she didn't care because something fabulous was happening again in her pulsating vagina.
Len's hands were both at work on her swinging hips. Jenny lifted her body up in his directing hands and felt the hose of his cock press and bend slightly between the lips. Only he wasn't entering on the perpendicular but sideways, just sliding the bow of his penis back and forth in the rocking split-flesh of her weting labia. The juices were seeping out of her vagina and the first stroke sideways was a dry one, but the second came smoothly across, now lubricated, and the third was like a skater on ice, cutting and friction-free. Everything was wet.
Len's one hand went under Jenny's rear-end and a finger came crawling up from the under side, like a second penis, and it pressed at the very bottom of her cunt, pulling on the fleshy lips from that new angle while his hardened prick attacked from in front. The combined feel was like being opened by a can-opener. She knew this was it. He was going to consume her vagina with his long-awaited cock muscle.
First came the rubber-like heated head. It started forward, and just when she thought her flesh cave was going to get the filling it needed, the knob stopped, rested, and retreated. It pulled back and then, again it pressed forward, coming in just a little further but still denying her the ultimate filling. "Oh, Len," she moaned, "Len...." He came closer to filling her on the next stab, but he stayed on the outside of the nest, just between the lips. "I want...." she mumbled in a kind of dual agony-ecstasy. She wanted his cock all the way inside her. She would have done anything to get it.
She even reached around, as she had with Kurt, and she took his buns in her hand and pressed. Now the stab-device came forward, the spear was tossed, and it was in, all the way in, every inch of throbbing cock giving her vagina the full-treatment she'd longed for. The heavy tip pressed hard and fast at the back of her vagina where a puddle of juices had welled-up and now spread around the rim of his cock. And the walls undulated, in a kind of physical congratulations to themselves for having what they most needed-the stem of that throbbing shaft and the petal-like lips climbed the root of the shaft and gripped as best they could on the slid Jenny's hips shook quake-like, quivering with uncontrollable desires for more of the same. Suddenly, it wasn't enough to have a penis in her vagina. It wasn't enough to have a hand on her rear end squeezing her buttocks. It wasn't enough to have a large satin-headedd snake-like beast unleashed inside her oily cave. She needed much much more, and she was willing to fight tooth and nail to get it.
She lifted her hands and spread them around Len's face and looked at his closed eyes and his flaring nostrils: The beast wasn't just in his cock and balls, just in his crotch, it was all of him. He had to be an animal and give her what she wanted. She lifted her mouth to his neck and bit him on the side of the throat to let him know that he must go harder, to tell him that she sould take more-not only take more, but needed more, even if it seemed like punishment to her bagina.
Instinctively responding to her nibbling on his throat, Len charged down hard like a bull, and his phallus thrust home point-wise into the deep confines and remote hollow of Jenny's narrow wet aperture. Now he was home-free, and she knew that he was giving her what she longed for. The excitement was building, a gush was on the way, and how she'd gotten up the pathway, up the ecstasy ladder, she would never know, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the hearty muscle pressing down deep in her cunt and making everything possible. She rolled her hips to get the rim of the tip glancing on her clitoris.
Len took on a short one-two-three motion: one in, two back, three-he cocked his hips and started down again. The prick shot forward, thrust out of his crotch like a thrown spear, sticking Jenny the way she wanted it, catching her clit just as she'd hoped it would. She rolled her pussy left and right and in that manner got a little more rubbing on one side of the sensitized vaginal-dick than on the other. When the magic mushroom phallus pulled away a second time, it took with it the bend clit button and turned it into a heaven spot in Jenny's vagina. "Aiieeeehh ... aaaahhhh...." she moaned like a tigress in heat.
Her pussy began to wildly contract, sending out paroxysms which matched the joy of her lower abdomen. Circles of excitement and bodily thrill spread out wave-like from her squeezing lust-box, and the muscular ripples of her griping vagina sought for a foothold on Len's dick, sought to take charge of it in the only way they knew how, by squeezing and milking and secreting more and more juices. But the throbbing dick was buttery wet just like her own inner flesh walls and there was so stopping it, no holding onto it, and she felt wonderfully vulernable inside her vagina as the stick impaled her and then left her lecherously empty and then returned again, again filling her up with sex muscle.
