One of the peculiarities of rape is that frequently, sometime in the process of being forced to participate in sex, the victim participates willingly and even joyfully. This is one of the great stumbling blocks to successful prosecution of rapists. Jurors all too often arc inclined to believe that if the victim isn't physically harmed, she encouraged the rape to take place.
Without going into the merit or lack of it in such reasoning, one thing is painfully clear: sex is such a powerful, compelling force in human emotion it can literally sweep a woman off her feet psychologically. Such an emotion must be studied.
This is a book of forced sex, crime and social comment, though it is also an "adult novel". It has a place in social education as any novel must, because it reveals the dreams and fantasies and realities of a society which buries its head in the sand. That it does it as entertainment is not too awful. People want entertainment first, education second. And that is one of the "normal" anamolies of human society which could also use some explaining, but not here. What is done here is enough, we think.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"Dam that Glen," Valery Taylor muttered, staring impatiently from the fourteenth floor office window at what little she could see ol downtown Seattle. "I have so darned much to do between now and Monday morning."
She brushed peevishly at a lock of black hair on her forehead and corrected her wrist watch to match the four o'clock of the digital clock on her desk. "He's made me sit here in the office all day-for nothing. He could have paid me this morning and given me the rest of Friday off. And he has my car and I'm supposed to meet Susan in front of the bank at five sharp to pick up Bea at the TV station."
For awhile longer, she stared at the grey, October skies and turned back to her desk, grumpily lifting the lid of the box that contained the Halloween costume she would wear under her long coat to the television station and later to the Halloween party held every year by others with offices in the Northwest Empire Building. "He calls himself a Private Dick-I think he's more of a public prick."
Valery lifted the costume from the box, smiled with satisfaction and let it drop back in loose folds. "Bea and Susan and I will be the sexiest goblins and spooks at the party," she mused, thinking of the costumes she had designed and made for herself and two roommates. "One of my creations will be televised tonight when Bea docs the TV weather show," she murmured smugly.
She better keep her legs crossed-or she'll show Seattle-area viewers the panties with the slit in the middle I made for her, Valery laughed silently. Diddle-finger skivvies, I called them. She smiled, then scowled as a flush of heat kindled in her loins.
"And my public prick boss could hit the slit with his eyes closed," she muttered, squirming her rounded bottom on the scat of the chair and staring toward his private office where she could see one of the consoles of his elaborate police radio network receivers. "My present back salary and two raises last year arc tied up in his cops-and-robbers toys," Valery scowled.
Then her attention was drawn to the entry to the offices as she watched a shadowy figure on the other side of the frosted glass with Glen Dane's name and his agency name. She was about to yell at him to get on inside and fork over her back salary and vacation pay.
But the door opened and closed on a man of medium height in a light tan topcoat-and wearing a Santa Claus mask. "Ho, ho, ho," the man rumbled, holding out his arms toward her.
Valery rose slowly, both hands flat on the cleared desk. "Quit this nonsense," Valery frowned. "Besides, you have the wrong holiday character."
"Ho, ho, ho," Glen repeated expansively. "From what's going on in this crazy city, there may be Christmas for someone today."
Valery turned to face him as he circled the desk, took her roughly in his arms and kissed her, carefully avoiding her gnashing teeth as she tried to nip his swizzling tongue.
"I don't want your spit-smacks," she sputtered at him. "Where's my money? And my car keys? I bet you didn't leave my car at the garage for a tune-up so it'll be ready for me to start my vacation."
"Mercenary and crazy little hussy," Glen sighed with mock resignation. "This is no time of year to take a vacation."
"Bea and Susan and I arc going to a place down in Oregon and do some skiing and resting and lying about on a little hidden beach I know."
"Hope all three of you get first degree rain burns," he said grumpily. "Val, why don't you marry me and have all of the good things of life-instead of just part of them part of the time."
"Hah," she snorted, leaning back in his arms and peering at his eyes glistening behind the Santa Claus mask. "Instead of working full-time for my pay some of the time, I'd be working twice as hard for nothing."
He let one arm drop, kept the other around hcr shoulders. "I delivered lour bottles of good booze to the auditorium for tonight's party, but I brought this pint of Black Velvet for just us."
"It's four-fifteen," Valery pointed out defensively, "and I have to meet Susan."
"Weeeellll," he sighed, "I have a present for you in my left pants pocket."
"Oh! My money," Valery squealed. "Better be all of it-three weeks of pay and two weeks for my vacation." And she turned to stab her right hand into the pocket. "Eeeckkk," she squeaked, trying desperately to extract her hand as soon as her fingers identified his puffing peter and dangling gonads.
She was conscious of a deep blush pinking her cheeks as she wrenched her hand about to get it out of the pocket he had apparently cut away. "What-kind-of-present do you call that?"
Glen applied pressure against her forearm and kept her hand trapped in his pocket. "That's just a start," he said with exaggerated seriousness. "That's my candy cane and sack of delicious nuts. Oh, the cane is filled with marshmallow and taffy."
"You crazy loon," she panted, finally yanking her hand out of the pocket opening. She stared at his laughing eyes and began chuckling. She faced him defiantly, cheeks flaming. "You can't be serious-everyone knows Mr. and Mrs. Claus never had any children because he has popcorn balls."
She watched his eyes blink rapidly as his mind searched for a retort. "Pre-popped popcorn," she nodded. "The tutti-fruiti in his fruit basket all shriveled up."
"My oranges are prime-ripe," Glen said defensively. "Lots of seed...." he drifted to silence.
"Oh, fudge," Valery felt the blush receding-but the surge of warmth seemed to palpitate between her legs.
She stiffened as Glen moved in close to her, tilted her face upward, kissed her again and rubbed his genitals against her hip suggestively. "I do wish you would marry me. I want to make you a moral woman."
"I am not all that bad," Valery said quickly. "I don't now and never have stripped, jumped into bed, flung my feet in the air and waved my pussy invitingly at any and every man I see. Just you-Glen Dane, and you know it."
"Sure, Baby, sure," he said, pushing the Santa Claus mask atop his closely cropped dark brown hair. "That wasn't a nice joke. Here's your capitalistic gains."
Valery grabbed the sealed envelope. "Better be every darned dollar and cent here." She counted slowly. "No deductions? You just rounded off what you owed me-and paid the taxes? Seven-hundred dollars?"
"Sure, Honey. From me to you for Christmas."
"This is Halloween, you zany-brain," she frowned. And blew him a kiss as he started toward his own office where he turned on various radio switches.
"I want to eavesdrop on the cops," he called. "Bring that pint and make us a couple of whiskey and waters."
Valery mixed drinks in the little bath off his office. She handed him a glass and perched beside him on the outer rim of his desk. "You said something about someone may have Christmas today. What did you mean."
She kicked at him with her left foot as he slid a hand up under her skirt to feel her smooth thigh. "Cut that out."
"I was down at the cops, just visiting old buddies," Glen smacked his lips as he tasted his drink. "There was a heavy explosion out in University Heights at one o'clock-on the dot. There was another big blast right out in the middle of Lake Washington at exactly one-thirty-o'clock," he mused.
For the moment, his fingers stopped trying to dip between her closed thighs and Valery peered at him questioningly, brushing that errant tress of hair back from her forehead.
She fought for possession of her right hand as he took her wrist and tried to push her hand into the "pocket" where his peter and companions lurked prominently along his left pants leg. "Stop this," she breathed. "There's more-I can tell by your eyelid tic."
He lit a cigarette and rubbed his chin. "Yeah. Upset the cops and they forgot to even chase me out."
"Well?" Valery prodded, crossing her legs, foiling his fingers, trapping them momentarily as they groped toward the base of her Vee.
"A note was delivered by a cab driver at two o'clock," Glen murmured, leaning toward the radio speakers sitting atop radio consoles as a taciturn voice apparently answered a police authority in the field, "The A.U. just left Washington First so we arc Code Green."
"Apparently, the police are playing that note for real," Glen grunted.
"What note? And what was that about?" Valery scowled.
"The 'A.U.' is Armored Unit and it left the Washington First National Bank. Code Green means it picked up the five-hundred-thousand dollars."
"The which, what, what, what...?" Valery sputtered.
"The note described the two explosions," Glen explained slowly, wrinkle-thoughts in his forehead. "Let's have another drink."
Valery shoved his hand from under her skirt and scurried to fix refills. "Keep talking. You know, Washington First is where Susan works."
"Uuummm," he hummed. "And that note said three more bombs were set in the Seattle area-two of them in critical places. And the writer of the note demanded five-hundred-thousand dollars for disclosure of their location so they could be unarmed. The note gave times for the next three bombs."
"When?" Valery felt shaky. "I'm scared. Maybe I've heard and read too many stories about bombs. They could blow up the good old Northwest Empire Building."
"The next bomb was for four o'clock," Glen said solemnly.
"My gosh! That was thirty minutes ago!" Valery yelped.
"Yep," Glen nodded. "And one of the police transmitters atop a mountain cast of here emitted its last 'ten-four'. She blew almost all the way out of King County."
Valery felt almost too shaky to ask the next question. "When are the other two supposed to go boom-boom? You got a hangnail and you're going to pull a thread in my panties-and these arc brand new." And she slapped at his exploring hand.
"Seven o'clock tonight," Glen replied. "Two bombs hidden somewhere in this city."
"I wish I had never left Salem," Valery said petulantly, letting him kiss her, not responding, not resisting the confident hand inside her suit jacket against her breast.
"You wouldn't have met me, then," Glen said, chiding her.
"I might still have my virginity then," she retorted, a hand trying to impede his fingers as they worked at the pearl buttons of her white linen blouse.
"Oh, Honey, your blood runs too hot for you to have kept your precious cherry wrapped up in your velvety little fruit box this long," he murmured, nuzzling her right ear.
"Pshaw-bah, humbug," she snapped. "Damn you, you popped a button off my blouse-and ic's almost new. I was only twenty then," she gulped, fighting a catching gasp in her voice as his fingers wiggled inside her blouse and played teasingly across the ivory crown of a firm boobie.
"Like I said, you couldn't have made it for a whole six years. You would have got yourself popped sometime along the line."
"Obscene character," she swallowed, body writhing as he pinched a nipple and brought it to tingling tautness. "The cops are going to pay the money?"
"They have it ready," he answered, his mouth capturing hers as she sighed raggedly and turned on the desk to half-face him, her fleshly yearnings starting to surrender to his. "Not a private dick," she mumbled, "public prick.
"How could they get the money so fast?" she asked, mind still half-concerned with what he had told her, the other hall beginning to focus hotly on the hand inside her bra, his growing hard-on against her right thigh, her knees fanning wide. Yon need one more hand, she thought, squirming as the thick outer labia of her pussy started to itch and burn.
"Give me a piece and I'll tell you about it," Glen said.
"I'll give you nothing," Valery protested, an arm curling around his neck and she opened her mouth wide so he could french-kiss his tongue inside to joust with hers. "Darn, I heard something tear in my bra, Glen!
"You're going to make me all sex-smelly. And if I find some other guy tonight who looks interesting, he might get turned off if he smells the smell of another prick."
"Hush," Glen grunted. "The airlines and the insurance companies have built a cash pool up to a million dollars. It is held ready for such blackmail emergencies."
"Why do you say airlines?" Valery cooed, arching her back to thrust her left tittie into his hand.
"Because the airlines arc putting up part of the fund. And how else could blackmailers skip easy? Besides, airplane hijackers have been the only ones so far who have demanded such huge sums of money. The airlines can't afford to lose a plane like a DC9 or a Jumbo. And the insurance companies can't afford the payoff for such a plane and the lives of passengers-if any are injured or killed."
His hand slipped out of her bodice and skidded up under her dress, between her parted legs to the double-ply netting of her panties. "Do we have time?" she panted.
"I do. Do you?" Glen chuckled, hooking a finger inside her panties to play with her thick pussy lips.
"I-I-I can take time-if you don't fuck around and we cum right away. A last, hot juicy quickie?" He blew his breath on her tits. "I'm gonna smell ucky," she pouted.
Valery hugged his neck as he lifted her and carried her to the leather sofa against one wall. As he. started to lay her out on her back, she squirmed. "No, no, not with my clothes on. I have to take them off and put on that silly costume any way. And I don't want your pecker juice leaking into my panties like that one time when that kid's dog followed me all the way from the bus stop, sniffing up my skirt."
She handed him the coat and he flung it toward the desk as she finished unbuttoning the blouse, shrugged out of it. She patted his cheek lovingly as he bent his head to blow his hot breath down the deep divide between her two bulging breast mounds.
"No wonder something tore in your bra," he murmured, slipping the three hooks between her shoulder blades, "the baskets are too small for such heady wine jugs."
She turned her back so he could unbutton the waist of her skirt and skid the zipper. She fumbled her hands behind her to undo his belt, unhook his pants and part the zipper. "I think it's better this way-I get terrified of horrible sights."
Valery shivered with delicious desire as he pushed her skirt down and rolled her silken panties down her long, tapering thighs. "You're gonna brand me," she sighed as he moved in against her and wedged his upright cock in the deep crevice of her butt.
Keeping his prick in her crack, he lowered his head over her right shoulder and she lifted her titties against his face. "I like my boobies breathed on and licked and my tittie-lips kissed and licked and sucked."
Passion built in her from faint rumblings to a thundering storm as heat waves flashed through her tummy. "I'm gonna-I'm gonna cream," she bubbled, enthusiasm for his prick in her rising to a drumming need.
Valery laid her hands over his as he began stroking her, from her sloping, jutting titties, down her tummy to the coarse mesh of hair growing wildly over the parapet protecting her cunny galley.
"Better lay me out and pitch" the prick to me," she suggested heatedly. "We don't have too much time for this wonderful by-play."
She slid her feet apart so he could let his big hard-on duck between her legs, the heavy barrel riding back and forth in the crack of her ass and the lower part of her pussy smile.
"Jesus Christ," she moaned, fumbling for the head of his pistoning prick, trying to stuff it into her vulva so she could capture it with her coiling cuntal channel. "Stop this tormenting and give me a fast fuck."
She looked down between the twin peaks of her bosom and watched, enchanted, as the pinkish knob of his cock appeared below her hair-lined snatch, then disappeared, reappeared again. "Give it to me," she grated tersely, trying to bend over in his arms so he could come at her from behind and bury his massive prick in her pussy-or her asshole.
"Give me a blow-job first," he said gruffly., tone pleading.
"How many times have I told you, Glen, I won't suck your cock. It's enough I let you cornhole me when you get a carnal itch. Even when I like your cock in my pussy best."
With his hands on her shoulders, he guided her to the couch and steadied her as she stretched out, on her back, one foot up over the back, the other positioned against the taut cheek of her butt, knees wide to create a deep, wide saddle for him.
"Gorgeous body," Glen admired, fingers teasing up and down the insides of her creamy thighs. "And heaven's above," he praised, fingers tracing hotly into the Vee of her spread legs, just touching the passion-puffed outer lips.
"Spread my cunt flaps and get on me and shove it in," Valery gurgled, voice deep and urgent.
She reached for him, put her hands on his shoulders. Her neck was bent at a slightly uncomfortable angle, but she wanted to sec as much as she could, down there between her legs. "I always get a minor jolly watching the head of your prick swab in my gash," she murmured. "Aaaiiii-eeeee-wonderrrrful," she panted as his slick-skinned bulb slid back and forth in her deep-pink sex furrow.
"Don't mess around too long and cum and squirt your jizz all over my belly and get my hair all gummy," she cautioned. "Aim it and hit me in the hole, Glen!"
She tensed as he rotated his hips, jockeying his spear to position outside her vagina. "Yiii-goddamn," she gasped as he touched her firmly with the hot tip of his lance. "That's on target," she hulled. Her feet kicked slightly as he bored into her, his cock-head popping inside her seething cauldron. "Wwwooowwwweeee," she gulped and snorted as he hunched his hips and drove his cock up her cunt two or three inches. "Hump ii to me hard," she begged.
Valery wanted to crush her inner thighs against his flanks as if that would lighten her hole around his post, but that would narrow the Vee access to her fun-cave-and she wanted every inch of prick he possessed. "Pump and shove it to me," she demanded. "I think I'm about to go out of my mind, Glen. Pound the prick to me. Pleeeaaa-ssseeee?"
She loved his neck with both hands as he clenched his hands on her big boobies and snaked his prick into her with a mighty thrust that seemed to expand all her insides. "Let it soak a second, just a minute, before you start fucking it to me in your big, long manly strokes."
She didn't need to concentrate on contracting her sphincters because they were already gripping at the shaft of his dick in a milking rhythm. "You fuck me so wonderfully," she urged him on as he began sliding and gliding his cock in and out of her lava-glazed cunt.
"Reach under my ass and work a finger into my asshole," she wheedled, "and give me a rectal and a cuntal cum at the same time. I like both my holes stuffed full at the same time, Honey."
Valery's features contorted briefly as his big stink-finger stabbed her asshole and sent a quick pain flickering through her bowels. "Yeeaa-aahhhh," she growled. "That's good, now fuck me fast and deep and make me climax. I love your big cock smashing into my twat like this. Nail me to the couch with your big sex-spike. Go, go, go! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She half-closed her eyes, wishing she could have her head down there to watch his prick pistoning into her pussy, pulling the lips around it, in and out of her body-It was such a comfortable, secure, serene feeling, his massive prick pumping in and out of her pussy, seemingly cramming her fun-hole with pound after pound of hard, hot male-meat.
I'm gonna smell like hot cock and cunt, she mused. But I don't care. Dully, she remembered a remark she had made earlier. Yes? What if she did meet another man and he interested her? Would she be inclined to let him sprawl her out and hunch his strange cock into her? Would the fact he could smell her and know that she had been socked full of cock earlier stop him?
"Uuuummmm! Come on, Glen, sock the cock to me! I'm gonna cum! Screw your finger around in my hot, tight little asshole and really fuck me into heaven! Aaaaaiiiieeeee-yes! That's it! Plug my jug full of cock-cork and bring me off! Riiigggghhhhtttt now, Glen! Hurry! Cum! Fuck me fast and deep!
"Waa-waaa-waaaaaa! I'm exploding inside. Whoops, I'm cuuuummmming!" And she almost swooned as he stabbed his shaft deep, his big balls plopping against her up-curved ass and shot his steaming jizz into her cunt in spasming gushes.
CHAPTER TWO
Her erotic shaking had subsided by the time she picked up Susan Egan at the curb outside the bank where she worked. "Something weird is going on," Susan said, slamming the door of the station wagon. "Cops and guards came to the bank and picked up a lot of money this afternoon.
"You're late, Val-you and Glen tear off a little piece as a vacation present? Any way, we'll just make it in time to watch Bea do the weather show at five-twenty-five."
Valery was about to tell her what Glen had told her about the money and the note and the explosions-but there would be time for the three of them to discuss it as they packed for their vacation. And, really, there wasn't much packing to do. Most of their things were already stored in the travel trailer parked at the curb outside their apartment building. Just hook on and go, Bea had said earlier in the week.
"Trick or treat," one of the TV stage hands said as they walked into the big studio decorated in a Halloween motif. His eyes behind his mask ogled and leered as he appraised a lot of bare skin exposed by their scanty costumes.
Bea Marsh, long, red hair combed out and hanging almost to the flare of her hips, was standing before a map of the Northwest, a blackboard pointer held loosely in both hands.
She waved when she recognized the pair. The cap she wore was a cat mask that covered the upper part of her face. The halter was scanty, just barely cupping and containing her voluptuous breasts. And there was a large expanse of sleek midriff before the bikini bottom began. Bea shook her fanny and the short tail swished impishly.
"Woof! Woof!" a cameraman motioned for her to standby.
"Sure would like to tree that pussy-cat and gnaw off a hunk of her tail," one of the many men in Halloween masks and costumes muttered. Bea flawlessly examined the weather scene, ending with a smiling admonition for motorists to be extra careful that evening because a lot of little ghosts and goblins would be darting back and forth across streets that would probably be slick with rain by dark.
As she swayed across the studio, off the set, she slapped playfully at hands reaching for her jutting cones and bikini-accented crotch. When a floor manager grabbed her tail, she whirled, raised her fingers like claws. "Meeeooorrrwwww!" she snarled, hissing and growling. "I'll scratch your eyes out and claw your balls off," she spat with mock venom.
Bea brought her coat from a closet and moved close to Valery and Susan. ""Won't be a party here this year-someone already partied too much-got drunk and told off one of the brass and the party was canceled. Val, let's go back to your building."
They paid little attention to a man in a devil's costume who strode along with them to the underground parking lot. They nodded and smiled as he held the door for Susan and Bea. But smiles turned to expressions of fright as he shoved Bea inside roughly, climbed into the backseat of the station wagon and aimed a pistol at Valery's head.
"Drive toward the International Airport," he snapped. "I'll tell you where to go."
He steered them to a dingy motel, near enough to the airport the three young women could see and hear planes taking off and landing. "Inside," he snarled before they could survey their surroundings.
Two men, also masked, opened the door of the motel unit. "I thought you were only going to bring the Weather Gal," one of them said warily.
"Oh, she had friends-two beautiful friends," the man in the devil costume grinned. He motioned with the gun to one of his companions. "Call the cops and just tip them that the weather girl from the TV station has been grabbed. And hang up."
The three girls exchanged frightened glances as a man in black with white bones simulating a skeleton stripped off their coats. "Very choice Halloween morsels," he chuckled. "A pussy," he tweaked one of Bea's titties. "I don't know what you would call these two," he canted his head to study Valery and Susan. "Sexy spooks, I guess." He sniffed, leaned close to Valery. "This one smells like someone already got her primed for goblin."
The first man, wearing an ankle-length black cape with a collar that flared upward from the neck and a snug hood with horns, asked, "You sure the cops will connect this with the blasts?"
The third man, wearing a flowing black robe with a sash and a Ku Klux Klan hood, nodded. "They'll make it-at least they will consider a possible connection." He glanced at his watch. "They should have the note now telling them where to bring the money. We have half an hour-if we leave here at six-thirty."
"Are you going to tell them where the other two bombs are?" the Devil asked.
The Male Witch nodded. "We'll board the plane-like we planned, take it over and radio the control tower to have the money sent aboard. That would be about a quarter to seven. As soon as the plane lifts from the runway, we'll radio them where to find the two bombs. And these three gals will help add to the confusion and give the cops added headaches as they try to tail us."
The Devil gouged a finger into Bea's exposed belly button. "What do we do now? Just wait?"
"Hell," the Male Witch said with relish and appropriateness, winking at the Devil, "I think we have time to play a few pranks." He grabbed Valery's arm and tugged her toward a back bedroom. "Pick your treats and give them a trick."
"No! No, no, no! God, no!" Valery heard Bea and Susan begging as the Male Witch slammed the bedroom door behind them.
The squeals of protest in the outer room seemed muted to Valery as her mind whirled and spun, trying to cope with the bizarreness of her situation. It was all so peculiar, everything happening so fast, fright hadn't built yet. But reality started to come home fast as she watched the man in the flowing robe pull off his laceless boots. There was only the hint of a leer on his lips behind the hood as he half-turned, hoisted the hem of the robe and removed his pants and shorts. "Baby," he laughed brittlely, "I'm going to cast a real spell over you-just as soon as I can get at the old magic wand."
Son of a bitch, Valery thought bitterly, terror and disgust starting to build in her. A sharp, low-pitched, wavering scream in the next room drew their attention for a moment. Then the Male Witch, the hem of the robe up around his narrow waist, sat on the edge of the bed and motioned to her. "Come on, spook me and get a couple of squirts of spunk."
Dull dread wormed into her dazed mind as she recognized what he wanted from her and of her. "I won't," she mumbled, wishing she could flee-or Glen would come barging in like Mannix.
But he half-lunged from the bed at her and seized her right wrist. He sat back, twisting her arm and forcing her to grovel between his spread legs, on her knees. "I never have and I won't do such a thing," she whined, unable to swerve her astonished eyes from the lewd, lolling balls and hefty, erect penis with the foreskin rolled back in a wad behind the fat coronal ridge of the plump head.
"Don't make me do a nasty thing like that?" Valery begged, wincing as he twisted her arm upward, hand and wrist behind her head so he could pressure her forward into his spread thighs, closer and closer to his lechcrously ugly appendages.
"A mouth-virgin?" the Male Witch chortled. "I got me a cherry in the cock-sucking department? How about that for a Halloween treat. Come on, Baby, eat my trick."
Shudders of revulsion swept through Valery and she wished she could and would faint, but her consciousness of what was happening was too keen. She was too-much awake-with her face and hand so close to his grotesquely huge balls and ready sex-plunger. Except he wasn't intent on shoving it up her cunt, he was going to make her eat and suck and swallow it-probably make her mouth-fuck him until he ejaculated his rotten jizz in her mouth and down her throat.
"Don't make me-do that," Valery whimpered. "Heeeey," she squalled as he released her wrist and tangled his hand in her hair, yanking it hard, sending needles of pain darting through her scalp.
"Take my balls in one hand and my cock in the other," he demanded hoarsely, torturously yanking and twisting her hair. "Get with it, you cute little bitch," he snarled.
"Oooohhhh, plceeeaaaasssseeee," Valery sobbed as his free hand grabbed one of her tits and she had the eerie feeling he was going to tear her tender flesh right off her body.
"Do it!" he ordered.
Her left hand darted into his crotch and palmed his heavy balls with tufts of kinky, black hair. Instantly, his hand eased in her hair and the pain subsided. "Keep going," he muttered, giving her hair another yank.
Quickly, her right hand reached and her fingers curled around the thick barrel of his massive sex-bat. "Thatta girl," he smirked. "You know what to do-so do it!"
Valery stole a quick look at his shrouded face and her gaze flicked back to what her hands were doing-the left was cradling his balls, fingers kneading and caressing them. Her right began slowly, erratically flogging up and down on his meaty pole. As the pressure eased in her tangled hair, she began jacking him off with long, sure, rapid strokes. A thought bloomed in her mind that if she masturbated him and compelled him to shoot his cum that way, he wouldn't make her suck his ludicrous cock and take his jizz in her mouth. She remembered how docile Glen became after he spent his juice up her cunt or in her asshole.
But he tightened his fingers in her hair and towed her face closer to the glistening glans, the gaping little slit-eye in the blunt end.
"Get your mouth over it and suck," he grouched. His other hand cuffed her roughly on the left side of the head.
"Oooohhhh," she cried sharply. He cuffed her again and she quickly took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide-wishing she could force her eyes to close-and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
"Aaaagggghhhh," she blubbered as he clapped his hands on either side of her head, holding it there with the knob of his big dong puffing out her cheeks and depressing her reluctant tongue.
"Suck it good and mouth-fuck me," he groaned, jerking his ass upward to force the fat, juicy butb of his prick toward the slope of her throat.
Valery gasped for breath and in doing so, she worked her tongue along the underside of his thick dick. "Gggggglllluggggg," she gurgled, the smooth, salty glans trapped, at the back of her tongue. In spite of herself, she closed her lips and sucked hard.
His hands closed her ears and she thought she could hear the squishy sucking sound of her mouth and lips and tongue and cheeks right through her palate. His hands began working her head and she wished she could close her eyes. But she seemed hypnotized, watching his huge stump invading her mouth. And she was doing it-full realization hit her with a sinking sensation of humiliation and degradation-she was fucking off this masked stranger with her mouth. And-damn, oh, damn!-her hands were truly playing with his balls and teasing around the base of his monstrous cock.
"Hey, Babe, maybe you never did it before, but you can sure suck cock. That's the way to go! Down on your knees, going down, down, down and blowing the old prick with that hot, juicy, beautiful mouth. Wish you could see how your ruby lips are all stretched around my prick. Keep going! Fuck my cock fast and slurpy-like and get it all down your smooth throat. Man, what a cock-sucker you are."
Valery was only vaguely aware that his hands had left her head and were resting on her shoulders-and she was doing all the mouth-fucking on her own, rocking back and forth, bobbing her head, taking more and more and more of his juicy cock into her face and sucking hard on the huge plum. It was fascinating, the way his monstrous hunk of flesh glided in and out of her vacuuming mouth. His balls, floating in her hand seemed to swell even more as he hunched his prick into her throat, hurrying toward his explosive climax.
"Goddamn!" he yelled. "Suck hard, fuck it down deep and heeerrreee it comes!" His blast of jizz caught her on the down stroke and she sucked him dry with her forehead against his hard, lower belly, his genital hair tickling her convulsing chin as she sucked her lips firmly around the base of his spasming, squirting prick.
She was numbly aware of his taking his cock out of her mouth and dressing. She remained on her knees beside the bed until he lifted her. "Let's check on the others," he gloated, pinching her ass and titties, pushing her ahead of him into the other room.
Her eyes swept the orgiastic scene quickly, clearly. The Devil was atop Bea in the middle of the bed. Her legs were looped up over his shoulders and he was industriously fucking his cock to her-right through the slit she had sewn into the straddle of the crotch.
She could see long wisps of Bea's red pubic hair, the fatty protrusion of her pussy lips as he plundered his cock in and out of her in loud, squish-squosh plunges. She was moaning and her feet were trying to dance in the air as he pumped the prick into her pussy, rolling her ass high in the air, hiking her weight back on her shoulders.
The Skeleton had Susan down on all-fours in the middle of the room and was feeding his cock up her asshole in one lunge and into her snatch on the next. Each time he lunged, he shafted his bone to the balls in her quivering body.
Valery felt petrified as her gaze swung from one lascivious action to the other. There was no doubting it! Bea was softly pleading lor him to give it to her faster! "Give mc all the prick you got," she squalled suddenly, trying to up-fuck her rounded ass to meet his forward, inner-thrusts.
"I'm not going to! I'm not going to-I won't!"
Susan began whimpering, voice becoming more and more shrill. But she suddenly began back-fucking her bottom, gauging each plunge of his prick into ler pussy, then her rectum. "Aiiieeee," she shrieked, her body fucking him faster and faster aid more demandingly as she soared through one erotic eruption after another with his relentless prick goring her two holes.
Then, after the men had finished using them, hey yanked them into the middle of the floor and systematically tore off their clothes. They were thrown naked onto the bed and tied to each other and to the bedstead.
"Don't let the Bogey-man get you this Halloween," one of them smirked as they slipped out of the motel unit.
For several minutes, the three lay on the bed, stunned. Then they began exploring ways to free themselves. At last, Valery got her hand out of the loop of rope than pinioned her to the bed and reached for the telephone.
"Who you calling?" Bea demanded. "Not the damned cops!"
"Glen," Valery said, dropping the receiver on the pillow beside her head and reaching to dial.
CHAPTER THREE
After telling Glen Dane where they were and telling him to please hurry over, Valery hung up and finished freeing herself, Susan and Bea.
They threw on their long coats and buttoned them to the throats and stared at each other with bewilderment and astonishment. "I don't believe it," Bea muttered, using her fingers to comb tangles out of her long, red tresses.
"I need a drink," Valery shrugged. "I have a bottle I bought for us to celebrate our vacations this evening in the car." Hugging the coat about her naked body, she slipped out to the station wagon and scurried back inside with the fifth of bourbon. "Get some glasses," she muttered, breaking the seal and unscrewing the cap.
"I don't believe it, either," she mused, pouring three water glasses Susan brought from the bathroom.
"What a hell of a day," Susan blazed. "I thought it was going to be neat. I got a check for two-hundred and fifty dollars from a New York publisher for a short story-then this."
"Speaking of money," Valery said suddenly, going back to the car for their purses. "Let's check to see if they robbed us as well as raped us."
But their money was intact. "Why should they?" Susan shrugged. "They have plans to get a lot of money."
"Let's get the hell out of here," Bea grumbled. "And arc we still going on vacation?"
"We'll wait for Glen," Valery said quietly. "And I'm going to get the hell away from here as fast as I can-if you know what I mean. I can just see all the concerned faces of Seattle as people recognize the three little dames who were gang-banged by three airplane hijackers."
It was seven-twenty when Glen Dane arrived. He looked haggard as he faced the three young women sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. "I heard about the kidnaping on the police radio," he said.
"They're going to hijack a plane and get five-hundred-thousand dollars," Valery said.
"They did," Glen said. "They pulled that off just twenty-three minutes ago. The police found a bomb planted at one of the big government buildings and another in a crowded department store. Both defused with a few minutes to spare. And the cops arc on their way here."
"God, no!" Bea cursed.
"May as well," Glen shrugged. "They'll want to go over this place and talk to you three." There was the angry grate of tires on gravel outside and then, with the police, there were too many people in the place.
The girls went over their abduction, their attacks and what they had heard the three man say in detail three times.
Finally, distraught, and weary, they faced a final question, "Can't you tell us any more about the three? What your rapists looked like?"
As his eyes swung from one to the other, he said wearily, "I know," his eyes went to Valery, "you were abused by a Male Witch. And you," he looked at Bea, "caught it from the Devil." He shook his head as he considered the cowering Susan, "You were screwed by a Skeleton."
After the police had gone, Glen bundled the three women into Valery's car. "I'll drive you home," he said.
"Where's you car?" Susan asked absently.
"I came in a cab," Glen said.
"He can't afford a car," Valery said a little nastily. But she clung to his arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Where's the rest of my bourbon?" she asked.
"The cops drank it," Glen said. "I helped with two swallows. I'll get some more at that liquor store near you gals' apartment building. They raped my girls and got away with half a million dollars. Those lucky bastards," he said musingly.
"Only an idiot would," he reassured them, patting Valery's head, reaching to touch Bea's shoulder and pushing his hand into the backseat to squeeze Susan's hands. "I love you all-always will. My brunette, my redhead and my blonde."
In a liny voice, Susan said, "I'm really a brown-head-and bleach it. Do you mind?" They laughed as tension eased.
The girls left Glen in the kitchen mixing drinks for all of them as they vanished into their respective bedrooms, then took turns showering and went to dress. With a blaze crackling and sizzling in the fireplace, Valery peered from the faces of her roommates to Glen sitting in the leather lounger chair he usually took when he visited. "It all seems like such a dream-I can't feel dirty and ashamed and guilty and debased. I just feel damned angry."
"You should have bit off his pecker," Glen grinned.
"Maybe," Susan grimaced, "you can't think of something like that with your mouth crammed full of big, hard cock."
"Oh, SHUT UP," Valery reddened.
"We didn't hear you yelling and screaming in protest," Bea tried to add levity to the situation.
Valery licked her dry lips, held Bea's eyes with her own as she sipped her drink. She felt herself blushing. Then she shrugged, what the hell? It can't be undone. I just have to accept it. "It's very difficult," she said haughtily, "talking with your mouth full."
After the laugher, a little forced, died away, Glen said seriously, "The police found something in a wastepaper basket that I thought was very interesting. Where is that road map you girls were trying to wear out when planning your vacation?"
"I'll get it," Susan said. And she brought it from her handbag.
"Yep," Glen said, unfolding it and looking at both sides. "Washington and Oregon. Fine." The girls left the couch to sit on the arms of his chair and hover over him as he traced a highway with a pen toward Spokane.
"There was a circled X on the map just a little north of Ephrata." Glen drew in the insignia. "Now the plane they supposedly took was scheduled to fly to Spokane and eventually to Salt Lake City."
"What do you mean 'supposedly'?" Valery asked warily.
He shooed them away to fix fresh drinks while he whistled softly, slowly folding and checking the map. He drank and frowned. "You're making pretty damned loose with my whiskey-this is strong."
"What are you doing?" Susan demanded, stamping her bare foot.
"I am folding a map," he said with a smart-aleck tone. "I have a theory."
"Hurray," Valery breathed, leaning over the back of the chair to kiss-peck him on the cheek. "Do the police know about your hot, public prick-I mean private dick theory?"
"I don't think they took off in that plane," Glen said forcefully. "I think the money was delivered-I know that much. But-the plane was taxied to a far, dark portion of the runway for takeoff. I think the hijackers ditched the plane there. I think they had a vehicle stashed and sashayed in another direction. I think that map was left behind-with that highway traced and that X marking to mislead the cops."
"Where do you think they went?" Bea asked doubtfully.
They sipped their drinks and Bea and Valery lit cigarettes as he turned the map in his hands. "Look at the way this map is folded." Glen shrugged away from the girls and placed the map on the floor between his feet. "I think they headed south toward Oregon. You gals better go to Canada."
"You have to be nuts," Valery snorted, squinting at the map on the floor-between his legs. It gave her an eerie feeling. Not long ago, she had been on the floor between a man's legs-giving him a blow-job and sucking his cock down her throat. "I need another drink. Go ahead, Sherlock, I can hear you."
"There was some scribbling on the Oregon map which I didn't have a chance to digest. Looked like a couple of dates and someone had punched a hole in the map with the tip of a ballpoint pen west of Salem."
Quietly, Valery said, "There isn't much of anything out there. Valsetz Lake and a little town by that name, I think I remember."
And, she mused, there was an old house-a huge, old stone house that had been abandoned. We went up there one time when I was in high school on a class outing. The Old Castle.
"Bea, did you get your case load squared away with the State Welfare Department?" Valery asked.
"Yes, yes, yes, Mother," Bea said with feigned snottiness.
What, Valery mused, if Glen's theory were correct and the hijackers had headed into Oregon? The girls would learn soon enough of a slight change in plans.
* * *
The girls left Seattle before daylight Saturday morning in a light ram. They ate breakfast in Tacoma, then veered west through Olympia and south to cross the Columbia River from Vancouver into Portland, Oregon.
"I'm going to enjoy this vacation-in spite of what happened," Bea said, sitting in the backseat and putting up her long, red hair. "I could kill that smug son of a bitch-the Devil-who spunked up my tight little cunt." She was silent for a moment. "Darned cunt, anyhow-it really took to that hard hunk of meat the guy fed into it."
Valery laughed with relief. For a moment she was worried the girls-all of them-herself included-would brood about their Halloween sexploitation and it would ruin their trip. "We'll enjoy it," she agreed.
"Don't come down hard on yourself," Susan said tonelessly from her huddled position against the passenger door. "I could deny it, but my fine friend, Val, would probably tell everyone what a liar I am. Soooooo-there he had me down on all-fours with my bare ass shining and presented to him. And he was humping his dong to me. And I was actually pushing my cherished little ass back to him to get all the cock he had. God! Up my ass and in my cunt!"
Valery frowned. "And the guy who had me forced me to suck the first cock I ever did in my life. Uuummmm, well, let's forget it? Shall we?
"Susan," Valery artfully changed the subject, "didn't you say you sold a short story? What was it about?"
"And you want to change the subject," Susan stretched her legs and eased the bind of the wool slacks in her crotch. "It was all about a welfare agency caseworker who fell in love with a young father who had four little kids and his wife was dead and he was out of work. And she wanted to marry him. And she was raped Halloween night on her way to his house with a sack of groceries to fix supper for all of them."
"Did you write a story about me?" Bea sniffed. "I don't think you should pattern your stories after people you know."
Valery laughed. "I didn't know you had sold it. When did you get the check?"
"It came yesterday morning," Susan said. "I had alerted the manager of our apartment house to check our mail each day and call me if First Class letters from magazines came. I got a couple of hours off and had one of the bank messenger kids drive me home to see. It was a check and the magazine wants some more of my stuff."