"I'm getting so close ... oh, Len ... I'm getting so close," Jenny breathlessly panted. "Please keep coming ... please, fuck me hard, darling ... harder . ... She lifted her mound up in union with his driving shaft, in order to meet it all the way, in order to enjoy the ridges of his prick to make them rub on her aroused clitoris. She felt as if her insides were twitching alive, and she could tell that the juices and the slipperiness welling up in her cave were about to give way to a full-fledged succulently wet orgasmic finish for the fuck.
Long smooth rippling muscles took charge of the penetratingly deep phallus flesh and rolled up and down across the hardened steely wedge of cock as a spray of juices reached out to make the way especially easy and to announce the final gush of orgasmic climax. "Shesshhh ... yes, panted Jenny, all of her body floating in the cloud of cum-ecstasy which her body had become. "Now ... now, she hummed in a creamy, throaty voice. His penis inside her suddenly swelled, to match her own excitement, and some abrubtly throbbing pulse took over inside her highly sensitized cave, and she knew instantaneously that it was Len's jerking ejaculation which was happening inside her, filling her up with his warm thick semen. His cum squirted out and splattered on the back and interior walls of her vagina, every drop giving her own orgasmic climax a final push, a sense of completion.
She didn't want the satisfying cock to leave her body. She wanted to never let go of it, to have it deep inside her pussy flesh forever, and then, as the aftermath of orgasm began to drift away to leave her relaxed and gratified, she let her mind drift, too. She was very nearly asleep with Len's cock buried in her wet cunt flesh when she felt the still stiff member begin to slowly but surely rise up and slide away from her. "Oh, no," she mutely protested, and his lead boner worked free of her grabbing wet flesh petals and cleared her cave hollow. "Oh, I suppose," she sleepily said, "all good things have to-
Len cut her off sharply. "I want to ask you about something," he said in a stern voice. "I haven't brought it up all week long. I want to ask you about Timberline."
Jenny shuddered and opened her eyes. She'd hoped never to have had to think about it again. "What do you want to know?" she asked timidly.
Len's eyes raged. "Everything-I want to know everything, Jenny. Tell me now."
CHAPTER TEN
She told him from beginning to end. She told about the first rnollestation, about the oral rape, about the masturbation on her thighs, about the penetration of her vagina, and about how the leader of the kidnappers at Timberline had fucked her forcibly and how he'd spared her life at the last minute.
She did not tell him about her orgasmic release during the last rape, nor did she mention that the now dead kidnapper was responsible for freeing in her a lusty urge which had long been denied.
When it was over, when she'd told him everything she could think of that he would want to know She told him all of what he insisted on hearing and knowing, not because she wanted him to know-she turned her head away because she knew he was angered, furious. But she did not expect his violent reaction.
"You gave yourself to them," he scolded her mildly at first.
"I what?" was her stunned reaction. Her breasts chilled at the thought. "It was rape, Len, pure and simple rape."
"You wanted it," he said. "Turn over."
"Len," she said, sitting up, her breasts bouncing slightly, you don't know what you're saying."
His angry eyes roved her body, looked her up and down and landed on her face. She looked at the expression in his eyes, the way his lips cruelly twisted in rage. "You willingly allowed them to defile your body. You know what was happening and you gave yourself."
"No, Len," she protested, "It's not true, darling. You're angry, but it's not me-it's them. They're dead. It's over."
"Not quite, babe," he said, coming at her.
She could only see his body as a muscular blur, a hirsute missle coming at her with desires and angers and contempts she did not know him capable of. "Len, please," she said, lifting her small hands as if to be able to straight-arm him away. "Please think about what you're doing."
"I know exactly what I'm doing," he said, taking her by the arms, squeezing her so tight that she winced in pain. "I'm going to give you some of what you deserve for acting like such a wanton, depraved young girl."