She laughed shakily and lapsed into a thoughtful, brooding silence.
"And?" Bea urged.
With a quick, sidelong glance, Valery saw Susan's pert face grimace. "And-and-and...."
"And what?" Bea pursued.
"And I wanted to celebrate a little so I asked the young kid-the one whose trying to grow a mustache and goatee-in for a drink to help me celebrate and gloat about what a great writer I'm going to be."
"So? And? What?" Valery smiled.
"I think-looking back on it-I over-did my part of the celebration," Susan said ironically. "There wasn't anything in the place to drink but that quart of peach brandy."
"Fifth, not quart," Bea corrected.
"Any way, it hit mc-BOOM," Susan said absently, absorbed in the memory. "And that kid said he would really like to kiss a real, live, bona fide writer. Soooo, I let him kiss mc...."
There was such a shy awkwardness in his manner, the way he laid his hands on her shoulders. Susan almost laughed as his dry lips brushed her cheek timidly. "That's a kiss?" she murmured, turning her head slightly so their mouths made contact. He seemed startled and she moved her hands inside his open jacket, palms against his ribs. She could feel his heart hammering.
I'm no expert in kissing and being kissed," she laughed, feeling in command, spirit singing as she felt tremors quake through him. She moved her lips over his and felt him swallow hard.
She hadn't meant to lead him on, guide him any farther than just a lingering kiss. Maybe prick-tease him a little-but that was all.
"Mmmmmm. Well, kiss me back a little," she coaxed, flicking the tip of her tongue against his, feeling his hands tighten on her trim shoulders.
"Miss Egan," he mumbled and his mouth opened slightly and she darted her tongue into his mouth, snaked it around and sucked his lower lip in between her teeth, nipping it as she withdrew his tongue.
He stepped back in apparent confusion and she stumbled forward, the lines and curves of her body molding against his. A nd, with it pressed against her belly, there was no way she could mistake the firm, hot lump in his blue wool pants with the red piping on the outer leg scams.
His hands slid from her shoulders, onto her back as. they stumbled to keep their balance, to keep from falling. And he held her firmly, her breasts crushed like fresh flowers against his hard chest. She gasped for breath and their mouths broke for a moment.
There was a spinning sensation in her head, a dizziness. And it was plain she had enthused him-if that were the proper word. And the protuberance in his pants was becoming more pronounced. She could actually feel swelling-and his heat-right through his heavy clothes.
"Heeeyyyy," she panted, her head lodged under his chin, her face pressed to his necktie. Still, she didn't move in protest to break the embrace. She stood there, her body pressed to his, her hands still on his heaving ribs, his heavy, growing sex organs swelling large and hard against her tummy. The sensation of his basket of nuts and hard pee-can so near her box that once held a single cherry was so delicious-so intimate.
"We better break this off," she panted, but her mind seemed to console her that there was nothing really wrong with holding this boy and having him hold her.
Muscles tensed in the backs of her thighs until they ached as she became keenly aware of his body moving against hers now. Dry-fucking! Her senses jangled with alarm.
Still, she clung to him and even spread her feet a little so she could curve her pussy-mound outward so she could enjoy the friction of his burgeoning prick and balls against her.
And it was so quiet and private in the apartment. Susan was conscious only of the delicious reeling of her senses. The vortex seemed to be between her legs. The imagery of being a sexual pinwheel amused and tantalized her. And this tall, young boy-probably eighteen or nineteen-maybe four or five years younger than her twenty-three-had the axle for her wheel.
Susan knew there was no loss of strength in her legs, yet, she was sinking toward the floor. Her legs were, melting under her. She had a hand curled behind his neck, an arm wrapped around his waist. And she was pulling him down with her. And they were a jumbled heap of two bodies in the center of the floor.
For a moment, she visualized Bea's and Valery's expressions of surprise if they walked in. And she knew she would feel so ridiculous, with this young boy atop her, with her skirt hem rumped far up her thighs.
"Miss Egan? Susan," the boy .groaned. Impulsively, his mouth floundered wetly over hers. And she kissed him back almost furiously. She laughed with quiet, sheer delight as his fingers fumbled clumsily at the buttons of her blouse. "Careful," she admonished, "don't tear my clothes. Don't pop off the buttons."
She held him close, an arm looped around his neck, and lay quiet as he opened her blouse and kissed the creamy crowns of her breasts that were ballooned up out of the low-cut cups of the bra.
"The hooks are in back," she whispered, turning so he could fish a hand up her spine and flip the hooks from their eyes. "I can breathe," she laughed, feeling foolish and inane.
She was acutely aware of the heavy hardness of him, pressed against her bare leg. She loosened his tie and undid the collar button of his shirt. "Want me to help you with the-rest of our clothes?"
He groaned as if in pain, shook his head. Sitting on the floor, he turned and took off his shoes. While he fumbled with his pants and shorts, she quietly, unobtrusively kicked out of her skirt and half-slip. She laughed with nervous pleasure when he looked back at her, his eyes widening as he stared at her, naked except for sheer black panties.
Provocatively, she peered at his genitals-and her own eyes widened. "You're one heck of a man," she purred, tentatively touching the dark head of his swollen member. "Want to take off my panties for me? I'd like for you to."
He gulped and his eyes blinked rapidly and Susan laughed merrily, encouragingly. "Just don't tear them," she smiled, eyes half-closed as his trembling fingers slipped into the waistband and peeled them down her legs. With her thighs together, she swung her feet high in the air, ankles crossed, giving him a close, long look at her bottom.
His hand palmed her smooth, curvy bottom and caressed the velvetyness of her skin. "I like that," she murmured. Her insides seemed to turn to jelly as she stared obliquely across her right breast at him on his knees, at his balls riding high in the scrotum with anticipation, at his heavy hard-on angling out from his hairy crotch. The slit in the tip of the head oozed a clear, sticky thread of male sexy-honey.
"Want to kiss my titties," she breathed, slowly lowering her feet and stretching her legs out straight to accent the little furry pillow above the tight Vee of her thighs. "I'd like it if you'd suck my nipples and squeeze my boobies. "
As he bent his head over her to smack his lips around a succulent tip of a tittie, one of her hands stretched out so that her fingers encircled the massive barrel of his big pussy-bat.
To express her pleasure and approval of his tongue and lips on her choice cone, she jacked him off slowly, fingers firm on his long, hot meat.
The feel of his hard dong in her fingers, his syrup seeping down over her hand spurred deep, inner yearnings as her passion bloomed like an open fire. She unlocked her ankles and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. "Ooohhh," her voice came in a sensuous flutter. "I'm burning up down there. I'm on fire. My pussy itches. Heeeeelp me!"
As her own erotic needs raged into a passionate frenzy, she jacked him off with greater zeal, riding her hand away down the shaft until she touched his balls, then upward, hauling the foreskin over the glistening glans.
"Get between my legs," Susan panted, pulling on his dick, trying to goad him into mounting her. "You can keep sucking my tits at the same time you give it to me. Come on, Honey-get on me and put it in me."
She sighed with pleasure as he crawled between her legs. She scissored her knees upward to keep him securely in her sleek sex-saddle. She found his thick dong with both hands and bent it toward her crotch, dipping the head into the narrow, wet slot that served as a funnel for his cock, a slick guide into her cunt.
"Ease forward," she gasped, "and I'll help you. Let me guide it in for you, Honey," she cried with erotic frenzy, her ass twitching coitally as the blunt glans stroked across her distended clitoris.
Susan was aware that her face was contorted with frantic desire and she was emitting little animal sounds as she worked his cock around, rotating her bottom to get him positioned on target. A ragged sigh gurgled from her mouth and throat as she got his meat spear-head wedged against her coital entry.
When he remained motionless, apparently undecided, Susan pivoted her bottom upward with her feet and bent legs serving as levers. She arched her pussy to him and the head of his cock popped inside her, smoothly. And a delicious tremor of pleasure gave her a floating sensation. "Ooohhh," she panted. "Your prick is in me-a little bit. The wonderful head. Now, Honey, buck your hips some and fuck some more into me. I need it. I want it. Please give me your cock. See how nice that feels, your nice, big prick inside my hot little fun-hole? I want you to ram it into me as far as it will go. I'll lift my feet up and reach around and hold your wonderful balls while you fuck the prick to me and pretty soon we'll go to heaven together when I orgasm and you shoot your jizz up my snatch-canal."
She opened her eyes and stared at the top of his head that was moving slowly as he fed on her breasts. She took a handful of his hair and lifted his face. She kissed him and bounced the heels of her feet off his hard, lean ass. "Come on," she urged, "let's get down to business ... Pour the prick to me and let's fuck."
He nodded, his mouth open in a stunned gape. Then he took her lean flanks in both hands, thumbs digging into the softness of her tummy and hunched almost brutally.
"Aaaaiiiiieeeee," she yelped as he sank his long shaft into her throbbing twat. "Yeeeaaaahhhh," she gasped, her fuck-muscles coiling and milking his pistoning prick. He had her weight rolled back onto her shoulders and the cheeks of her ass were inches off the floor as he drove his cock into her cunt at an angle. His balls slapped noisily in the crack of her ass as he got the hang of it and drove the prod to her pussy faster and faster.
"You make my pussy smoke and sing," Susan crooned as she strained to tighten her pussy walls around his plundering cock. She sniffed deeply to smell the delicious aroma of sex-a hot, musky aroma created by cock pounding into cunt.
She shook her ass demandingly and up-fucked her bottom to meet his down-fuck. "Horn it into me," she yipped, fingernails digging at his shoulders, through his shirt. "Shove the prick to me-dddeeeeepppp," she mumbled, biting her lower lip as she exploded into a tempestuous climax. "Keep fucking me even while I cum. Don't jizz me yet."
But she had worked him into a sexual frenzy and he was banging her twat in mighty strokes, grunting and puffing, sweat dripping from his brow onto her bobbing tits. And he slammed it into her, his balls bouncing off her butt-buns, and flooded her cunt full of thick, sticky jizz.
"It's all right; it's okay," she crooned, locking her ankles above his ass and letting her pussy-mouth savor and gulp the cum from his spasming prong. "Go ahead, Honey, and let it all flow out. Pour the jizz into Susan's hot pussy and let your cock soak in her smoking cunny. Isn't this wonderful? Isn't fucking fun?"
"I really blew my mental gasket, didn't I?" Susan smiled ruefully, aware of Bea leaning over the seat, her hands inside her coat and loving her hot, firm, jutting titties.
"You crazy, hot little bunny," Valery smiled.
CHAPTER FOUR
Valery shunned Interstate 5, swinging westward to McMinneville, south on 99W and west to Dallas where they found a place to park the trailer for the night.
With curtains drawn, the furnace making the little travel trailer all cozy and snug, Valery and Susan prepared supper on the three-burner propane range, baking old-style country biscuits in the tiny oven. Bea sat at the dinette table scowling at the map of Oregon. "I think you have changed courses on us, Valery-dear," she muttered.
"Slightly," Valery replied, "I've been remembering some places I visited when I was in high school. There is a little lake near a larger one called Valsetz Lake-and we can have some wonderful crosscountry skiing."
"No resorts?" Bea asked suspiciously.
Valery shook her head, glanced quickly at the luscious redhead as she stretched her long legs in the wool ski pants.
"No handsome men, no instructors," she said, obviously miffed.
"We'll have fun," Valery reassured her. "How can you stand those wool things in this warm trailer?"
All Bea said as they ate was, "At the big ski resorts there are always film producers and directors and television talent scouts."
Valery bit her lip, disconcerted by a sense of dread that their vacation might be spoiled. "Are you going to try out for a part in any of the Little Theater productions this fall, winter and spring? You know, Bea, you can be 'discovered' more easily performing on the stage than falling on your beautiful bottom on a ski run."
But Susan didn't help alleviate the gloom. "And there are sometimes writers' agents and publishers at the winter resorts, too."
As she cleared the table, Valery asked ar. casually as she could, "Sue, what arrangements did you make about missing writing classes at the University?"
Susan merely shook her gleaming hair. "I told them I would miss three weeks before the Christmas recess and be back the first week of January."
Still hoping to dispel the melancholy, Valery opened a bottle of Scotch and mixed drinks for the three of them. "I'll do the dishes in the morning." She scooted into the scat opposite her two friends, leaned toward them and half-hugged them. But ihey wouldn't look at her, kept their eyes down between the wide valleys accented by their tight sweaters.
She took a deep breath-she had never exhibited ay serious girl-girl thing toward the two. But she had heard them late, late at night and knew about Bea and Susan.
"Coooome on," she coaxed, letting her hands slide down their arms and across their balloons to tease and tweak their tittie tips. Instantly, there was a spontaneous look of surprise in Bea's blue eyes and Susan's brownish-green eyes.
"You're full of tricks, aren't you?" Bea pouted. "And Halloween was yesterday."
Susan's smile was fleeting, reluctant. But her eyes lit up with her customary good humor. "I think you're a sort of traitor, Val, hauling us to some remote place-where there aren't any guys."
"We have each other," Valery said, nervous tremors like echoes eddying outward from the pit of her stomach over what she was implying.
"I suppose," Bea said with mock sulkiness, "you could say it's your car and we either play your game or you'll take your toy and go home."
"Pleeceaaaassse," Valery cajoled.
Then Bea brightened. She stood clumsily in the small area and removed the sweater. "If you gals will brush out my hair, maybe I'll forgive you both."
"What have I done I should be forgiven?" Susan protested, a hand darting to tweak the sharp nipple of Bea's left breast until the lithe redhead squealed and slapped her hand away.
"I'll exact recompense from you later, Authoress," Bea said tartly, eyes gleaming wickedly, tone carrying an undertone of many implications.
Her bold, desperate allusion to girl-sex left Valery weak. A hot flush spread across her flat tummy and sparked an itch and tingle between her crushed thighs. She had never-and wasn't sure how she would react if faced with the naked prospect.
Susan stood and made fresh drinks. Valery was glad-she just couldn't seem to swerve her gaze from the ivory-toned crowns of Bea's voluptuous breasts as they welled up in the lacy cups of her bra. With tits like those, she thought, Bea, you should be able to get a role in some kind of movies. Your skin would look like vanilla ice cream on black, silk sheets. As Glen would say, what a fabulous pair of lungs.
"I'll make down the breakfast nook bed where we're sitting," Valery murmured casually-as if they hadn't talked about who would sleep where and who would do what-like rotating the cooking and dishwashing duties.
Bea hugged Susan to her ample bosom and kissed the smaller girl on the cheek, crushing her firm melons against Susan's shoulder and upraised forearm. "That's always been the plan-for the first night out, anyhow," Bea winked.
Valery peered into her drink, scowling slightly. Don't they call the female aggressor a dyke? And that was the part Bea was taking right then as Susan acquiesced and surrendered her lips to the demanding redhead. But, she had seen their play reversed during evenings in the apartment back in Seattle, with Susan bossing Bea around-like "go get into your night things. No! Not your PJ's, your see-through nightie-the short one. Or better yet, just the top of your baby dolls. I think you need a good spanking."
The first time she had watched Bea position herself across Susan's sleek thighs, her bare bottom shining and whimpering properly as Susan laid on her hand, she had been embarrassed.
Her face reddened. Could she play their hot little game? To cover her mental turmoil, she spread the Oregon map before her, keenly aware Bea was helping Susan out of her sweater. Covertly, she glanced across the small table when the two girls giggled. And her breath caught when she saw both had shed their bras and had slid downward until their full, ripe breast fruit lolled provocatively on the table-like four large grapefruits with smooth-skinned grapes attached to them.
"You characters," she murmured, a hot flash stabbing into her loins as she watched them sway their bodies from side to side, rolling their firm, tempting boobies along the rim of the table.
There seemed to be a cold draft in her head as she stared from beneath lowered eyelids at the taunting frolic of the two virile young females. The breath of conscience? Valery wondered, prudishly aware that part of her brain relished the idea of engaging in by-play they both found exciting and stimulating.
Involuntarily, her tapering thighs crushed together until her knees ached from the pressure. The turbulent heat being generated between her legs was the same as that aroused by Glen's hands as he played and bent and molded her for his easy taking.
She wished Glen were there-she would like to have his hands inside her panties, his lips on hers or her titties. She would like to hear his voice. Then she turned her attention to the map-wishing she had the original. Why hadn't she had the presence of mind to find it before Glen and the cops did?
And if the ransom-rapists were down this way-would she recognize them? Clever criminals don't just wear a sign around their necks to make it easy.
She stared at the map. That road to where they were going wasn't much-she hoped the rain and possible snow in the Coastal Range wouldn't cause them trouble.
With an increase of squirming across the table, Valery refolded the map and pushed it aside. Her face seemed to glow hot and red like a flashing neon sign as she glanced across to see Bea and Susan turned to face each other. They lifted their titties and pressed them together, then leaned forward to touch nipples to nipples, wrapped their arms around their naked backs and crushed their saucy melons until they flattened out like rubbery pancakes. And they kissed, mouths wide open, tongues dancing and diving in and out.
"Aaaahhhh," Susan mumbled, "you can fuck your tongue farther into my mouth than I can yours. I just love the feel of your tongue tickling my tonsils."
Bea breathed noisily through her mouth as she slurped at Susan's flicking pink tongue. "Wanta press pussy-to-pussy and cum that way?" Bea asked heatedly.
"Wish we had a double-dong dildo," Susan gasped, rubbing her tits back and forth against Bea's. "I wish our tits would get hard and rigid like a man's prick so we could fuck them in our cunts, Bea."
"What a fabulous, impossible dream," Bea sighed with resignation, pulling Susan's naked torso more firmly against hers. Without looking at Valery, she said, "Val, you got any ideas how two hard-up gals can fuck each other? Got any suggestions on what we can use as a substitute for a man's sex-organ?"
"Nooo," Valery muttered, eyes gaping, intrigued and enticed by the two female lovemakers.
"I could call Glen and have him rush down just to hose down your pussy fires," she smiled. Why had she said that? Because a moment before she had been wistfully wishing she could talk to him? She scowled. Had Glen serviced Bea and Susan and she didn't know about it? The way he had called them his brunette and redhead and blonde.
"Would you share him with us?" Susan panted, turning an eye to peer in her direction.
Valery felt her blush deepening and she shrugged, "I don't own him-or his promiscuous prick. How," she asked softly, casually, "do you know whether he's got a tool that would ream out your holes to your satisfaction?"
"I'd gamble-if he were here," Bea retorted, biting down on Susan's tongue until the smaller girl whined like a puppy. "A prick is a prick-if there's not a bunch of guys around for a gal to make a choice."
"Let's rub pussies," Susan whimpered, tone whining and pleading.
Valery's discomfort increased-as did the burning and itching in her crotch. And there wasn't the slightest hint of bashfulncss or reluctance in her friends as they scooted out of the breakfast nook and finished stripping. A feeling of loneliness and being an outsider threaded into her mind as she-watched the naked imps embrace in the middle of what floor space the little trailer provided.
Her breath caught as she watched their beautiful nude bodies writhing as they made coital motions with their pelvises, rubbing their Venus mounds together, rotating and foisting their smooth, rounded, tensed butts in coital hunchings. "Give me all the pecker you don't have," Bea gasped as they struggled to grate their breasts together. "I'm gonna have a boobie-orgasm," Susan whooped, latching her hungry mouth onto Bea's.
"Oooohhhh, I wish you had a cock, Bea. I need a big prick shoved in my hot little snatch, fucking and grinding my twat into ashes."
"I wish your young bank-examiner was here to investigate my cunny," Bea whined. "I need his deposit in my vault," her voice trailed off as she urged Susan backward toward the bed in the back of the trailer.
Valery watched them retreat with dread, appalled that she wanted to continue watching their lovemaking-and learn from their unconcerned orgiastic reveling.
But they turned on an overhead light and left the sliding door open. As if by unspoken accord, they toppled onto the neat bed without breaking contact. As if hypnotized, Valery scooted out of the booth, poured more Scotch over two fresh ice cubes and moved hesitantly toward the naked pair.
"Let's get pussy-to-pussy, Bea," Susan cajoled, squirming away from the taller redhead.
"Oooohhhh, yceessss," Bea agreed, positioning herself with Susan who rolled slightly onto one side so Bea could stretch a leg along her ass and her back. She hustled her crotch upward toward Susan's. "Oooohhhh, Jesus, your pussy is hot-I can feel the heat from inches away," Bea breathed.
"Reflection of your own," Susan quipped. "Boy, do you ever have a sweet-smelling pussy-tonight. Ixt's cat each other later."
They seemed oblivious to Valery's presence as their frantic hands stretched outer pussy leaves far apart so their moist, gleaming vulva-blossoms were fully exposed. Valery was conscious of swallowing hard and gulping the Scotch as she stared at the grinning, leering pussies of her friends.
"Come and make contact," Bea wheedled, shaking her bottom.
And Susan squirmed her bottom downward. Slowly, slowly, slowly, they drew their cunnies together. The lips seemed to stick together as their bodies made contact.
"God, I like it-I love it," Bea groaned as they twisted their lower bodies, rubbing naked cunts together. Each took an ankle of the other so they could apply leverage and increase the delirious pressure of bared vulvas. "All we need is a double-dong so we could fuck each other," Susan panted, as they writhed and groaned, naked bodies seemingly entwined in a lewd meshing.
Valery, when she became aware of a hand digging at her own tormented crotch, tugged it away and drank deeply. A twinge of guilt flashed through her as she found herself contemplating getting onto the bed and gouging a finger of each hand up the butt holes, of the two lasciviously squirming girls.
She shook her head and backed away slightly, feeling a disappointment the naked Bea and Susan would feel ultimately. No matter how hard and long and much they rutted their pussies together, they would not have the delicious, heavenly orgasms they craved from cocks pounding in and out of their cunts.
And right now they were fucking, make-believe, so violently that they were shaking the trailer. And anyone walking by would suspect some gal was really getting her pussy poked.
More than ever, she wanted to talk to Glen. Maybe she should give in and marry the guy. Quietly, she put on a coat and hesitated at the trailer door. Maybe, she fretted, he wouldn't want to marry her now-after she had been defiled by that horrible man in the male witch costume. She shivered involuntarily. He did kiss me, though, didn't he? After he knew that I had been forced to suck his huge cock-and swallow his prick as it gushed jizz?
Silently, she left the trailer, strode through the semi-dark trailerpark to a lit telephone book and placed a call to Seattle.
The operator found Glen at the bar around the comer from his apartment house. For a moment, she was so choked up with happiness that she couldn't speak. "I was afraid to call your apartment, lest I break up your bedroom session with one of your other girl-friends," she laughed.
"Nope," he said, "I'm gonna sleep alone. Hey, the cops arc getting their imaginations working. They now think like I do that the culprits never left on the plane.
"They know how they got aboard, too. First, the cops figure the three had bought tickets as passengers and planned to board on their tickets-but created more confusion than they had bargained for. There were just too many cops all over the airport. So they changed plans which worked even better. One of the guys rushed into the terminal in a police captain's uniform and gestured to the other two-in airport guard uniforms-to follow him. Hell! They rushed right by all the other cops without a gun or an eyebrow raised. Right onto the plane where they put the rest of their plan in motion."
Tears of being shunned and ignored sprang into Valery's eyes. "Shut up," she snapped. "I had this call charged to my phone and I didn't call you to listen to you chirp away about that silly old hijacking or whatever your cop-pals are calling it."
There was silence for a moment. "Val-baby, just let me say a little more. The reason I think my theory about the robbers never staying with the plane is that the chase planes from the Air Guard saw no parachutes and no one on the plane remembers the three men after the plane took off.
"Now, what did you want to say?"
"Glen," she fought to keep from blubbering. "I think I love you. I'm going to write to you after we get to our vacation place.
"Andwish you were here. I could use your arms around mc and your lips kissing mc. And...."
"And?" he said softly.
"And I need some fucking by your lovely peter in the hottest way," she laughed shakily.
"Wish I was there to give it to you, Baby," he breathed obscenely.
"I need it bad," she said in a tone of confession. "So bad, I might even go down on you and give you a blow-job and suck your cock 'til it either ballooned all out of porportion or shriveled to nothing."
"The forbid either of those things happening," Glen said with mock fright. "Too big, your little pussy couldn't take it. Too shriveled up and you'd hunt for pecker elsewhere."
CHAPTER FIVE
There was a sly shyness in Susan and Bea the next morning as Valery towed the trailer into light Sunday morning traffic after a quick breakfast. She smiled inwardly when the two didn't even complain about the road that took them west beyond the little town of Falls City.
Do they feel guilty and embarrassed? she wondered, even gritting her own teeth as the car and trailer jounced and bounced on the even rougher road as she steered south. "The town of Valsetz is west of where we turned off," she explained. "There is a real pretty lake ahead-and the most intriguing old house, if it hasn't been torn down."
"I don't think there is enough snow on these mountains for skiing," Bea murmured, head tilting as if she would peer through the roof of the station wagon at their skis on the top rack.
"Too chilly to swim in the lake," Susan offered, just a trace of sulkiness in her tone. "I guess we'll have fun," she said lamely, doubtfully.
For an instant, Valery lost her temper, "There are forest rangers through here from time to time, maybe you can get one of them to use his prick on your glutinous pussy, Sue. Or, you can look for a big pine cone to make into a dildo-did you bring a condom with you to unroll over it so it won't gouge your twatty walls?"
"Crap," Susan grumbled.
"Hey," Bea chirped, sitting between the two. She turned to Valery and put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the right cheek. "Don't fuss, you two." Boldly, she fondled Valery's right breast and Valery couldn't fend her hand away as she tooled the laden vehicle over a rocky-bumpy area.
"I'll help Sue find a forest ranger to screw her-and I'll show you how much fun it is to rub pussies-and we'll use the ranger's dick ourselves for dessert," Bea laughed merrily, hand gripping hard on Valery's tit until it burned and tingled with fascinating dcliciousncss.
"Stop it, Bea-you'll make mc wreck us," Valery said softly, not too firmly.
Shortly after noon, Valery stopped on a curve of the road and pointed. The sight awed her then as it had a few years ago. "I wanted you two to see it," she said softly, simply. "Isn't it-well, unreal?"
The massive stone house, grey with age and weathering, seemed to lurk in its shelter of towering pine trees that stood like ominous sentinels. Windows of the ground floor were still boarded, but those on the second and third floors seemed to stare like unblinking eyes of resentment.
"I don't think I remember the fat turrets on each end," she murmured, indicating the round structures with the pointed, domed roofs.
"Brrrr, a haunted house," Susan shivered.
"The Old Castle, we called it," Valery laughed. "It has fireplaces on all the floors and in the huge ground-level parlors and great banquet halls-just like in King Arther's time."
"Maybe there's a few knights around, Susan, to shove their lances up your butt hole," Bea teased. "Wouldn't you like to have a knight shed his armor, strip down and spear your pussy?"
"Hush your lascivious mouth," Susan pouted, squirming beside her as Valery drove forward.
"We'll park in that grove of trees beside the lake, get the trailer leveled, have some lunch and go see if we can explore the place," Valery said hopefully.
She was grateful to Susan as they set the four trailer jacks. "I bet there arc even secret passeges and chambers and such," the little blonde rattled with honest enthusiasm.
"Probably," Valery nodded, sucking a thumb she pinched as she unhitched the station wagon.
"Full of ghosts and goblins," Bea said huffily.
Valery scowled. "Phooey." But she wondered whether they would meet, say, a male witch and a skeleton and a devil. She was suddenly anxious to read the Salem Sunday newspaper she had picked up in Dallas.
The grey, lead-plated sky and the silent, murky light rain added a dismal, forbidding gloom to the area as they strolled through black-green trees toward the hulking Old Castle. They were within a hundred yards of the massive, inhospitable mansion before they saw the modern mobile home squeezed discreetly into a grove of pines and poplars. Behind it were a white bus and an older model Mustang.
"I hadn't expected anyone to be here," Valery said, a strange excitement whipping her heart into a galloping pound. Bite your tongne, burn your bra, liar, her mind seemed to taunt her. And she wondered whom they would find inside? A Skeleton? A Devil? A Warlock?
"Maybe a knight to wear one of Susan's rubber sheaths on his spear," Bea smirked.
Valery quickly identified the subdued sound of a gasoline engine as that of a portable power plant. She peered from the mobile home to the looming old house and saw lights here and there on the top two floors, bright lights, lights brighter than normal lamps.
She glanced back at the mobile home and saw fuzzy movement. Then an electric light was turned on and she watched a completely naked woman pour a cup full of coffee and lace it with cither whiskey or brandy. Someone must have spoken to her because she poured another cup and held it away from her as she was joined by another naked woman.
"Sprites of nature," Bea whispered, simultaneously pinching Valery's and Susan's titties.
The two young women walked away into the mobile home. "Whoops!" Bea chirped, "There's a naked babe for all of us."
Valery frowned as a third young woman strolled into sight to fix a drink, light a cigarette and pause to scratch the undersurfacc of a bare breast.
"I wonder who's in the old house?" Valery whispered.
"Even if it's a male," Bea said practically, "one stud for six mares isn't very promising."
"Heck," Susan said brightly, "the sixth gal should have the best of his cock and balls-if he can stay hard. He should be able to fuck for hours if all he has are dry cums."
"You're a brainy one," Bea chided. "Where did you learn so much about biology? I know, you read about it. Being a writer, you have to 'bone' up on such things as how a man can screw all night and how many times a woman can orgasm and how often. Right now, I think I could fuck the best-hung stud in the country down to a whimpering idiot. From stallion back to colt."
"I wish Glen were here," she was prompted to blurt out. "I think we should just march up there and knock on the door and introduce ourselves," she said with more resolution than she felt.
Squinting, Valery saw that the bus or van carried Washington plates and the Mustang bore California tags. The door of the mobile home was opened a few seconds after she knocked. And the three women were in dressing gowns.
"Welcome to Hollywood-Oregon-style-" a towering brunette smiled. "I thought I heard a vehicle a while ago. I had hoped Phil and Jim were here. But when they didn't drive on down, I knew we just had company."
She laughed without embarrassment. "I saw you approaching when I poured a drink and I guess you saw us, too. Come on in. The sex-pot with reddish-brown hair is Wanda Harris, the busty blonde is Rhonda Williams, I'm Jean Thomas-and I'm five-nine and don't make any cracks about how the air is up there or I'm liable to straddle you and make you eat a crack."
Clumsily, Valery made introductions and grew more comfortable when they were sitting in the living room with hot drinks.
"We are here to make a movie," Wanda said.
"Hank-Hank Fanin-is up in the monster-house checking on lighting and power. We can't do a thing until Phil Kerr and Jim Norris get here. They have the rest of the equipment-cameras and film and such," Jean said.
"A movie?" Bea breathed heavily.
"Yeah," Rhonda frowned. "Hank has visions of shooting a hot Gothic at this old house he owns."
"Sounds exciting," Bea pursued, eyes snapping with excitement. "I've done some stage work-in Seattle."
"Don't get too excited," Rhonda cautioned, "I think Hank would rather shoot a skin-flick than a legitimate gothic film."
"Maybe combine the two ideas," Wanda shrugged.
"You'd do it, wouldn't you, Wanda?" Jean snipped. "It wouldn't bother you to strip or have a man tear off your clothes and pour the prick to you in front of whirring cameras, as they say."
"The gal who made Deep Throat made a lot of money," Wanda retorted.
"And you'd suck cock on film, too, I suppose?"
"Wouldn't you, Jean?" Rhonda challenged, winking at Valery, Susan and Bea. "And you'd sixty-nine with another girl, too-for money."
"Maybe we better go-leave here," Valery said doubtfully. "I didn't know someone had bought this old house and property."
"No, no, no! Wait a minute, hold on," Jean said quickly. "Hank will be back pretty soon-and I know he doesn't care if you stay here. On vacation? That's great-and we all would like your company. And don't let our hard-nosed bantering scare you. Wanda, blink your pretty, big brown eyes and scare us up another round of drinks."
When asked what they did-for a living, Valery quickly seized the lead as spokesman. "I'm just a secretary and Bea is a caseworker for the welfare department and does a nightly weather show on a Seattle television station and Susan works at Seattle's largest bank."
"Nothing very exciting or dramatic," Susan laughed.
"I don't know about that for you two," Valery said defensively of her friends. "You have a career ahead of you as a writer and Bea has all the qualifications to make it on the stage or in the movies or in TV."
"A writer and an actress," Jean sparkled and the three of them clapped their hands.
"Hank could sure use some talent and imagination," Wanda commented sourly, "his script ideas and plot lines arc as trite as some of the motives of women-libbers."
"Burn your bra!" Rhonda interjected with mock shock and dismay.
"Never wear one, Darling," Wanda replied sweetly.
Rhonda leaned toward the girl with burnished copper hair and hefted a tittic, squeezing it firmly. "Sorry. How could I ever forget a thing like that." She clucked her tongue. "And it would be a frightful shame to cage up your two, warm little-animals. Oooohhhh, so cuddly," Rhonda cooed, dipping her hands inside the Veed bodice of Wanda's robe and artfully playing with the jutting cones. "You don't mind if I-" Suddenly she-spread Wanda's robe and lifted her jutting breast-mounds into the open "-show our visitors and new friends your fabulous pets, do you?"
Valery felt oddly dizzy, only hazily seeing Wanda playfully slap Rhonda's hands away and stow her sculpted enticements back in the robe. "You brazen snip," she said poutishly. "You better behave, or Jean and I will take you down, strip you naked and punch your fun-cave full of fist and dildo."
"Sheeeee, a grouch today," Rhonda winked at Valery and Susan and Bea.
"Here comes our film genius," Jean said, "so straighten up."
"You mean be modest or strip naked?" Wanda challenged.
The tall, muscular man merely nodded to Valery, Susan and Bea when he entered, striding to the liquor beside the sink and mixing a drink. "Hi, neighbors," he smiled. "I was on the third floor tinkering with some Kleigs and spots and saw your wagon and camp trailer. I'm Hank Fanin. The girls told you what we're doing here? Other than I bought this old house and land from an estate. I was a distant relative of the deceased owner and was able to grab it cheap. Don't you think it'll make a fantastic setting for a gothic movie?"
"Or a sex-thriller," Wanda sniffed.
"Sure," Hank grinned, plucking a cigarette from behind an ear and using a forefinger to brush back the dark hair that was greying along the temples.
Wanda continued to sulk. "Susan is a writer. Why don't you hire her as a script consultant?"
Hank strode across the small room, cupped his palm beneath her chin, tilted her face upward and kissed her. "You don't like my story, Wanda? That's the trouble with this California talent-they want top-name writers, Zanuck or Ford or Hitchcock to direct and release through MGM or Columbia or Paramount. Girls, you know we don't have that kind of budget."
"You said that the financial trip you and Phil and Jim made would provide more-more-more than enough money for this little celluloid project," Rhonda said sulkily.
Valery thought she detected an edge to his voice when he cut off Rhonda, "Just never mind about that trip-hear? I made it very clear what the project is and how much I'll pay you when I recruited you in Los Angeles. Right? And a helluva lot more money than you were making there. Right?"
Hank drew everyone's attention and Valery could focus hers on the faces of the three women. There was submission and accord in their eyes. And Valery tingling with the desire to ask Hank where they went on their financial trip.
"You three arc from Seattle?" Hank asked suddenly and Valery felt a hot flash of surprise and she was willing before his direct, grey-eyed gaze. "Did-did we say we were-arc-from Seattle?" There was an electrical urgency in the air.
"I think I mentioned it when I said Susan is a writer," Wanda relieved the indefinable tension.
Still, Valery couldn't remember her saying such a thing.
"Bea is an actress, too," Jean picked up the lagging conversation. "Maybe, Hank, she'd like to earn some extra money and have some fun-get some on-camcra experience-while she's vacationing."
Rhonda scooted along the couch so he could sit between her and Bea. "Well, we can talk about it later. No point in making any plans until Jim and Phil get here with the rest of the gear."
"I thought they should have been here by now," Jean said.
"The time schedule has always called for tomorrow," Hank said, stretching his legs.
And Valery didn't miss his casual scratch over his genitals, tugging his pants to provide more crotch room. She was surprised and felt a warm flush as she cogitated on which of the three women he was diddling. All three of them? She took a long swallow of the drink that had cooled during the conversation. Why should she care. She had to wrench her eyes from the prominent bulge in his pants. She gritted her teeth silently, uncomfortably. She had the same exciting tingle in her own panties that she got every time Glen looked her up and down, his eyes undressing her, or got his hands inside her clothes and fondled her bare skin.
"We should get back and finish checking out the trailer," she said casually. "The road was very rough and we may have some breakage-dishes and such-to clean up."
"Come have supper with us tonight," Jean called.
"I don't think we can," Valery said. "How about breakfast?"
As they left, Susan called to Hank, "Is that old house haunted?"
"I never saw a single ghost," he replied. "But I haven't checked every closet and all the secret passages, though."
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, Valery encouraged Bea and Susan to go to breakfast with the others without her, saying she would come along later. She knew that Jim and Phil had arrived. She had heard a large vehicle arrive late in the night and, when she first awakened, she had seen Hank and the two men unloading the van-type vehicle, carrying cases and tripods and light stands into the old house.
She was pleased that Bea and Susan were excited and stimulated now, casting off their grumpiness. Pouring another cup of coffee, she got out the Sunday paper and settled herself at the small labie to read. Anyone shooting a movie-even if it were only rinky-dink-could, be exciting. But is that the sum-total of what is here? she fretted.
Slowly, attention keen, she read the account of the hijacking in Seattle. It varied considerably from what Glen had told her. The story said the police thought the three robbers had jumped somewhere between Seattle and Spokane-even explaining about the map that had been found in the motel. And it explained the bombs as diversionary and to convince the police the three men meant business. And the police said the abduction of a Seattle television personality and her two girl friends was designed to divide the attention of police.
Valery was relieved that there was no mention of the rape by the "Skeleton, Devil and Male Witch".
The police also said that they believed the three hijackers had bought tickets to Dallas. Valery nearly choked on her coffee until it became clear that the police were referring to Dallas Texas, not Dallas, Oregon.
The wire service story said that a private investigator in Seattle had some theories about the case, but the police had discounted them. "That would mean Glen," Valery said softly. And there was no mention of the Oregon map and the scribblings and the hole punched-very near where they were vacationing.
"Oh, well," Valery sighed, shivering slightly as little prickles of nerves itched up and down her back. She had no idea how long Hank and the three women had been here-it seemed obvious the mobile home had been here for sometime. And there had been enough rain to obscure tire tracks.
She started a letter to Glen, telling him about the supposed filmmaking at the Old Castle, about Bea's and Susan's possible involvement or contribution. And she didn't try to conceal her cynicism that she would be the one to spend a lonely vacation.
Very conversationally, she tried to tell him as precisely as she could about the people here, describing the "three unbelievably beautiful girls, Jean, Rhonda and Wanda." And she tcasingly suggested he better get his jealous britches on as she described the handsome, intelligent Hank Fanin, Phil Kerr and Jim Norris.