"No, please," she said, her eyes fearful and intent. "You have to-"
He grabbed her around her narrow tender waist and used his superior strength to turn her over. "You're going to get just one more kind of sex, honey, and then you can tell me your story again ... if you're still interested." He had her hard around the belly and was twisting her onto her belly. She tried to squirm free, but he kept coming at her with his entire body. She felt his softened muscle press at the back of her thigh, working upwards toward her rump where his stomach already had begun to pump. Despite her fears, her buttocks warmed with the feel of the unintentional massage to her soft cheeks. She felt his groin climb higher on her backside, get closer to her anal ring. Something pressed into her still wet vagina, his finger she discovered had wormed against her recently excited clitoris. Juices spilled out along the now open canalway, and spread down along the insides of her stiff loins. She attempted to close her legs so as to deny any access to heer inner flesh, but the finger squirmed in a snake-like, like a roto-rooter device, and it came up high in her wet and formerly willing vagina, pressing up inside her and rekindling the natural desires which had been previously gratified so nicely.
"Please," she moaned, not wanting to believe what was happening, "What are you doing, darling? What does this have to do with Timberling?"
"Everything and nothing," he quickly retorted, adjusting his swinging pelvis between the backs of her legs. "It's just a way of making sure that you're all mine again. Do you understand?"
She did not understand. She knew nothing. Everything that she thought she knew vanished with the feel of a slippery finger running devinely and sensuously and surprisingly down the crack in her rump. "But Len, Len," she giggled despite her fears as to what he really had in mind, "what are you doing, darling?" His lack of response and the sound of his quickening breath frightened her more than any spoken words could ever. The feel of his finger rubbing in her back slit gave her pause. It was something new,. some other other sort of sensuous sensation, one that she'd doubted possible. Oh, sure she'd heard of such things, but like all sorts of sex before Timberline, she'd been only disgusted and amused and afraid to even think about it. And now, now with her own husband, it was happening. "Please...." she stammered, trying to think of words to make him stop, to make him reconsider. But the feeling of the wet digit sliding between her firming cheeks took away all thought and replaced it with the juicy feel of something forbidden, something unmentioned. It was a pressing wet and greasy feeling, as if something erotic and slippery were happening to her in a place that she didn't know such things could happen. The wetly sliding finger approached the hole itself, and something slid up against her leg-Len's penis, rubbing hard instead of soft this time.
The finger pressed on the rubbery circle of muscular flesh guarding the backdoor to her body. The orifice, she knew, was too small. He'll kill me if he does anything else back there, he'll ruin me forever ... It'll ... be too much ... It's not possible ... She defiantly wagged her tail-end, rolled her rump away from the pressing digit which had just then popped forward and upwards in one quick stroke, entering her tight dry rectum and spreading the lubricating juice from her vagina. He'd gone into her pussy for juices, not to stimulate her, it occurred to Jenny, and now he was using that same juice, hers mixed with his previous cuming, to enter her little back hole with his finger. The knuckle spread the muscle of the rectum and was working on getting in a notch further. She rolled her pelvis downwards, went banging toward an imagined freedom on the bed, springing back and up again, unable to escape the penetration of the digit which kept driving, drilling, as if there was some precious power hidden within.
"Honey," came Len's surprising voice, "just take it easy and you'll see it can be nice, too. Just take it for what it is."
"You've got to be kidding," she said. "I won't stand for it. It's no good. You can't-"
He cut her off by flinging his hand around in front of her face, pressing his palm against her mouth. Then she felt his grip loosen there, and it reformed around the nape of her neck and pressed her face down sideways into the bed. She was breathing out of her nose and looking sideways, her small protests and complaints getting muffled in the soft cotton linen and fluffy pillow. The finger was going in deeper, gouging out her asshole. It felt like a fiery branding-iron, one that was going to scorch her. She kept saying over and over in her brain that she hoped it would be just his finger, that he wouldn't try anything with his cock, that he wouldn't try to use that steely thing which was wobbling up against the back of her leg, firming, taking on iron-girder strength. It felt like some sort of I-beam had been pressed flush with her thigh, and she dreaded the pain the insertion of such a tool might work on her small, narrowly fitting anal tube.