She put the letter away in her purse, intending to add to it as she learned and observed more. Let him draw whatever conclusions possible or as he wished, she frowned, rising to refill her coffee cup and dabbling in about an ounce of brandy.
From her seat she watched the three men finish toting crates and boxes into the Old Castle that seemed even more forbidding in the early daylight and weepy rain than it had when they arrived Sunday.
She bit her lower lip as she watched Phil and Jim leave the old house and head toward Bea and Susan, loop arms across their shoulders and steer them toward the large mobile home.
She couldn't hear voices at this distance, but from the demeanor of Susan and Bea, she knew they were excited and pleased. And the men-all three of them-were damned handsome. "Maybe, Glen, you should be jealous," she murmured, crossing her legs to clamp down against the kindling warmth in her crotch. She glanced down at her lap, at the tightness of the ski britches stretched across her little love-pillow.
"Hot and hard up," she growled reprovingly. Studiously, she sipped her coffee. "Why not? I'm on vacation, supposed to have fun and relax. And what is more relaxing and fun than having an accommodating man naked between your legs and corking your cunt with his big dobbcr?"
She scooped the fingers of one hand into her crotch and pressed the swollen flabs of her pussy petals and groaned with need and torment. "Wouldn't surprise me that Bea and Susan get big hunks of their tails ripped off sooner than soon." She cringed' as the thought burned her mind. I wonder what it would be like to make girl-girl love-and how this double-dong thing works the girls mentioned.
"I'm getting a depraved mind," she scolded herself. She tried to assume an academic viewpoint. "What would I do-if one of the guys-say Hank Fanin-barged in here and made a pass? Would I fight like a cornered cat? Or, would I lie down and purr and let him stroke my pussy with his tomcat bat?"
She blushed furiously as she began speculating on how much dick each of the three men had and whether they were circumcised or had fat, thick foreskins that added to the girth of their pricks as they shafted into a girl's cunt-or her asshole.
"Gleeennnn," she whined softly, fingers pressing at the folds of sensitive flesh guarding her vulva. "I need a hot luck. Lots of big, hard prick stabbing in and out of my tight little pussy-hole."
Feeling more and more depraved, she tilted the cup to her lips, sucked at the drink with her tongue doubled and imagined she had a guy's peter forced between her teeth and she was sucking his cock as if it were a stick of delicious candy.
"Son of a bitch," she reviled herself, letting her hand fly back and forth between her legs, giving herself a dry finger-fuck. Valery laughed self-deprecatingly. "It's a good thing I put on long pants this morning-or I would have my hands in the hot little cookie jar and be masturbating right now."
Erotic tremors danced along the inner planes of her thighs and tingled deliciously deep in her loins. "I-I-I guess I could give in to making sex with a girl if-if-if it happened."
She hadn't meant to do it, but her fingers loosened her ski pants and her other hand slid inside, under the waistband of her panties. Fingertips combed through the crinkly black hair that thatched her Venus mound and dipped into her rich, hot, sticky love-gash.
"Oooohhhh, Jesus," she moaned, eyes squinting, but unseeing through the window. She fanned her knees wide so her hand could have full play between her trembling legs. "I wonder if it's satisfying-69ing with a man? Could I go down on a guy and suck his hard prick while he had his face in my crotch and was eating out my pussy?"
One finger-two fingers-three fingers explored into her love-tunnel and she pressed the starter-button of her clit. Her ass bucked and bounced on the seat and she scooched down so she could get her little finger against the hot, burning, itching pucker of her anal entry. "Oh, shit," she whined, "I need it bad. I got the hotsy-totsy nuts and need a fucking. I wonder whether Glen has ever done it to a girl like Susan got it from behind? In the asshole on one stroke and up the snatch on the next. I think that would be the summit of the mountain, getting fucked in both holes at the same time. I'd like to try that sometime-but I'd prefer to suck his cock before, though-I wouldn't want a shitty stick in my mouth."
She concentrated on linger-fucking herself, wishing her fingers were longer so she could rasp them against her cervix and induce a fast, hard cum. There was a soppy sound in her crotch as her fingers (lew in and out of her passion-wet twat. "Old stink-fingered me," she laughed, shaking her butt as she cascaded into an enervating orgasm.
Valery shuddered noisily through her climax, wave after wave of ecstasy like sweetest honey ebbing away. She weakly withdrew her hand from her clothing and dried her fingers on a Kleenex, a flush of guilt and shame turning her cheeks and throat pink.
She watched a Travel-all stop near the massive mansion and a man in uniform get out and talk briefly with Hank. A Forest Service ranger, Valery thought, although she couldn't read the insignia on the door of the vehicle.
Then the vehicle turned around and left. Valery stood in the doorway of the small trailer and exchanged waves with the forest employee.
Then Hank got her attention by placing his little fingers in the corners of his mouth and whistling shrilly. When she raised a hand, he waved his arm like a flag for her to come on down to the big mobile home.
It just couldn't be, she fretted, that these men were the rapist-hijackers-were they hijackers? They hadn't taken over the plane and forced it to fly them anywhere. But Glen had said you can't tell a crook by his face.
With cups of coffee in hand. Hank steered Valery into the expando living room and introduced her to Jim Norris and Phil Kerr.
"I heard you drive in last night," she said. "Where on earth did you get all of that equipment?"
"We leased it in Los Angeles," the black-haired Jim Norris said, doodling a finger along the upper surface of Susan's thigh, touching a sex-tender spot and making her squeal.
Well, she thought, that would rule them out as two of the hijackers. There just wasn't enough time for them to pull off the job-even fly to California-and drive back that truck.
"Val, this Old Castle is fabulous-scary and exciting," Bea breathed, not seeming to mind Phil's arm around her shoulders.
"Bea is going to be our 'star' in the film," Hank said, smiling. "And Sue has a lot of fresh ideas for the story line."
Carefully, Valery studied Jean and Rhonda and Wanda. She could sec no resentment in their expressions about Bea's being given priority status for the "movie". "Bea is a fine actress and Susan is profess...."
Her voice trailed off as she was ignored in her accolades for her two friends.
"Come on, Sue, Bea-you guys, too," Hank said. "Let's get back over to the 'house' and start laying this thing out. I want to start shooting in the morning." As they trooped out of the mobile home, Hank continued, "Susan, you work with Phil and Jim to smooth out the script and dialog. Just keep the lines simple and easy to memorize. And keep in mind that I am Bea's jealous boy friend-in the film."
A sense of being lost or abandoned or ignored must have been stark and plain on her face. Jean moved to sit beside her and hug an arm around her. "Hey, don't feel blue and out of things," she coaxed. "The rest of us are in sort of the same burlap sack. But we'll all get attention as time goes by."
Valery caught Wanda's rather surly look as the burnished-haired girl strode toward the kitchen and returned with a bottle of whiskey. "We get paid anyway and Val doesn't," she said tartly, "Still, they could have included all of us in what's going on. Don't get the idea I resent Bea having 'lead' because I don't. But I resent being shoved aside and, in effect, told to sit in the corner and be quiet until I'm called. I think I'll get drunk and say up their ying-yang assholes."
Valery folded her arms under the saucy slope of her breasts as a chill of dissension made her uncomfortable. But Wanda smiled and offered to pour liquor in all of their cups.
"Hell, might as well," Rhonda frowned, blue eyes losing their cast of dullness and starting to twinkle.
"Pour 'til I say no more," Jean said in a deep, theatrically ominous voice.
"How often does that ranger come around?" Valery asked.
"I think Hank said he checks through every two or three days," Jean answered, hugging Valery in against her voluptuous breasts, clinking her cup to hers. "Here's to the film and the jealous lover and the accused girl friend and his vengeance for her suspected unfaithfulness," she said solemnly. "Drink up, old friends."
Before the cups were lowered, Valery was conscious of her eyes watering, her throat burning. "Before I toast anything again, I'm going to have to cut this whiskey with some water or more coffee," she gasped, bosom heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.
She blinked rapidly as Jean patted her on the tits, "Breathe deep," she said.
"Aren't you supposed to pat a person on the back?" she wheezed.
"I don't know," Jean said with mock indecision. "I thought the lungs were what were in trouble and I was just trying to work on them."
"Whether they're lungs or not," Rhonda laughed gaily, "Val certainly has a fine pair of saucy sacks."
Flickers of fear caught Valery as Jean very deliberately cupped a hand over her left tit, then her right, pinched the firm flesh and gave the nipples a little twist. "And all hers, too," she nodded sagely.
"Damn those guys," Wanda pouted, leaning to peer out a window , toward the Old Castle. "Wouldn't surprise me that they've already gotten to Bea and Sue and are taking turns riding up and down, in and out of their sexy saddles."
"Sssshhhhame on you and your suspicious mind," Rhonda scolded, clucking her tongue. "You sound just like a jealous little hen with the roosters paying attention to some other young pullets."
"I suppose you're going to tell me about the 'peckering' order of chickens," Wanda smirked.
Little, sharp alarms jangled in Valery's mind as she sensed something was about to happen over which she had no control. "How long have you girls been here?"
"A few days," the blonde Rhonda yawned as she languished on the couch, stretching an arm out and above her head to lift her cone-shaped breasts. And it was apparent to Valery she wore no harness under the chic robe. "Hank drove in early Saturday morning-about three o'clock, I think."
"From where?" Valery tried to make her voice casual.
"Somewhere in Washington-I'm not sure," Rhonda continued, stretching her arm and cup to Wanda for a refill. "Get the coffee urn and cut this stuff, will you, Gorgeous?"
From her seat, at the end of the couch, Valery could see the front of the truck brought in by Jim and Phil. It bore Oregon plates. "Phil and Jim must have had a long drive," she offered, feeling her curiosity was a little lame.
"Who knows. Who cares?" Jean muttered. "For Christ's sake!" she blurted suddenly, "Are we going to sit on our butts all day and talk trivia? Why don't we show Valery some of the movies we were in?"
"Really?" Valery brightened, interest and curiosity mounting as Rhonda and Wanda drew drapes, casting the interior of the trailer into a gloom almost as intense as a regular theater.
Jean dropped a little hinged door above the daveno while the other two set up a tripod and positioned a screen. "Hank installed a projector in this closet," she explained, feeding a cord from the closet, down the hallway to her seat in the chair next to Valery on the daveno. "Take a deep breath, gulp a drink 'cause here we go."
Wanda and Rhonda took seats on the couch beside Valery and Jean started the projector. "Here comes twelve-hundred feet of rip-roaring pussy and pecker action-after the Academy leader," she laughed as various inverted numbers and symbols flashed on the screen in perfect focus.
It seemed the mobile home was unbearably hot as she watched the three young women-naked-cavort for what seemed hours. And, she fretted, why did she get excited as she watched. Rhonda and Wanda masturbate a huge dog while the animal plied his long, dripping tongue through Jean's furry snatch. "God, I can still feel that fantastic tongue lapping my pussy," Jean squealed.
And Valery thought she could feel it, too. Then Jean rolled over on the floor, came up on all-fours and Wanda helped the dog mount her while Rhonda guided his red sex-stick into Jean's gaping pussy.
"Jean still says that is one of the best fuckings she's ever had," Rhonda chirped, squirming with excitement beside Valery.
Valery's senses seemed to reel as she watched scene after scene of three gay girls in action, loving titties, sucking and eating cunnies. Then the men came, one after another, screwing the three hot little nymphs with opulent bodies, shooting copious streams of jizz into their twats and their assholes and into their gaping mouths.
Dizzily, she noticed none of the men was among the three here at the site of the Old Castle. "I really went wild," Wanda trilled, pointing, "when that guy put on the pronged dildo and screwed my butt and cunt at the same time. Jesus! I could cum right now-just from watching."
"You can orgasm just from brushing your teeth," Jean complimented her.
And I can almost cum, too, Valery slewed, watching Jean get cornholed by a guy while she sucked on Rhonda's vulva. And she didn't mind Jean's arm .across her shoulders and Rhonda's hand on her leg, fingers dipping down between, just inches from her steaming orifice. "You almost poked your tongue into my pussy up to your tonsils when that guy slammed his pecker home and jizzed your twatty," Rhonda gloated.
"Hell, Sweetie, his cock was so long, I thought he was going to stab it right up my throat and you were going to get his load in your pussy and I was just going to stir it around with my tongue."
I-am-drunk, Valery thought dizzily. And she took another swallow of booze and cold coffee. I-am-hot for fucking, she must;! dreamily, aware of Jean's fingers in her armpit, teasing at the ridge of her breast. And Rhonda's hand was against her crotch, gently rubbing the harsh wool of the crotch of her ski pants against her lender, sensitive outer pussy lips.
How far will they go? she wondered hazily. Yet, she was aware enough to want them to go all the way with her. What if Bea and Susan and the men should walk in? And sec me getting laid by these three gay gals? Oh, shit, who cares?
She leaned toward Jean so the tall brunette could lay her cheek on the top of her head-and have enough room to maneuver her hand under her arm to cup and fondle the hot, aching cone of her tittie.
Valery bit her tongue to suppress a sigh of satisfaction and erotic pleasure. She had never dreamed of having a couple of girls play with her-well, maybe she had dreamed about it. Hadn't she been aware that Bea and Susan would have included her if she had just dropped a hint or lowered an "aye" lid?
The sweater was being unbuttoned to display her deep decolletage. The bra firmed her breasts together to create a tight valley and puff the flesh upward, creating ivory-sculpted cones.
Two hands were between her shoulder blades and the hooks of her bra parted. And she could breathe. "Wow," she sighed raggedly as Jean tugged the cups of the bra away so her jutting mounds were fully exposed.
"Look at these sweet, smooth little nipples," Jean said cheerily, lifting one of Valery's ripe melons free of the lacy bra.
"Now, wait a sec," Valery protested weakly-vocally only.
Darn me, she fretted, I like to have a gal fondle and play with my tittie-fruits. They know just how to do it-the way a girl likes her mams handled. Even Glen can't do it as good as Jean can. She wanted to look down at what Jean's and Rhonda's hands were doing to her hot, hard titties, but she kept her eyes on the screen where the three young women were lying on their sides on a floor-in a wheel-round-robin sucking each other's pussies.
"A gay sex chain," Wanda panted, leaning across Rhonda to loosen Valery's ski pants. "Let's get inside and see if her pussy is as magnificent as her bosom," Wanda tittered.
And to Valery's surprise and dismay, she moved and shifted about so Wanda could remove her ski pants and boots-then her black net panties that she had redesigned by sewing in a diddle-slit in the two-ply crotch.
"Oooohhhh, smell her perfumy pussy!" Wanda chortled with happy gleefulness.
Valery closed her eyes, but couldn't shut out the carnal scenes of sex on the silver screen. She fell herself being lifted and stretched out in a lewd posture on the floor.
Through half-closed eyes, she saw Jean straddle her with her broad, white ass was lowering toward her head. "No, no, no," Valery whined, eyes staring at the slowly approaching black furry crotch. They're going to make mc suck their pussies, she thought, heart hammering, mind near a panic. , Then her attention was divided as she felt hands on her thighs, pushing them apart, scissoring her knees upward so that her pussy was curved up and outward. And she felt a hot breath in her seething vulva, against her steaming vaginal opening.
She would have screamed, but Jean sank onto her. And Valery gasped for breath as Jean's long, full sex-gash covered her face like a hot, wet, sticky open purse. And she had a full, rich pussy all over her face. She turned her head slightly and could see Jean's dark brown, out-pooched butt hole.
Valery swallowed hard-meant only to lick her lips but she licked her tongue up and down Jean's sweet-musky fuck-furrow.
"Hceeey, yeeeaaaahhhh," Jean purred, voice deep and pleased. "She's eating my hair-pie. Suck it, Honey! Stick your little pink tongue in Jean's snatch-cove. I like this. Tongue my clit and I'll come hard on your mouth."
Valery trembled with violent, delectable pleasure as a mouth latched onto her own deep sex-rut and a tongue darted in and out of her convulsing pussy. "Lick my asshole and cunt from behind while I suck Val's pussy," she heard the girl plead who was tonguing her cunt in such wild, coital abandon.
I'm gonna cum, she thought, unable to keep her butt from bucking and bouncing as she had her pussy devoured. And she swirled her tongue around inside Jean's spasming cunt.
Valery came hard, in volatile convulsions that seemed to rip through her loins like sharp explosions. She screamed with ecstasy and the sound and the breath went up Jean's fuck-canal and the tall brunette squalled as she shuddered into a full-body orgasm.
Her pussy was spasming and she was aware of a hot tongue delving into her rectum. And she came again, reveling in the exquisite sensation of having a tongue fucking in and out of her asshole.
Dully, she heard the door open and close, the dull, heavy tread of boots. "Want her?" she heard one of the girls ask. And she heard the harsh skip of a zipper. Then cold hands were on her raised knees, pushing her thighs wide. A chill shivered through her, a chill of embarrassment and degradation as she visualized the lewd exposure of her most intimate parts. Her hair-lined snatch, pussy lips gaping, buttocks bare, ass-crack presented. And he was rustling into her Veed legs. And she could feel the heat of his organ.
Valery flinched as the hot, slick head of his staff rubbed first one thigh, then the other. "Aaaa-hhhh," she gurgled-into Jean's pussy-as the blunt head of a hard dick was pushed into the hot, slick inner petals of her sex-blossom. She was going to get it.
She dug her fingernails into Jean's firm, plump rump as the fleshy, fat knob of cock was prodded inside her body. "Oh," she grunted, the walls of her vagina yielding, seeming to fold around the massive, invading shaft of male-meat. His hunches sent little darts of pleasure-pain through her womb.
"Woweeee, look at how his big organ stretches the lips around her pit," someone yelped. And Valery felt perspiration spring out all over her naked body as she absorbed his prick-inch by inch by inch. She thought she heard a creaking of her pelvic bones as he continued prodding the cod to her.
There was no fear in her that she couldn't take it. It all felt too good for any hurt. So dreamily deliciously wonderful, her mind seemed to sing as he humped and grunted, forcing his thick cock into her, the thicker base expanding the rubbery outer lips even more.
She slurped involuntarily at Jean's snatch as she felt the heavy, hairy balls resting against the tingling cheeks of her ass, filling the splayed crack and agitating the crinkled entry to her bowels. Hazily, she wondered whether he would give her a husky cornholing before he was through.
Then he began to plow, stretching her furrow and filling her insidcs with inches and inches of pumping prick. Someone put a hand between their two bellies and a finger was goading her distended clit. She hit a quick orgasm-and screamed with an ecstatic sort of madness.
She was hoping the others couldn't understand what she was screaming. She didn't want them to know she was yelling for this man with the fabulously monstrous prick to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her-CORNHOLK ME!
Slowly, her body began to respond to his rhythm and she was rotating and up-fucking her ass to arch her pussy to him to .get all of his pecker-and more, if he only had it.. She knew someone was licking his balls because they no longer rolled and jounced against her butt and she could feel a chin on her asshole.
A glorious, enthralling jubilation was tingling throughout her body as he fucked her faster and faster. She panted her breath into Jean's twat as she made her ass bounce and bound to match his masterful lunges and thrusts of cock into her ravenous cunt.
Squish-snock, squish-snock, his massive prick socked into her frenzied cunny, drawing her further out with each delve of rigid cock into her seething love-hole. How long can a climax last? she wondered with delicious enchantment, hoping that wondering about it wouldn't make it stop.
"Look at her up-fuck her butt to get all of his prick on each pump into her," someone admired and Valery braced her feet beside his knees to make her up-fucks more determined and certain.
There was a delightful numbness in her channel, yet her insides were keenly aware as her pussy-volcano continued erupting around his pistoning prick, sending her into an even higher climax. She wished she could ride the crest of fuck-heaven for hours, but she knew it was rounding toward a finish when his lunges became fast and erratic, pumping and pouring his prick to her, then slamming hard, grating his groin against her Venus mound and exploding her cunt full of jizz from his spasming prick.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Valery presumed she swooned because there was no one around. Dazedly, she dressed and took a swig from the bottle of whiskey. She had been fucked-and didn't know whom to thank for such a wonderful, prodigious dicking.
The rain had given way to a very fine snow as she wandered about, breathing deeply of the forest scents and cool air. She wandered to the truck Phil and Jim had driven in and stepped up on the running board, staring toward the forbidding Old Castle.
Not a sign of movement or even life. All the other vehicles were there, so they must all be in the old stone mansion. She opened the door and climbed into the truck cab. The glove compartment was open and she idly shuffled through papers. Slowly, her senses sharpened.
Here was a lease agreement for film equipment and sales slips for film and other supplies. All dated October 12. And a truck trip permit to and from California dated October 10 to 15.
"What?" she puzzled. Furtively, she got out of the truck and stole toward the travel trailer. She had some more things to include in the letter she had started to Glen. They didn't just drive that truck into Oregon from California! It must have been stashed somewhere in Oregon and was just picked up by Phil and Jim.
She frowned over the letter, trying to, but unable to ignore the exquisite pulsations aroused by a pecker in her pussy. She didn't think it likely that Jean, Rhonda and Wanda knew anything about the three men other than what they had mentioned. Making this film-that alarmed her because the film they would make would be a filthy one like the girls had just shown her-was just to mask their other activities.
Carefully, she put away the letter. When I find out all I can and mail this to Glen, he can make out of it whatever he can. She felt limp and weak as she moved to the rear of the trailer to stretch out on the bed to nap.
"Jeez, that was a wonderful fucking I got," she murmured drowsily, "I wonder which one of the men has that marvelous cock." In her restless dream, she sat in some frightening place, facing Hank and Phil and Jim. Their faces were solemn, studious, but their eyes were taunting, goading, challenging. If these three men had pulled the airplane ransom, then they had to be the same ones who had raped her and Susan and Bea. Which one had fucked it to her and forced her to suck him off?
Of course! The leader. And that had to be Hank Fanin.
* * *
The sharp but subdued voices of Susan and Bea awakened her and she lay, breathing shallowly in the gloomy rear part of the trailer.
"You aren't any friend of mine," Bea said accusingly. "I don't think I care two cents about the money for this so-called movie, Susan."
Susan's tone was mirthful and gloating. "Of course, you do. And you've always wanted to be in a movie."
"Some movie!" Bea snorted. "And you're making it all the worse. You and your ideas."
"You're getting the best of everything," Susan chirped. "Everything."
Valery heard one of them unscrew the cap from a liquor bottle, the clink of ice in glasses, the pour liquid as two drinks were built.
"This is going to be one of the rawest sex films around," Bea protested plaintively. "And if any legitimate movie or TV people see it and recognize mc, I can never make it in decent acting."
Valery raised on an elbow, aware of a breast tingling where it was crushed against her arm.
"Susan, you know what you've done?" Bea persisted. "You dreamed up some of the most degrading sex scenes for mc ... And I'll get fucked in from of the cameras by all three of them-and Rhonda and Wanda and Jean will all take a whack ai mc-one at a lime and the three of them together. And it is your idea that my clothes betaken away from mc in that old house and I'll be filmed all the time naked. Just that tattered old man's shirt to wear. And I'll be fucked and fucked and fucked ... and they'll make me go down on them and give them slurpy blow-jobs and the women will make me eat their cunts and they'll suck on mine and gobble my titties."
Valery stirred, got up and roamed forward. "How about a drink for me?"
She was tempted to tell them about the film she had seen. Maybe they would find a big dog somewhere to take on Bea. She held the drink with both hands to control their trembling. That would be something else, watching Bea on her hands and knees, butt in the air with a dog mounting her and stabbing his shaft up her snatch. She could almost hear Bea whining and whimpering as the dog danced his hind legs between her supine legs as he fucked it into her pussy-and maybe her behind-hole.
"I want to sec the Old Castle before you all get involved in your movie," she said placidly, wondering whether she should tell them about her suspicion that the three men had pulled the robbery in Seattle. She felt a little contemptuous of Bea's loathing of having her pussy poked by the three-she'd taken one of the guys' oars up her gondola in that motel room.
"Ask Hank," Susan said, scribbling in a notebook. "I'm sure he'll take you on a tour."
"What arc you writing?" Valery murmured.
"Probably some more fuck-gimmicks for me in the film," Bea said huffily. "Val, do you have any idea of what she has suggested so far? Ugh! I won't do that, though-suck a dog's peter! I bet no gal would go down on a dog and give him a blow-job."
I wouldn't bet on it, Valery frowned, putting three TV dinners in the oven and replenishing their drinks, wondering whether she should risk telling them that the three other women had made it with her on the floor of the mobile home and that one of the men had wandered in while she was sucking pussy and had fucked it to her.
No, she decided, I better not. A torrid flush flowed through her belly. She wondered how she could let it be known that she wouldn't object to joining in with them-letting them lip-love her boobies and suck her twatty and she would give it back to them with all her tongue and soul.
As they ate, she had a very shameful feeling she wouldn't have to say anything about it. Bea ate with one hand, the other hot and firm on her right thigh. She would bet anything that the guy who had parked his prick in her and pumped her cunny full of jizz must have told them she had been laid by Rhonda and Jean and Wanda. And Bea had sexy designs. Could she smell the commingled aroma of pecker and pussy?
Valery shifted slightly in the small dining nook and Bea's fingertips dug keenly into her flesh, her hand like a hot iron through her ski pants. I should push her hand away, Valery scowled. But she didn't move. Not even when Susan got up and cleared the table and washed up cups and glasses and made two fresh drinks.
"I have a meeting on the script," Susan said. "You two relax and enjoy the evening."
"Hope you get your gash split with all three of their big pricks," Bea said sulkily. "That's what you got planned for mc-and all of you are going to stand by and watch mc get cock after cock shafted into my snatch and mouth after mouth gulping my pussy and pricks and pricks and pricks pronged down my throat."
"You'll enjoy it," Susan retorted.
"Bet I won't be able to cum even one time-not with everyone watching me get fucked in front of the cameras," Bea pouted.
Valery laughed softly and hugged Bea's shoulders as Susan closed the door. Impulsively, she kissed Bea's red lips.
Then she was startled by the welling of hot tears in Bea's eyes and the gentle, convulsing sobs that shook her, causing her sloping breasts to jiggle enticingly. What came over her, she couldn't explain as she ran a hand across the faces of Bea's big tits, caressing the crowns and massaging the tips to firm points.
Bea turned her head and buried her wet face in the arch of Valery's neck and shoulder. Her hand dipped deep into Valery's crotch and the thumb doodled at the crotch scam of her ski pants.
And Valery slowly, gently parted her knees so Bea could delve all the way with her searching hand. Valery's mouth was dry and there was a nervous tic in her throat as she realized she and her girl friend were going to go all the way. She wished Bea would become the aggressor and lead-but it was apparent that she, Valery, was cast in the role of butch and Bea was the docile girl. And it was up to Valery to be the seducer. She patted Bea's back between the shoulder blades, fingers finding the hooks and back straps of her bra.
Slowly, she unbuttoned Bea's blouse and Bea shuffled out of it obediently, leaned forward, firm, hot tits resting on the table as Valery undid the bra and drew it off over the shapely redhead's arms.
She slid out of the booth and stood.
"Please?" Bea whimpered.
"Stand up and get naked," Valery said, heart bouncing as the beautiful redhead scurried to comply.
Valery felt faint with lascivious excitement as she stared at the flawless nudity of the lithe body before her. Bea had assumed a mien of innocence and menial obedience. Her hands were laced across her pubic region. Valery was astonished by her own actions.
She slapped at Bea's hands and her voice was low-pitched and surly, "Don't hide from me. Dammit, don't try to cover up your pussy with your hands. I'll call in a wild animal to fuck your cunt and shaft your butt hole and piss your guts full. Now squat and comb your cunny hair with your fingers and spread open your pussy so I can inspect it."
Bea obeyed immediately and Valery braced an arm against the table, almost orgasming as she watched Bea, in a lewd squat, arranging the strands of red crotch hair and parting her labia in a lecherous grin, the inner petals blood-red and wet and slick.
"Did you have a man between your legs today, fucking his prick into your pussy?"
"No, Val," Bea said, voice small and squeaky.
"Did some horny gal have her face down there, eating and sucking your cunt?"
"No, Val."
"Did you go off by yourself and play with yourself-put your fingers in your hole and have fun? Or did you push a smooth stick in and out of your hot little hole?"
"No, Val," Bea murmured, eyes pleading on hers, her fingers stretching the outer lips of her pussy so far apart Valery could see the fluttering curtain guarding her vagina.
Valery put a booted foot against Bea's right shoulder and pushed her over on her back, feet kicking high in the air, hairy crotch fully exposed, anal crack wide and flat, asshole bulging. She stepped around Bea and strode to the rear of the trailer.
With her back to Bea, she ordered, "Come back here and undress me. Or I'll take a strap to your behind and leave welts on your curvy, sex-hungry ass an inch wide."
"Yes, Val," Bea replied quickly.
As soon as she was naked, she sought the center of the bed, stretched out on her back, astounded by her own brazenness. "You will wash every inch of my body-with your tongue."
She shivered violently as Bea joined her on the bed, hovered over her, the hot, hard points of the breasts brushing. She spread her thighs wide to accommodate Bea's right hand. And she choked on a sigh of satisfaction as the redhead brushed her long hair back over her shoulders and began licking, licking across Valery's forehead, her closed eyes, her checks.
"Aaaaiiiiceee," Valery moaned, her butt bouncing as Bea forked a finger into her pussy and began licking and breathing into her ears. "Cummmming," Valery groaned. "Oooohhhh," she said sharply as Bea stabbed a finger into her hot, tight back chute.
But she didn't squirm away as her attention was focused on the heavenly delights of a harsh, hot tongue laved slavishly across the creamy crowns of her titties.
She shuddered through climax after climax as Bea's wet tongue traveled slowly downward, lingering on her super-sensitive navel. When Bea's mouth reached her mound, she stopped her and turned onto her stomach. Instantly, Bea's left hand was back between her legs, a finger up her snatch and one buried in her rectum. "Finger-fuck me good in both holes while you lick my body," she grunted, ecstasy garbling her words.
She felt herself soaring as Bea's mouth suckled over her back, tongue marching downward toward the ballooning of her buttocks. "Ah-ah-ahhhhh," she gurgled, reveling in the forbidden pleasure of having expert fingers diddling faster and faster into her cunt and her asshole, a thumb stroking back and forth through the valley between her fanny cheeks.
"Make me cum hard and sweet," Valery begged, nerves sparking throughout her body, muscles twinging and jerking in her thighs as she spread her legs farther apart, lifting her ass upward so Bea could plow her fingers into her without hindrance. "When you lick my ass, keep your fingers going in mc," she pleaded, gently jostling her body back and forth so she could heighten the scintillating delights of having her cunny and bowels fingered.
She rolled slightly to one side so Bea could palm her hot tits and tweak the nipples as her mouth finally reached the velvety crowns of her butt and her tongue swept sweetly through the pinched crease between the crescents of smooth, feverish flesh.
"Oooohhhh, God, I'm gonna cum," she whined as Bea's teeth nipped at the rubberiness of her ass buns. Lighting exploded sweetly, hotly in her womb and she thought Bea's fingers had begun growing in length as they gouged frantically into her two roiling cavities. But it was caused by the spasming contraction of the walls of her cunt and rectum around the invading fingers.
"Ohhhhh, you fuck my asshole and pussy good with your fingers, Bea-honey," Valery cried, tears streaming from her eyes. She let Bea elevate her bottom and shift toward her feet. Then she almost fainted as Bea's mouth suctioned onto her asshole and she sucked voraciously.
She orgasmed almost obscenely as Bea ate her asshole out and continued gliding a finger in and out of her clutching cunt. Valery felt her anal ring relaxing and stretching and sighed mightily as Bea stiffened her tongue and extended it as far as she could into her bowels, continuing to suck on the burning, itching rear orifice.
Hazily, Valery wished that Bea's tongue was bigger-much bigger. Huge! She wished Bea had a tongue the size of the biggest pecker in the world and this pecker was burrowing up her asshole and was socking away in her guts. She wished this big prick was cornholing her fast and stretching her insides until they burned with the pressure and the best would be when he slammed it in deep and gushed her insides full of thick jizz-and maybe strained to fill her guts full of steaming pee.
Then Bea changed position, was on her back, her mouth latched onto her cunt slot and she was tongue-fucking her twat and her hands were gripping her hot, hard tits.
Valery orgasmed convulsively. She wished she could see her pussy being eaten, but all she could see was the top of Bea's head and tousled red hair as her girl friend gulped her sweet juices as she gorged herself on hair-pic.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Late that evening, on the edge of sleep, wrapped in Bea's arms, with the purring redhead's profuse pussy bush tickling the taut cheeks of her butt with delicious intimacy, Valery was confident some mental process would evolve to excuse or stifle any comment about her escapade with Bea.
She drew her knees up even higher into a round fetal position as Bea nuzzled her neck and her hands cupped lovingly over the tender opulence of her breasts. She let her breath filter in a noisy sigh between slightly parted lips as Bea hugged her thighs into the scissor of her thighs and calves.
"Where will Susan sleep?" she asked dreamily, wishing she could kiss the knuckles of Bea's hands as they kneaded and massaged the rich, firm plumpness of her tingling breasts. "I love the way she plays with my titties," she breathed with luxurious pleasure.
"Love your fabulous titties, Val," Bea murmured. "In the morning, I want to dab honey on the nipples, sprinkle them with sugar and suck them for you."
"Sounds fattening," Valery cooed.
"Your boobies or my body?" Bea retorted.
Valery tensed her body as Bea snuggled even closer to her hot nakedness. "You know, Bea," she ventured, sensing that what she was about to say was bringing a feverish blush to her body, "right now I wish you were blessed with a big penis and I would reach around-like this-and take ahold of it and squeeze it 'til it was fully hard." She wiggled her fingers between her curvy bottom to find Bea's crinkly forest and worked her fingers into Bea's furry crotch, into the deep, wet gash built for funneling a pecker into her pussy. "If you had a peter and I got it hot and hard and ready, I'd like for you to put it in me from behind-with us on our sides like this-and slide it in and out of my pussy slow and steady and easy until I went right off to sleep. You would keep on fucking me and give me such wonderful hot dreams and I would have an orgasm in my sleep. It would be the best wet dream I ever had because if you had a massive prick, you would shoot me full of jizz and that would really be a wet dream, wouldn't it?"
"What," Bea challenged, "if-while you were asleep-I slipped out my pecker and eased it into your butt hole and fucked you in the-ass?"
"You wouldn't cornhole me, would you, Bea?"
When her lover replied by lustful squeezes of her stimulated titties, Valery answered herself, "That would be okay. I ain't never had my asshole fucked full of cock-but that would be fine with me. I'd like for you to cornhole me-I'd even suck you off, if you had a cock. That horrible robber made me give him a blow-job."
"Hush and give me a kiss-I hear Susan coming," Bea said.
All Susan said when she entered the trailer was, "Oh, you two making it? All right." And she made down the bed in front and went to bed, sipping a drink and smoking a cigarette in the darkness.
* * *
Valery awoke early with daylight the density of fine steel. She dressed quickly and slipped outside into four inches of snow. She lit a cigarette and looked at their skis that hadn't been taken from the rack atop the station wagon. While she stood there, it began snowing again, almost as fine as talcum. The Old Castle was a dark, ominous ghostly outline across the way. The truck that had hauled the film equipment was still parked in the same place.
Her gaze swung slowly toward the mobile home and her eyes widened, then squinted with surprise. One of the vehicles was gone and she knew, somehow, that Ronda and Wanda and Jean had gone. For good, she sensed.
She knew they had crept away during the night just as surely as she knew that the three men were the ones who had kidnaped and raped them and made off with all that money from the airport.
Then doubt seemed to squirm in her mind. "If they are the same ones, surely they recognize us. How can they be so-so nonchalant in talking with three women they plundered with their messy cocks and not even let on? Is Hank the one whose cock I sucked and almost swallowed? If so, who plugged Bea's snatch? And Susan's?"
Curiosity and dread stirred in her mind as she angled through the snow toward the Old Castle. She strode up the steps and crossed to the doorway, stomping clinging snow from her boots.
She let herself inside and found a light switch in the gloom. "I just can't believe that a man who has fucked a woman and made her suck him off can look her in the eye and hide it from her."
For a moment, she peered up the gloomy stairway that curved to right and left, vanishing into the gloom. Then she veered to her right and entered the expansive main living room with a twenty-foot ceiling. Camera gear, on dollies, and lights had been neatly stowed in a dark corner. She ventured farther into the room and paused between two huge sofas. They partly faced each other, but had been fluted apart and Valery knew that was so a camera could roll between them and film whatever-well, whatever was taking place on the sofas. She stood over a long coffee table with a marble top, studying various objects. "I don't have to be worldly wise to know what will be filmed on the sofas," she murmured, picking up a huge object, a perfect replica of a man's sex organ.
"Jesus," she breathed, turning it in her hands, the gonads in their elastic sac rolling realistically. "Huge son of a gun. What woman could take a thing this big?" She glanced about hastily and held it upright from her crotch, gauging how much would be buried in her, if it were attached to a man. The glistening glans-knob reached past her belly button. "No way do I want this tool tamped into my little fun-and-games room."
Carefully, she put it back on the table, sidestepped through and knelt at the yawning maw of the Fireplace. She frowned with distaste when she recognized a pair of used condoms, the semen still fluid. And she wondered whether a couple of them had pumped the rubbers full of jizz while plying their pricks in Susan's dainty little pussy. Then she picked up three partly burned envelopes from one side, of the fire box. Most of them had been burned, but there was enough of one's contents to identify a one-way plane ticket to Dallas, Texas. Her pulse thundered and she pitched the charred pieces far into the black mouth of the fireplace and hurried away. "Doesn't prove anything," she wheezed, fear chills rippling up and down her back. She buttoned the top button of the light wool sweater that accented the rapid heave of her breasts, then hugged the Navy pea coat around her as she moved to the stored cameras and studied them.
She was glad she was where she was-instead of being in front of the fireplace-when Hank and Jim and Phil stomped across the porch and pushed inside. She would have given away a couple of pats on her rounded butt to have been back in the trailer, in Bea's embrace.
She didn't try to identify the voices. But her ears were tuned for words.
"Frankly, Hank, I think we should split the company and get the hell out of here. I damned near fainted when I saw that redhead. I would have sworn we had been followed. Coincidence, my ass, I told myself. I could never forget that face. It was only inches from mine as I poured all the prick I had into her twat and she kept begging for more."
"I told you to shut up," Valery heard Hank growl. "Didn't you see those foot prints in die snow and the stompings on the porch? We have a visitor.
And forget splitting anything now. Let's finish our films, sell the masters and then cut out."
Boldly, Valery strolled toward the voices.
"To Dallas?" one of the men taunted.
"You dumb bastard," Hank chided. "I wouldn't be caught dead anywhere in Texas. The cops are bound to make some correct deductions and that was part of the plan-enough to lead 'em as far away from here as possible."
Valery drew a deep breath, let the pea coat sag open to frame the abundant fruit of womanhood. "Hey, Hank? Is that you and Jim and Phil? I was thinking you would, be here already and I've been curious and wanted to see the inside of the Old Castle."