In the next instant something surprising occurred to Jenny. She wondered if it were possible that the penentration of her asshole could at all be pleasurable. Just as quickly as the idea flashed in her brain, it disappeared, though, for in that same instant Len forced another knuckle of bony, craggly finger into her asshole. She welped with the feel of the pressure and what seemed like some sort of a tear in her rear end, and then she rolled her buns sideways in the hopes that the gouging digit and the feel it caused would subside. A moment later she was praying for mercy from the fully-inserted digit which was lodged totally inside her tight sphincter entrance.
Desperate and exhausted, she stopped squirming for a moment and took a much needed breath in order to fortify her efforts at escape. Then, while laying quietly with Len rolling his finger from side to side in the rubbery anus catch, she realized that some of her objections to the anal probe were part of her psychology, and that in fact the sensation of something rubbing on her tender rear door was rather less painful than different.
"Len," she said, in a different voice, "have you ever done this with anyone else?"
"Nevermind that," he said, seemingly somewhat distracted for an instant. Jenny heard him making a kind of spitting noise and she felt the runny saliva go sliding down her bun crack and curling around his inserted digit. "Mmm, good," he said, relaxing his finger somewhat and letting the saliva get into the juncture of digit and bunghole, "this is going to be good, baby. You just hand on and get ready for a mighty fine ride." She didn't believe that it was going to be that fine a ride, but she did have to reluctantly agree with him that the pressure of his finger had eased somewhat since he'd applied the oral lubrication of his saliva. There was a hint of something juicy at work in her formerly irritated anus.
In the next instant she gave way to yet another incredibly strange sensation, for Len applied another digit to the inside of her pussy. She had dual spears shoved into her pelvis, like someone getting a kind of manual acupuncture, one for each oriffice, and her pelivs slipped in Len's arms as it responded on its own to the strangely provocative stimulation. The two digits, however, each buried in a crotch hole, remained firm and deeply penetrating in their respective craters, the one in the vagina, the other in the rectum. Jenny pictured herself as some sort of skewered beast prepared for eating, only instead of there being metal shoved through her body there were two fingers, one at each end. She tried to escape from the pressing fixtures, but now it was like rotating on a new axis, like revolving the way a globe does on a piece of steel. The feeling went straight throught her strangely excited body, and nerves she never knew existed were suddenly highly stumulated and charged.
Momentarily, she had an entirely different feeling all together, for it was just that Len pulled his right-handed digit out, uncorking her, leaving that tight space of anal corridor totally empty, hollow. "Shew," she gasped, "that was something. What a relief!"
"Oh, yes," said Len, "and it's just the beginning."
"Oh, no, darling," said Jenny in a frantic, frightened voice, appealing to Len's sympathies, "you can't mean that." And as she started to turn, she realized that she still had his other finger plowed deep into her vagina. He caught her around the waist. "I meant what I said," he hissed at the back of her blonde head, "and I'm going to make up for what happened at Timberline." He used a stronghold lock which held Jenny's waist painfully in place and mounted her from the rear, his hardened muscular body coming down firmly on the soft of her cheeks, his hardening cock leading the way into the already moistly appealing crease in Jenny's rump. His sliding cock landed flat in the narrow hanger and slipped downwards, head first, thanks to his rolling hips, and squared off against her anus. The mushroom point, as Jenny thought she could imagine it, must have been purplish with ardour. And then, suddenly, she could no longer imagine anything, for the point was pressing downwards into the crevice, starting to grind.
"It hurts, Len," she squealed in ardent defiance. "Don't you care about me at all, honey?"
But Len was deaf to Jenny's cries. She felt his tool moving forward. He had one had to spread her cheeks, and she could feel each of his fingers working wedge-like into the crack of her ass to peel back the left bun and make entry to the anus possible. Her buns were split, and her crack was getting filled. The sphincter was spreading, like it or not, to accommodate the intruder. Her anus space widened because of the pressing spongy sword which continuted its initial descent. It kept coming at her, no matter how she writhed to get free, and she could feel the rim beginning to find its place in her rubbery gate. "Please ... no more, Len ... enough ... no more, honey," she welped as the thing split her circle of flesh asunder. The muscle broke-or so it seemed to Jenny's pained senses-the rim of the enlarged mushroomed cock popped into place, plugging up all access except to the dick stem which followed on hard. The plunging piston-like muscle foraged down deep, but it did so at a creepingly slow pace, as though it had a very precise motor within it. It jerked from time to time and that was the source of even more strangely charged sensations for Jenny. She squealed mildly when she heard and felt Len's finger sliding out from within her pussy and felt it spreading juices around her anus. She could feel the lubrication and she knew that it meant there was still more muscular cock to be coming down her rear shaft.
"You got a nice canyon back here," said Len. "Baby, did I ever tell you that? Did I tell you that that night at Timberline? Did I tell you that I liked your little brown hole the day we got married? I been waiting a long time for this one, Jenny, a long time indeed!" He reached his free hand up to her chest and rolled his long, bony fingers around her pendular right breast and squeezed. He kneaded the flesh of her titty, and a fresh chill, in contrast to much of whatever else was going on on her backside, spread out along her smooth shoulders and reminded her of some of the pleasurable moments, purely pleasureable, she'd had up until a few minutes before. But the ache in her rear end, was beginning to tear its full head again, and she hardly knew what to do in order to keep it under control. She bucked upwards in a suddenly shocking effort to get free from his arm around her waist, but he gripped back tight, and there was no way of her getting out from under. In fact, the gesture gave rise to more of the meat entering her rear slot than she thought ever possible.
In the next instant, the mushroom head plowed forward, deeply piercing her rectum and entering her entirely, from sphincter to volcanic depths, and her crater was chock-full of muscular throbbing cock. The hot shaft speared and spread her sphincter band loose until there was no longer any question of resistance. Though she could feel the effects, no longer was it a matter about which she had any say whatsoever. His throbbing penis bowed within her back hole and rubbed irritatingly on the outside but somehow erotically on the inside. She didn't know why, but all of a sudden she felt like her insides were on fire, alive for the first time in a long, long while, even more so than on the occasion when Kurt ahd shown her the way her pussy could feel, and her asshole was, this time, the final source of attraction. She didn't know why, but a huge surge of energy took over her bowels, and long smoothly contracting muscular undulating motions began rolling up and down her cock-filled colon. It was as if her body were trying to vacate a hard turd, and the muscles were working overtime, full-steam, steamrolling on the steely pecker in their confines.
With a sudden show of strength, Len savagely slammed his prick harder into the tightly contracting back cave. What little room there had been in the smooth surfaced rear muscle was now fully occupied with thrusting muscle. Jenny screamed with contorted efforts to understand the knifing in her bowels. Her heels came wailing upwards between Len's calves in response to the quick stab which had taken her breath. Her arms clenched at the edges of the mattres, her hands gripping for some sort of hold with which to fend off the punishing, hard fucking her anus was undergoing. Her body whipped up and down uncontrollably. She threw out her legs in wild abandoment surprising even Len. But he kept pounding his hardened penis into her, and she kept roaring up and down like some sort of animal in the throes of dying. It was a continuous plowing and fucking of her anus, and not at all at all tight as would be expected, but rather loose and free, surprising to both of them. The lubrication had finally done its oily work, making the anal fuck purely delightful for Len.
Jenny felt her body begin to glow. Something had been billed as the worst insult in the world was turning, finally, into the best ecstasy ever. This supposedly defiling act became a mainstay in her repertoire even though it was the first time. She found herself wondering, even as the punishing thrusting in her slippery asshole tube continued, how she had manage to become twenty-one without ever having tried this act before. The butt-fuck, though she was previously doing everything she could do to avoid it, had become a marvellous success. Some soft balmy currents of air flowed between her legs every time that Len's hearty pelvis smashed down into her ass flesh, and she realized for the first time in about five minutes that Len had reapplied his finger to her cunt, to her clit in particular, and that she was again getting fucked in both of her pelvic orifices.