"Hi, Val," he said, stuffing leather gloves into his jacket pockets. "Go ahead and look around. I've intended to give all of you a tour of the place, but I've been too busy to now."
She shrugged and followed him toward the fireplace, avoiding the sofas and table laden with sex gadgets. She waited as he stoked the fireplace with kindling, then larger pieces of wood.
They just have to be the three men, she fretted, vaguely aware of Jim and Phil shoving cameras and lights into place. "Did you do something about the heat in this old place?"
"Modem heat plant. Put it in a year ago," Hank replied.
So smooth and imperturbable, she marveled. "I noticed one of the cars is gone. Did the others girls go somewhere?"
"Split last night," Hank said, rising and winking. "Hell, I don't care. I guess they were jealous about the attention we are giving Bea and Susan. Shit, Bea and Susan will look better on Kodachrome, anyhow."
"Susan, too?" Valery was barely able to disguise a gasp.
"Why not?" Hank grinned. "And maybe you, too."
Valery sensed her cheeks reddening-even the tip of her nose-as his intense eyes dropped slowly from hers to the saucy protrusion of her boobies. She casually closed the pea coat over them. She turned slowly and strode to watch Phil and Jim.
Not me-not in one of those sex-films, she thought. But fright provoked wincing chills up and down her spine. "I don't know about that," she h-edged, angling toward the exit. "Well, we'll see you fellows later. I feel like some breakfast."
Or a drink-or several drinks, she frowned, legging it through the increasing snow. I think we should all get the hell out of here. Fast.
"I think it's time to tell Susan and Bea what I think I know," she whispered to herself as she approached the trailer. But as soon as she opened the door, she knew this wasn't the time. Both had gotten happily looped in a short time. Susan was pouring straight whiskey into their glasses, wearing nothing but a bra. Bea was perched naked on the table, legs crossed Indian-fashion, scratching daintily at her tangled pussy nap.
She took a proffered drink, got down the letter she had started to Glen and retreated to the back of the trailer where she added what she had learned about the airline tickets and the conversation she had overhead. She concluded by saying that the only thing missing-as far as she was concerned-was finding the money-or "company" as one of the men had described it. Then she sealed the envelope and addressed it to Glen Dane at his Seattle office.
"Hope that Forest Service guy comes by today," she sighed.
As much as she yearned to, she sensed she just couldn't risk discussing her thoughts about the three men. Not that she couldn't trust Bea and Susan, it was just that she felt they wouldn't believe her or might panic.
She moved forward in the small trailer. "Earlier, I was inside the Old Castle," she said tentatively. "Hank said he would show us through it."
"I've seen most of it-all but the third floor," Susan said. "It's some place. But a lot of the rich, old furnishings have been heaped in unused rooms to make room for the cameras and lights."
"Why not the third floor?" Valery asked softly. ."Hank says it's kind of a mess and not very safe," Bea shrugged her naked shoulders, the gesture lifting her conical breasts and letting them slope downward again. "He said he hasn't had time or the money to renovate the third floor."
"The guys said Jean and Rhonda and Wanda took off-in a huff," Valery said, eyes searching Susan's and Bea's faces warily.
"Yeah," Susan answered gruffly. "I don't like it much-kind of scary. Hank says I'm gonna have a part in the film. And you, too."
Unaccountably, Valery's ire sprouted, deep in her breast. And she breathed deeply and her breasts heaved under the tight sweater as if she were exercising them and this would work off her feeling of discontent. "What difference does it make?" she asked bitchily. "You'll get paid for loving each other-sucking each others' boobies and cunnies."
"Whooooaaaa!" snapped Susan.
Valery wilted as embarrassment brought a throbbing blush to her cheeks. "Sorry." She smiled at them, inviting a return to good graces. When they winked and nodded, she strolled up to Bea and caressed her naked right thigh. "You look like the goodess of depravity, Bea."
"Ooooh, thank you, Sweetie. You say you were in the old house? Did you see the assortment of gadgets and gizmos they plan to use on mc and for mc to use on myself?"
Valery nodded, swallowed as she remembered the massive dildo with the realistic, hairy testicles. Unbidden, her gaze drifted to Bea's midriff, to her prominent Venus mound and the reddish tendrils of pussy-pile. The outer lips of her twat were relaxed and gaped to reveal the inner folds of pink flesh in a sort of lewd leer.
"That dildo," Bea shook her head in apparent bewilderment. "Do they really expect mc to get all of that thing up my snatch?"
Valery sidled to her right and turned slightly as Bea took the brown bottle and leaned back across the table. She heaved her feet in the air, toes dangling inward from limp ankles.
"Let me see. Gotta practice," Bea mumbled, fingers of one hand parting the leaves of her pussy, the other hand screwing the bottle into her body. She grunted, asshole bulging as she took it to where the bottle beveled into the full barrel. "This is the real test," she panted, hand on the bottom of the bottle. "Should have greased it first," she grunted, farting softly as she forced the solid object into her cunt. "I think I'll give birth to a six-pack of stubbies."
Valery backed away, feeling a little sick and disgusted as Susan stepped between Bea's spread legs and hunched her bottom coitally, her belly humping against the bottom of the bottle as if she would fuck it into the panting redhead's twat.
"I wonder if there arc any secret passages in that old house?" Susan murmured, palming Bea's sloping cones as if they were handles and she gained leverage to help force the Budweiser bottle up her channel.
"There is sure as hell nothing secret about my passage," Bea grunted. "Come on, Susan, fuck your belly against it, it seems stuck and won't go in.
"Aaaagggghhhh," she wailed roughly as the makeshift dildo vanished inside her pussy, pulling the thick, hairy outer lips inside her body. "Eeeciiii-God!" she panted, "In it went. I got a pussy full of beer bottle. Wish it was a big cock attached to a man's crotch with a bag of big balls to flop against my asshole."
Silently, Valery let herself out into a fine snow and plodded to the station wagon. She started the engine and turned on the radio, hoping to get a news program and see if there were any new developments in the airline robbery. But she must have missed it, getting a weather report with steady snow forecast. The stumbling radio announcer said that snow removal equipment was out against the storm's accumulation in the lesser traveled roads-the major highways still presented no problem.
"Numb-tongue," she pouted, turning off the radio and killing the engine. She started to get out, then closed the door gently as the Forest Service vehicle whined down the road and stopped in front of the Old Castle. Her heart bounced and a plan formed.
CHAPTER NINE
She waited until the ranger stomped into the old house, then warily left the station wagon. She scurried around the trailer and struck a course that took her through dense pines and coast fir to intercept the road about half a mile from the trailer.
She found shelter from the intensifying snow and lit a cigarette, hunkering under the heavy bows of a tree. When she heard the powerful whine of the vehicle, she stubbed out her cigarette in the snow and began strolling down the middle of the road, hands in pockets of the pea jacket, back toward the trailer.
When the vehicle pulled even with her as she moved to the side of the road, Valery waved and held up her hand to the tall, lean driver. He rolled down the passenger door window. "Say, I just stopped in and told Hank that we expect quite a bit of snow from this storm and may not keep the road open all the time. If you want to leave right away, you better hitch 'em up and move 'em out."
Valery smiled and shook her head. "One thing, though, you could mail a letter for me when you go into town." She wilted slightly as he peered at her intently.
"My boy friend in Seattle," she said, surprised her tone was light and airy. "Figured I better write to him, or he'll get jealous and come rushing down here to see if we're all okay."
She hoped it didn't show in her eyes, but she couldn't guess why she had added the last. But then a chilling thought hit her. Could it be that he was in collusion with Hank and Phil and Jim? And he already had the letter she had held up to him.
Valery felt her face reddening as his stare remained on her face, an implacable expression that seemed suspicious and wary.
"Yeah," he said gruffly, "a good-looking gal like you would have a boy friend-maybe several. I'll take your cupid missive along, but I may not get into town for two or three days-depends on what is going on when I get back to headquarters. All of us may be kept billeted at quarters until "we see what this storm is up to. But I'll get it mailed for you-sometime."
Then he was gone, the gear box operating the front wheel drive grinding noisily. And Valery, instead of feeling elated that her letter was on its way, was uneasy and instantly depressed.
What, she worried, plodding back toward the trailer, if he is involved with Hank and the others-?
Suddenly, a cold, mittened hand was clamped over her face and she was borne to the snowy ground. The deepest terror she had ever known froze her mind and voice. For a moment, with her assailant sitting on the small of her back and grinding her into the ground, she felt she was on the verge of a heart attack. Then another hand cupped across her mouth and nose and a pungent, medicinal odor gagged her. Her stomach retched and recoiled. And her last thought was Ether? Chloroform? Not a chance for her numbed brain to wonder whether the Forest Service ranger had slipped back to intercept her or whether it was someone from the Old Castle.
* * *
Valery came around slowly, rousing to a throbbing headache, dry mouth and throat, a nasty, medicinal taste-and a shocking awareness she was stripped naked. She groped numbly, struggling from her stomach onto one side. Her eyes focused slowly in the near-darkness, grateful for the seven and a half watt bulb that glowed bravely in a shadeless lamp on the bare floor near her head.
Dully, she perceived boarded-up windows and thought she must be on the first floor of the Old Castle. Slowly, she groveled to her feet and stood, legs trembling, in the middle of the old mattress that had been pitched into the room, onto the floor. She crossed the dark room and squinted through cracks in the boards over the windows. She could sec far, far out-and down.
Her breath caught. She was in a room high, high in the air and all she could see were trees and mountains dimly out-lined in the light snow and clouds that wreathed their peaks. "This has to be a corner room facing the southwest," she muttered, voice raspy, tone forlorn. She turned away from the window, shivering slightly in the cool draft that seemed to ebb and flow about her. She moved across the room and found a crockery basin and pitcher on the floor. Hefting the heavy pitcher, she gulped greedily at the cold water. Setting it back on the floor, she dipped the tips of her fingers into the water and swabbed at her aching eyes.
Stumbling to her left, her bare feet slid onto a grillwork and she shuddered deliciously as a draft of warm air seemed to flutter up her naked legs and stir the coarse tendrils of pubic hair. She hunkered over the grill so the warm air flowed across the cheeks of her butt and seemed to kiss into the slight cleft created by the parted lips of her pussy.
"Oooohhhh," she sighed as the air rippled up over her belly and caressed the under-crowns of her jutting tits. Reluctantly, she left the heat register and crawled about the confining room, breasts lolling like firm jello. "Gooohhh, where are my clothes?" she whined softly, thinking of returning to the water pitcher.
She encountered another register and thought she could sec light far, far below. And there was a ripple of voices. Valery laid the side of her head against the grille and tried to magnify her hearing.
Ghost-like, Hank Fanin's voice filtered upward to her. "I don't think she knows a damned thing. And what if she does? My vote is to finish our little fuck-movies and slip away in the night. While Bea and Susan were conked out, I took her car 'way back in the forest and I'm sure they'll buy the story their good friend pulled the pin and took off on them. The night we skip, I'll leave her door unlocked and she'll be able to find her way out. Okay?"
There was a muttering and mumbling, then Hank's voice reached her harshly. "Now knock off all this talk. Here come Bea and Susan. Let's keep 'cm busy and burn up some film. We'll fuck 'em silly and keep their minds on the cock we're shoving into their bellies. Susan's persistent questions about secret passages is beginning to make me nervous."
Maybe there arc secret passages, like Susan was wondering, Valery mused, heart pounding. As if at a great distance, she heard a flurry of conversation and presumed Susan and Bea had entered the old house. Tones grew angry and she surmised they had been told that she had run out on them. After a time, there was laughter and an earnest buzz of voices. "They must be getting around to concentrating on their dirty film," Valery scowled.
And she swallowed hard as Bea's sharp, protesting voice came to her, "Oh! Hey! These are good clothes! Don't tear them off me like this." Her. voice lowered and Valery guessed she had slipped into her "film" role.
"Oooohhhh! Darn it, Darling, I didn't betray you. What are you going to do to me? Pleeeaaassse? Fuck me, if you want to! But not-in the aaaassssholllle?"
Valery hated the way her insides churned and warmed as she listened to the carnal, lecherous pleadings. She listened to Susan's yelp and guessed she had been introduced into the scene and she visualized her and Bea making girl-girl love, sucking each others' pussies. Bea screamed shrilly and Valery moaned, "Susan must have just rammed that huge, fake cock to the phony balls into her cunny.
She crawled back to the pitcher for another drink and continued groping around the room, suddenly feeling she had found a treasure when her hands encountered an old, woolen blanket. And she shook it out and draped it across her shoulders, wrapping it around her nudity.
Slowly, a heavy drowsiness besieged her mind and she crept to the mattress, stretched out, fumbling to get the blanket over her. Drugged, her dazed mind worked. There was something in the water.
Lying somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, Valery was aware of the blanket being tugged from her and she groped for it ineffectually. And hands were on her bare skin, rolling her onto her back.
"Nooo," she protested, slapping like a drunken person at the hands mauling against her bare breasts. "Oooohhhh," she whined as the nipples were tweaked and pinched, darting sharp needles inward, a pain that seemed to be deflected into her body to exit at her belly button.
"Please," she whimpered, blinking her eyes, trying to recognize the figure that hulked between her and the dim lamp on the floor. Her legs seemed too heavy to kick out at her tormentor as her feet were toed upward, scissoring her knees and her thighs were split apart to expose her genital region.
"Let me alone," she pleaded, terror and consternation only a dull realization in her fogged brain. Her body lurched as though it had been subjected to a massive electrical shock as something large and firm was swabbed into the tender crease between her legs, then was rammed brutally into her dry, relaxed cunny.
"Aaaahhhh-aaaiiiccc," she gasped as she tried to sink her crotch away from the ruthless invasion and the object that was being twisted back and forth.
"Shut up, you nosy little cunt," a voice growled at her, "this is just a small peter-thing. Just wait 'til we get down to business and ram some real man-things up your snatch."
"The asshole-for me," a voice said off in the opaque darkness.
Valery's scream was unintelligible as the man dropped to his knees between her helplessly Veed thighs. Her knees bent in against his flanks and she realized he was naked. She slapped at him-and her wrists were seized and her arms were stretched straight out from her shoulders.
There just wasn't enough light to sec the features of the man who grabbed her flanks and sank his thumbs into the softness of her belly, caving it in and forcing the dimple of her navel to pooch.
"Aaaggghhh," she groaned, fright growing stronger in her grogginess. The hands slid under her, palmed her tense nates and lifted her bottom so that her crotch was curved upward. He held her easily and shuffled on his knees, laying the head of his cock firmly in her slightly smiling vulva.
"Don't hurt me," Valery pleaded. "I'm so dry," she said desperately, totally defenseless with the soles of her feet barely touching the mattress.
There was a rattle of harsh, male laughter that made her feel faint. "Up her chute," one of the men urged as he gripped fingers into her wrist, causing her fingerstips to tingle as the circulation was closed off.
"First, little jab-jabs, poke-pokes," the man in her saddle chortled-and she thought she recognized Hank Fanin's voice. There was a curling sensation in her anus as he began dobbing the massive head of his cock at the cringing entry to her pussy.
He hunched his hips strongly. The blunt head of his cock wedged part way into her channel, then slid out and plowed up through her furrow, slicking across the subdued skin sheathing her clitoris. A honey-sweet sensation thrilled through her Venus mound and into her tummy and Valery drew a shuddering panting breath.
"Clumsy bastard," one of the men chortled, "can't you hit the hole? There's lots and lots of hair around it and a ten year old kid could throw his arrow into that target."
They have to be Hank and Phil and Jim, Valery thought dismally, feeling like a boneless creature, unable to brace herself for his next attack on her fluttering pussy. He rocked his body up and down to position the knob of his cock and coaxed it into her. She coughed raggedly as saliva trickled into her throat and choked her.
She was fearful he was going to throw all his weight, the full length of his monstrous cock into her unprepared twat and she imagined a tearing of her flesh, a ripping of the delicate inner petals of her groove as they were bunched and hauled inside her snatch by the massive phallus.
Maybe that would have been better-sudden and over with, all his cock socked into her in one lunge. But he worked it into her slowly. Her tingling nerves recorded each bit of progress as he hunched and pressed, his cock sliding in, stretching her fuck-canal walls. She made a ludicrous comparison-his cock was so massive and her pussy was shrunken so small, it was like cramming a size eight foot into a size four shoe. She knew she was absorbing a lot of prick, inch after inch. And she would bet he had at least eight inches of plundering pussy-rod and her scared kitty was cowered to that of a girl of ten.
"Tight fuckin' tunnel," the guy she thought was Hank groaned, "but she's taking the locomotive right up to the last pair of box cars. Get your roundhouse ready, Baby, I'm about to pour on the coal and sock it to you, caboose and all."
"Hurry it up, willya? And let mc at her vestibule."
Valery gnawed gently at her lower lip, awareness being crammed into her mind just as an unyielding prick was being stomped into her quivering insides. She was determined she wouldn't let them reduce her to a screaming, sobbing woman. They would fuck her and degrade her, but she wouldn't let them break her spirit, no matter if they shoved a cock rough as a corn cob up her rectum.
The man-undoubtedly the tall, muscular Hank Fanin with greying hair at the temples-nudged his knees into the soft rolls of her smooth nates and arched her bottom and pelvis high in the air.
With glazed eyes, she stared down between the wide loll of her tittie-cones to where his cock penetrated her. He smoothed the wild, profuse pubic hair and she could see the stretch-swell of flesh where his prick was buried in her pussy. There was a dull tingling sensation in the hair-sprinkled outer lips as they were warped out of shape by the base of the thick sex-hole.
"Her insides arc starting to crawl," the man chuckled.
Valery frowned and twisted her face from side to side. It was true. Her insides were adjusting-and she couldn't prevent her healthy sphincters from starting to grip tentatively about the hard meat that had her cunt thoroughly corked.
"I think I could just keep my cock socked to the balls in her and her fuck-muscles would milk the jizz out of me," the tormentor between her legs groaned.
Slowly, after massaging the firm loaves of her butt, the man withdrew his hands and let her bottom slump back to the mattress. He collapsed atop her and his hairy chest ground against her breasts. "Real set of jugs. Did you guys ever have a gal press her tits together around your prick and you fucked off that way and just as you came, shoved the head of your cock into her mouth and let her suck and siphon off your jizz?"
He shoved his arms between his body and her legs and lifted them high, the calves resting on his shoulders, her ass again arched so he could shove his cock into her body at a gentle slope, a convenient angle that let him penetrate her with all the prick he possessed. And this guy has plenty, Valery mused. She wriggled her bottom slightly as his prick began to throb and vibrate against her pussy walls, the head flexing just beyond the tip of her cervix.
She gasped at the unexpected withdrawal of his sex pipeline. But he fucked it back into her with a grinding grate of flesh and a splat of his groin against her mound. The sudden jar and jolt of the head of his cock against the bulkhead of her twat caused lights to flash in her brain and twanging sensations reverberating throughout her loins.
"Ggggaaaa," she gurgled, the slick slide of his prick into her so snug and shivery, her whole being was pummeled by an excruciating pleasure. I almost climaxed, she fought for breath and equilibrium. Just as she attained it, he began rotating his hips as he pumped and pounded his prick into her singing snatch. She bit her tongue as he banged away at her steaming pussy, his balls slapping smartly against her anus.
In spite of her disgust and fright and determination, he was bringing her out and she was about to make a debut in lasciviousness there in the dark.
Her little, hard clit was already beginning its faint drumbeat of pleasure and her cunt was gripping and wrenching at his plundering prick. She wondered why she never heard the explosion, just the plop-squish plow of prick into pussy.