The rhythm of Len's finger flicking on her clitoris , matched the stroke power going on in her anus. His efforts were coordinated at satisfying both of them, not just himself. It was for this one thing that Jenny was especially thankful. She began to ride with the waves of juice-like ecstasy which passed from her bowel to her vagina and back again. She let herself to sea with these feelings-vulnerable, adrift, horniness, satisfied, something profound and deeply sensate taking her away, making her cruise to unknown heights ... Oh, God, thought Jenny, is defilement the answer? Is depravity the thing for me? Should she have allowed these quilty thoughts to ruin her pleasure? she pushed them out of her mind to concentrate of the hammering prick which worked away inside her tubular smoothly undulating rear muscles.
In the next instant, and in the same way which she'd once grown used to a water pic spraying repeatedly at her gums, she realized that the thrusting tool in her asshole was throbbing off and spraying cum; that Len was having his ejaculation and filling her rear cave with his juice. It was like some sort of massive tide water had been let loose to fill her real canal. The thick warm cum stuff kept squrting into her body, injecting her distant bowel nerves with the feel of a sauna.
A moment later Len stroked out of Jenny's bunghole. "There you have it, dear," he said, his cock dripping a strange, brackish stuff. "All the loving you'll ever get from me."
"Oh, Len," she said, "I don't believe you did that. You know at first I was so down on the idea, but now ... now...." She rolled over and let her arms spread out at her sides, and let her fingers stretch "Oooh, yes," she said "that's the best."
She felt the puddle form under her cheeks and knew it was the cum dripping and the lubrication from her vagina sliding out between her thighs. "Mmm," she hummed, "yes, I don't think I'll ever object to another thing you ask me to do ever, darling. I think I've finally become a real woman!"
"I won't be asking you to do anything for me, Jenny. That's what I was just saying-you've had all the loving you'll ever get from me." He stood up and marched to the bathroom and turned on one of the fawcetts.
"Len?" asked Jenny in an appealing, pleading voice. "Len? What are you saying, darling?"
"I'm saying," he called back coolly from the bathroom while washing his cock, "that I'm done with you, Jenny-finished, kaput, all over. Don't you get it, darling? I spent a year with you, a year trying to loosen you up, trying to get you free, and instead of all that loving getting you into the woman I wanted, it turned you into a little nymph. And it wasn't me, even, but those fellows who kidnapped us at Timberline. I really had ever so little to do with it and....
Jenny stood naked at the bathroom door, her hand on one cheek. "You're telling me we're done, after all of that?"
"That's right," said Len, suddenly standing up nude in front of the sink, his cock still firm and upright but cleaned. "I don't want you around anymore. I'll file for divorce and make whatever settlement your attorney wants. I'm done. It's over."
"You bastard," she mumbled to herself. She could feel her breasts sagging slightly from the let down. "You're kidding, darling." She took a step forward. She reached for his cock. "I need you," she said, beggeing a little, pleading like a child for something lost.
"Maybe you do," said Len, "but I think you reached for what you really need." He backed away out of her range. "It's not me you want-you've grown up some, see, and you realized that you love dick. It's not me, it's sex that was between us. Or rather, not sex, but the lack of sex. Now that you know you can do whatever you damn well please and not feel guilty about it, you don't really need me at all."
"You're crazy," she stormed at him.
"Am I? I'll tell you what-" He reached for the shower and turned it on. "I'm going to wash up and you're going to leave here. You're going to get your shit together and be gone by the time I get out of the shower. If a year from now-one year exactly-you still want me you come back and I'll remarry you. I swear. But for the next year, you're on your own. Goodbye, babydoll. See ya in the whenever." He took a last look at her fabulous smoothly tanned breasts and the strawberry nipples, a quick search of her delightfully thatched pubic mound where her lips still glistened like a pair of opal shaped rubies, and his eyes roved once more across those sweetly shaped thighs, and then stepped into the shower. "By the time I'm out of this shower," he said, "I want you gone out of my life," his voice echoed in Jenny's ears, "or the deal's off. I'll tell everyone, by the way, what you did at Timberline."
Tears scalded Jenny's cheeks. Her pride rocketed her through the house as she collected what few personal belongings she could call her own. And before the shower stopped gushing, thundering in her ears like some edict from on high to match Len Hornbelt's harsh command and year-long bargain, she'd dressed and packed a quick bag and was on her way out.
She didn't bother slamming the front door. She just left it open, swearing to herself that a year from that day she would be back to claim what she thought was rightfully her own, the ambassador's love.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EPILOGUE
A well-built woman in her late twenties wearing what was once a stylish mink coat buttoned to the collar and worn heels, carrying a tattered hand-bag with a newspaper folded and stuffed sideways into it, approached the Enmity Real Estate office on the corner of Pennsylvania Avenue and Eighteenth North West in Washington, D.C. She entered suspiciously, as though she had some secret to hide from just about everyone.
In her walk, as she approached the sleek, well-built secretary who sat at a desk with a placard marked "Information", was something of what must have been at one time a swagger and a certain sense of pizazz. The woman looked as though she'd once been a socialite of the first order and now was down on her luck for some desperate, well-hidden reason. She had blonde curly hair which was scraggly and unkempt. In he eyes was something indefineably forlorn-she'd seen too much, been around too many times, and she knew it, too.
"Hullo," she said to the woman behind the desk, and she nervously tugged the newspaper out of her purse. "I see here in the classifieds that you're selling a piece of property in the lake country. I wonder what you're asking for that."
The efficient looking secretary thumbed through a card index and stopped at a red tab. "Sorry," she said, smiling slightly, "but that property's been sold."
"Oh," said the woman in the worn mink. She, too, smiled slightly, and then she turned and started out of the real estate office. She stopped at the door and turned back. "Thank you," she said absent mindedly, and then proceeded back out into the snow-covered street which led in one direction to the Capitol Building.
"Who was that?" asked an elderly gentleman at the back of the real estate office. "She looked vaguely familiar."
"I don't know," said the secretary. "She wanted to know about the Timberline cabin."
"The Timberline cabin, the one that Ambassador Hornbelt just sold," mused the elderly gentleman as he came forward to the glass windows at the front of the office. He put one finger to his chin and watched the forlorn woman in the mink coat as she moved slowly away. "I wonder...." he said pensively. And then he quickly grabbed an overcoat from the rack at the entrance and made his way out the door. "Hold my calls, and, well, you may as well cancel my appointments. If that's who I think it is-" His face lit up with a slightly lecherous grin. "-I won't be back for the rest of the day. Tell my wife ... oh, tell her any damn thing." He raced back to his desk and grabbed a ring of keys from the right hand drawer. He was out of the office before anyone could ask him even one quick question.
It took the man about two minutes to catch up with the woman in the mink coat. When he did he was a little out of breath but managed just as he came up alongside her to pant, "Mrs. Hornbelt? Jenny Hornbelt?"
The woman's face lit up momentarily as she turned to see who it was who'd called her by a long-forgotten name. "Yes, yes," said the man from the real estate office, "I thought it might be you. Jenny Hornbelt. I was the man who sold you and your husband-your former husband-" His left eyebrow arched slightly, "-that property. You probably don't remember me...."
"Mr. McDonald," said Jenny Hornbelt. "Of course I remember you."
"You have an excellent memory, Mrs. Hornbelt."
"Jenny," she told him, her face blushing crimson.
"Did you want to buy the Timberline cabin?" he asked quickly, falling into pace alongside Jenny Hornbelt.
"Oh, no," she said, her lips parting a little in astonishment. "I couldn't afford anything like that. I just wanted to see it for, oh, ah, oldtime's sake."
"Yes, I see," said the man, his face still bright with some fresh idea. "I just happen to have the keys," he added, holding up a ring and shaking them so that they jangled in front of Jenny's still pretty blue eyes, "and I don't think the new owners would begrudge the former tenant's real estate agent one last peek...."
"Oh, my, I'd be very grateful, Mr. McDonald," said Jenny, her face aglow, "if you would be that kind."
"Of course," he said, his arm sliding around Jenny's still trim waistline, "I'd be delighted. And my car is just back this way a little, too...."
The Mercedes raced around the winding bends and torturous curves, and Jenny's mind reeled with the softened years of memories. This time she went by daylight to that infamous cabin retreat. The forests were as dense as they were that memorable night, and the lakes, still frozen with winter's hard snow, loomed like sunken palaces of the past. She put off what would have been a tear by taking another swig from the salesman's bottle of bourbon.
Two hours later they approached, at nightfall, the last mile of road to Timberline. "It's just about as you remember it," he told her. "I don't think the Ambassador ever changed a thing."
Jenny smiled and folded her legs neatly under her mink coat. "He was always fond of memories," she said proudly.
"Yes," mused the salesman, "I knew how fond he was ... "
Jenny wondered if Mr. McDonald knew the true story or just one of the horrid renditions which travelled all over Washington during the divorce. And then she realized that it didn't matter which version Mr. McDonald had heard. It didn't matter at all.
For there was Timberline, the cabin of her dreams, the innocent retreat where she'd celebrated her First Wedding Anniversary. And it was, as he'd said, just as it had been more than eight years before.
"I want to see inside," she said as the car pulled to a stop on the gravel driveway. "I want to see if it's really the same."
"Of course," said Mr. McDonald, eyeing Jenny's still shapely thighs as he slipped out of his side of the car with the bottle of bourbon clutched in his free hand. "I would presume so!"
He took Jenny by the arm and helped her from the car. He escorted her up the porch steps and fumbled for his keys to open the door. Jenny turned the handle. "It's open, Mr. McDonald."
She didn't wait to hear his reaction. She went ahead, into the small cabin rooms of her long lost past, travelling quickly here and there, looking in this and that corner, smiling to herself, catching sight of this and that memory, here a picture, there a throw rug, and, finally, the bedroom where she'd woken to disaster.
She sat on the bed. She stood up and took off her mink coat. Slowly but surely she unbuttoned the buttons on her blouse. "Listen, Mr. McDonald," she told the man who stood at the bedroom door with his jaw hanging. "I think we both know why you brought me up here. So let's not play any games about it. Alright? Let's just spend the night ... and maybe I'll tell you the real story about Timberline." She let her blouse come open and her breasts, unfettered by any sort of brassiere, poured out full and as creamy as any Mr. McDonald had ever seen. The nipples were full and strawberry at the tips. The belly was lean and smooth, and the hips were sculpted round. "Yes, yes of course," he said, "I understand." Jenny smiled. "I doubt that," she said scornfully, something hard coming into her voice as she looked around the bedroom and continued undressing, pulling down the zipper on her skirt, removing her run nylons. "It's cold," she said. "I hope you're the warm blooded type, Mr. McDonald. I don't want to freeze to death tonight."
McDonald rubbed his hands together, somewhat to fend off the encroaching cold, more because he was looking forward to the luscious body which would soon be between his palms. Jenny watched his eyes. They drank in her form, feasted on her fine body with lecherous satisfaction. "Yes, yes," she mused, sitting casually with her legs spread on the side of the bed, "it's going to be another fine night at Timberline."
McDonald closed in on her, like a hungry tiger ready for the kill. Only this time the prey was willing. He arrived and savagely pushed her down on her back and pressed his mouth hungrily to her wide-spread lips, his tongue filling the hollow of her oral cave. He pressed his body onto her, Jenny spreadeagled. She could feel his member stiffening as it rubbed slightly at the sweet lips of her already juicing snatch, and she closed her eyes and let herself remember and dream that it was not only another night at Timberline ... but another man.