"Aaa agggghhh-hhhmmmmm-aiiieeee," she whimpered and groaned, trying to shake her ass as she catapulted into a tumultuous orgasm, her pussy muscles pulling the jizz out of his cock in jerks and squirts and gushes.
Her arms were freed and the man lay heavily stop her. '"Let me spend my jizz and let her rest a little-then you guys can have her. I gotta go hook onto that trailer and tow it to Salem for Bea and Susan. Fuck her silly and don't unlock that door, at least 'til I get back."
CHAPTER TEN
Valery never heard or saw him go. An apprehension seemed to blind and deafen her. So they had convinced Bea and Susan she had abandoned them. She could almost guess their plans. The travel trailer would be towed to Salem and turned into a rental agency there. It would be an inconvenience, but the two girls could get boxes and ship their things back to Seattle.
Without protest, she let the other two men in the dark room heft her to a sitting position. She smelled the whiskey as soon as it was uncorked. "No, nooo," she complained as the bottle was pressed against her lips. A hand on her throat, fingers pinching her nostrils-and she was forced to drink, choking and gasping for breath. And more of the fiery liquor was gurgled into her throat. Gratefully, she accepted a glass of water-then more whiskey and some more water.
Would Bea and Susan wonder about her, where she was, when they got back to Seattle and she didn't show up at their apartment?
Her stomach began a rebelling at the intake of liquor, then slowly subsided to a gentle rumbling of peace. Not having eaten for hours, she was quickly susceptible to the effects of the whiskey. "Don't over-booze her," one of the men said, "we want her alive and kicking. I like a gal who resists getting my cock screwed into her ass."
"You bastards," Valery snarled, trying to twist her torso away from the licentious hands groping her breasts, squeezing and milking on them. She succeeded in landing an awkward slap to the face of one man and was immediately slammed out flat, belly down, on the old mattress.
A knee was planted in the small of her back and she couldn't even kick effectively. Her face was muffled into the mattress as one of them squatted on her head and, as she gasped for breath, she heard the sounds of clothing being removed. Slowly, fright began to jangle in her mind that they might kill her after subjecting her to their carnal endeavors.
"Let's give it to her and go do what we were told," the man sitting on her head said. "We'll split it up, finish loading the big van and pull out."
Valery pretended she had passed out, but three or four sharp, cracking slaps on her bare buttocks brought squeals of protest and hot tears to her eyes. "Up on your knees, Babe," the man behind to one side growled.
He helped her, pushing one knee up and apart, then the other so that her bottom was rolled up in the air, unprotected, lewdly presented for the taking of his offerings.
"Noooo, don't do that," she pleaded as a hand played over the rounded cheeks of her butt, fingers traced back and forth through the deep crack she couldn't pinch shut because of her posture.
Valery's head seemed to expand like a balloon and her senses spun. She wanted to pull her thighs together for some protection of the little, sagging pouch formed by the outer lips of her pussy, but he was between her legs and his knees blocked her.
Another surge of tears brimmed her eyes and she knew there was no way she could resist or cope with the man and his lascivious hands. He chuckled lewdly as his fingers poked and pried in her anal crease. He palmed the halves of her butt and peeled outward as if he were tearing a loaf of bread in two. He stretched her flesh, tugging her anus, stretching it into a narrow slit. And it hurt slightly, sending little darts of irritation inward, along her rectal channel. An itching and burning set it as he twisted the cheeks of her ass this way, that way.
"Lean over and look at her pucker string coil and twitch," her tormentor told his companion.
A gloomy feeling of desperation and degradation fanned like fire and smoke through her brain. She remained still. It wasn't that she was cooperating. She was tolerating this debasement of her body because she couldn't very well fight them. A hatred set in that blocked a surrender and a wish for death.
They are going to take me and use me-just like that son of a bitch who rape-fucked me-but I'll get even, her brain seethed with a yearning and vow of vengeance which fed a desire to survive.
Well, she thought, her body stiffening, she was about to get it. The guy was shuffling up to her exposed bottom and she could feel the genital heat of him, like a breath against her ass.
Then he pressed his thumbs near the crinkle of her rear opening and Valery knew where she was going to get it. He pried and she squealed and squirmed. She knew he had peeled open her anus so the slick, red flesh showed because there was a cool sensation as the slight draft of air whispered across her upraised bottom.
"Hold her still and keep her from bucking," the man behind her said. The advice was unnecessary, Valery thought, because the man continued to pinion her head. But he clapped his hands against her ribs, fingers digging into the swell of her dangling boobies.
The only physical protest she could muster was the up and down undulation of her waist. But she wasn't going anywhere.
"Oooohhhh, noooo," she whimpered as she felt the hot coal on the tip of his torch lodged against the itch that marked the entry to her roiling bowels. She wished she could shit all over his cock and balls-but knew there just wasn't anything there.
For a minute or more, he threatened and teased her by just dobbing the knob of his prick against her twitching butt hole. Her expectancy of having him drill his augur into her ebbed and was accompanied by an uneasy relaxation of her rectal muscles. However, a tenseness remained in her loins and her pussy muscles writhed and coiled.
Then ... "Aaaggghhh!" He heaved his hips and the head of his massive cock popped all the way inside her ass and her anal gasket closed behind the coronal ridge. She panted and gasped. "Son-of-a-bitch!"
"Hottest little asshole in the country," the panting man yelled, tone animalistic and gloating. "What a cornhole beauty."
Valery tried to crawl forward, tried to rock her body away, but her efforts only served the purpose of the man attacking her from the rear. The man at her head completely blocked her and the movement of her body jounced back to take in more and more of the man's mammoth prick.
She swallowed painfully. Her sense of feel seemed to focus with super-sensitivity on the stretching, bloating of her insides. A vision of her upraised ass, the monstrous cock being forced into her asshole, the distortion of her entry flashed into her mind-a degrading picture of lewdness.
He must have started rolling and gyrating his hips, she thought, from the sensation of the invading prick beginning to wobble around in her bowels as he slowly, steadily plowed it along the hot, tight course. Her muscles gripped as if she were trying to expel his prick, but he merely chuckled gleefully.
"Her butt hole is trying to pinch off the old horse," he yelled. "I could come right now-with her asshole fucking me."
Go ahead and cum, Valery thought prayerfully, resentfully. But he bored it into her, inch after inch of his prick vanishing in her bowels. She felt j she was taking in so much cock it was creating a congestion in her chest, shutting off her breath. "Much more?" she panted suddenly. "You got much more to go?"
"Couple of inches, Babe," he replied quickly. "Why don't I just plunge it in and have it done?"
She gasped for breath-and considered his lewd suggestion. "All right," she gasped hesitantly, "go ahead. Give me the rest of it."
-His hands tightened on the fluting of her hips and he hunched. "Aaaggghhh!" she exhaled. He slammed it into her so hard and deep, she was momentarily stunned. His big balls swung like a pendulum up against her pussy-purse and smacked against her Venus mound.
"Son-of-a-gun," Valery gasped, fires seeming to lick and lash along her canal, around the huge cock imbedded in her butt. Her senses were keenly alive. She could feel the tickling of his coarse pubic hair against the crowns of her nates and in her flattened crack.
"You okay?" the man asked.
"I'm-all-right," she muttered. "Get it over with."
Still, he hesitated and an impatience raged through her. "Go on! Get with it! Fuck me-corn hole me-and shoot your jizz and get your filthy cock out of my ass!"
The man laughed and tickled his fingers around over her taut bottom, reached to finger her pussy and tickle her clit. "Why don't you shut up now, and let's fuck?"
"I'll shut her up," the man at her head said.
"Goddamn, no!" Valery shrieked as her face was lifted by a hand tangled in her tousled hair. "Blubblub," she managed as the man guided his hot, musky-smelling prick-head into her gasping mouth. Her tongue flicked around the slick head and was conscious of a salty taste that prompted a-flow of saliva. She swallowed her spit-and a couple of inches of fat, hard prick.
The top of her head was against the man's hard belly, but she was able to turn her head slightly, pushing the fat bulb of his prick into a cheek. She inhaled deeply, her mind fumbling for words of protest. "Don't choke me with it," she mumbled, her tongue massaging along one side of his fuck-barrel. "Don't shove it in my throat 'til I'm ready to take it," she gurgled, tone wheedling.
The amused chuckling, the smug, indulgent tones of their voices aroused her contempt and hatred. She contemplated taking a big bite out of the man's prick-but she wallowed it out of her cheek, curled her tongue around the head and sucked firmly, straightening her neck so there was a straight course into her throat. And he slid his prick into her face slowly, his body shuddering as she sucked on it, all along the blood-veined shaft.
A sobbing, cooing sound coursed from her nose as he cupped his hands under her and caressed and massaged her hot titties. Her back stiffened and her attention was refocused on her other end, where the man behind her was starting to fuck his cock in and out of her hot asshole.
As the man at her face fucked his cock full-length into her mouth, she sucked voraciously and his heavy balls swung up to slap under her chin, against her throat that was convulsing as the mammoth prick plowed steadily, back and forth, in her gullet.
Valery had the unreal sensation her butt hole was beginning to steam and smoke as the man cornholed her faster and faster, using every inch of his prick in his quest for her writhing guts. She thought she could feel the monstrous head twitching and expanding deep in her bowels. He's gonna shoot his jizz in me any second, she thought, but his rhythm was uninterrupted and he banged away steadily at her itching, burning rectum.
For a crazy instant, she wished she could stand off to one side and watch herself getting a fucking in the mouth and butt.
She visualized her naked body on a spit, but she wasn't turning slowly over a roasting fire. But the fire was there, an internal flame kindled by two blazing cock-torches pumping into her mouth and her asshole that seemed to be suctioning on the prodding hose.
Her tongue detected a swelling and spasm in the cock she was sucking and she knew the cock she was blowing was about ready to unload. Yes! There was a contracting and a great swelling as his sperm-pump was being thrown into gear by the rapid in-fucking of short strokes. Valery struggled for several deep breaths so she could suck and swallow the anticipated flood of hot, sticky cum.
Wham! He slammed his cock to the hairy root into her face and began a copious spewing of jizz into her convulsing gullet.
Squish-squish! Slosh-slosh!
She was really getting her butt hole fucked full of hard man-meat. The man behind her hammered the cock to her faster and faster in long strokes. Suddenly, the strokes were short and punchy, but the pace quickened as he rammed his prick in and around, wobbling it delectably deep in her bowels.
Her squawk of pleasure as he hosed her tumultuous guts with jizz was stifled by the pulsating prick buried in her mouth.
Slurp-slurp. Glug-glug. Her mouth and tongue and sucked-in cheeks vacuumed all along the delicious prick spewing sweet sex-honey. And her own climax started in a silent rumbling in her asshole and rippled in great pleasurable waves into her cunt, setting her tumescent clit a-tingle.
The man at her face made a couple of ineffectual prick-pumps into her mouth and a small stream of jizz escaped from her lips and trickled onto his balls. Quickly, she licked it up and sucked one of his husky nuts into her mouth.
It wasn't she. It couldn't have been.
But she was cooing and crooning and yum-yumming as she lovingly sucked his cock and her asshole reveled around the pole of meat wedged in her bowels.
"Wunnerful cum," she purred, mouth full of delicious prick. "Keep fuckin' my ass and give me some humps and pumps in the pussy," she pleaded, shaking her ass and bumping it back against his groin so none of his plundering prong escaped her famished maw.
"Let's have a drink and you guys change ends and give me some more screwing and cock to suck," she suggested earnestly. "Bet I can out-suck and out-fuck you both." Her laughter turned into a triumphant, carnal cackle.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The silence in the room was so unfriendly, Valery felt as though she were in a roomful of strangers. She knew she was alone and was equally sure she hadn't slept, at least not a deep, sound drugged sleep. Yet, she was never aware of the two men's leaving. They just had to be Phil Kerr and Jim Norris.
They had passed the bottle of whiskey to her-and they had had a couple of tilts of it themselves. She curled into an even tighter fetal position under the old blanket, grateful that plenty of heat was huffing up through the floor grilles.
She wondered whether they had everything loaded in the van yet. For some reason, she had the feeling the other one, the one who was going to pull the trailer for Bea and Susan, the one she figured had to be Hank Fanin, would come back and they would take off at the same time with the money.
Valery lurched up on stiffened arms. The money! It must be here in the Old Castle. And just how had the men come and gone? She was positive she would have heard the door opening and closing-at least when Fanin left. She was wide awake then. Drinking the whiskey just before she was cornholed and forced to suck that guy's heavy, musky, salty prick.
The thought reproduced the taste of cock and her asshole burned intensely as if it remembered just how it was when it was being perforated and punched by another man's pole. She started to spit in disgust-but she rolled the saliva around her teeth, into her cheeks and swallowed.
She lurched to her feet, grumpily tugging the blanket about her. She stepped off the blanket and her bare toes kicked into something that clattered across the floor. She scowled and yipped softly from the brief pain. Then she bent and groped along the floor and clasped her fingers around the barrel of a flashlight. One of them forgot it, she reckoned.
The beam stabbed the darkness harshly and Valery turned it on the dark, oak door. Soundlessly, she moved and tried the knob which seemed frozen. She was convinced the three men had come and gone some Other way.
Slowly, she swept the flashlight beam around the room. "Those are two outside walls," she murmured. "If there is a way, it would have to be this end of the room or this inside wall." She studied the inside wall and discounted it, figuring that there was nothing on the other side but a corridor.
"Then there has to be something about this end wall," she mused, running the light over it foot by foot.
There was nothing abnormal that she could see. A dark oak of mahogany wainscot paneling met from the ceiling by thick plaster and faded wallpaper. In order to use her other hand, she let the blanket fall from her shoulders and began running her hand over the smooth, rich texture of the wood. "In old movies, there's always a button somewhere," she murmured, not really expecting io find one.
She started at one corner and thumped and bumped her hand against the plaster half and the paneled part of the room, wondering whether she would really recognize a different sound, if she heard one.
Nothing. Not a damned thing. At least, no opening materialized. She slouched naked against the wall and played the light around the room, all the way around and back to where she half-stood, dejected and near tears. There was nothing on the walls to see. The light switch over there by the door and-she swung the light into the inside corner, about six feet from the floor. Another light switch? She crossed the room and punched the button of the switch near the door. The pale light went out. She pushed the other button and it came back on.
That other switch. What a crazy place for a switch and why way up there? Breathing shallowly, she padded over to it and reached high. And just a single button. She pressed it and her skin turned goose-bumpy. Just a section of the entire wall slid upward and there was a cubicle. Just a little three-by-three little room.
She explored it with the flashlight, then ventured inside. Before she could draw a deep, fluttering breath, the section of wall closed behind her, trapping her in a space not much larger than a casket.
"Aaaaiiiieeee," she shrieked, nearly dropping the light. She threw herself against the wall away from the weird entry and fought dizziness and a tendency to faint. Then relief and confidence surged through her. "Just like a modern, cheap hotel," she murmured as she recognized the small control panel.
The switch marked "light" turned on a ceiling light. And there were buttons for 3, 2, I, Bas., and Tun. She pressed the 3 button and the wall through which she had entered slid away and there was the shadeless lamp glowing bravely in her former prison. In a few seconds, the wall closed her in again.
She pressed the 2 and the floor slipped away, downward, silently. "Someone put an elevator in the closets," she marveled. Then she frowned, curled her arms over her naked breasts. "I shoulda brought my blankie. And what do I wear if I find my way out?"
The silent elevator stopped and she presumed she was on the second floor. Fright ran through her frigidly and she flipped the switch for manual door closure to prevent its opening. With her face against the wall of the room, she listened for voices and heard nothing. Maybe, she hoped, there is no one on this floor. Maybe they're outdoors or on the main floor. Or in the Bas.? Basement. And the Tun.? Shivers of excitement produced a new crop of goose bumps. Tunnel?
She pranced out of the dinky elevator more bravely than she really felt and flashed the light around the room. This room, too was on the far corner of the house and she wasn't worried about her light being seen. She tried the door and it wasn't locked. The elevator switch in this room was where one would expect it, next to the clearly defined opening to the elevator. She reached into the elevator and released it.
"I gotta find some clothes for this naked body or run the risk of being ravaged by a ghost," she muttered. Cautiously, she let herself into the corridor and paused listening, hearing nothing but ominous silence.
Methodically, she began trying every door along the dimly lit hallway. The one facing the broad staircase drew her inside. There were four chairs around a heavy oak table. On the table were three small suitcases-about the size of cases for portable typewriters. Three folding cots lined the back, exterior wall. On one, in a wad, were her clothes.
"Mercy, mercy, thank God," Valery crooned, tears of gratitude giving her double vision. She hustled into her clothes, silently cursing her fumbling fingers as she laced her boots. She slipped her arms into the pea jacket and ran the light around the room again to the table. On one corner was a whiskey bottle, a third full, and a pitcher of water. She gulped at the water, not fearful they would have doped their own. Then she flipped the catches of the cases, one after the other, and just licked her lips as she gawked at all that money. "Gotta be-just gotta be the airlines ransom dough," she murmured woodenly, as if hypnotized.
Where to go? What do do? Maybe she made a mistake, after finding her way out through the elevator, by not returning to her jail. She considered it for a moment. "Damn, no," she breathed, "I'm gonna run like hell." She paused at the elevator-then returned for the three suitcases and set them inside.
"Well, let's sec what 'Tun.' is."
As the elevator passed the main floor, she clearly heard banging and rustling sounds-and she presumed packing and loading the van were under way. It seemed the elevator traveled a long time before it whispered to a stop. The door opened and she tossed the three suitcases into blackness. She swung the beam of the flashlight around the head-high tunnel.
There were the three suitcases on the powder-dry, rough earthen floor. "This has to go somewhere," Valery breathed. She flicked off the elevator light, pushed the button and sent the car back to the third floor.
She picked up two of the suitcases and lugged them along the rough-hewn tunnel for more than two-hundred steps, looking as she went for a place to hide them. The tunnel bent sharply to the right. Valery hesitated at the corner and peered out into the crisp, black, cold of winter. Conifer trees grew thickly all around and there was snow everywhere, at least a foot deep. And that unmarred tract had to be a stream, she thought. She carried the two cases into the trees and wedged them back under a giant Fir tree. She turned and ran back inside. Within five minutes, she had the third cache of money hidden with the other two.
If anyone came out through the tunnel, she knew, her tracks would lead them straight to the money. She paused, frowning. She just couldn't help it. She would have to gamble that her disappearance from her third-floor prison would go undiscovered for a long time. And if it were, and the three men who called themselves Hank Fanin and Jim Norris and Phil Kerr recovered the money, at least she would be free.
She turned and loped clumsily through the snow and into the trees. She cut a wide circle around the Old Castle, angling toward the road. The night was so dark, she never could have navigated the forest without the flashlight. She wished she had her skis from atop her car. Then she wondered just where her station wagon had been hidden.
On a slight knoll, she paused for breath and to look back. What seemed like half a mile away was the looming dark hulk of the Old Castle. There were lights on in the main room on the first floor. In the clear, night air, she could hear the clang and clatter of equipment being loaded in the big van.
She turned and stumbled on. "They'll surely wait for Hank to return," she panted. And she kept a few yards off the road although it was more difficult footing, but she didn't want to be caught in the headlights of his car or have her footprints in the snow detected.
Suddenly, she was borne to the ground, the wind crushed from her lungs. I've been caught, she agonized, on the black edge of consciousness, dimly aware of someone sitting in the middle of her.
Slowly, she was aware of the cold snow on her face. But she wasn't lying face down in it. She was propped up and the snow was being palmed against her feverish brow. And a flashlight was glaring in her eyes. It was lowered and she was peering dumbly into the concerned faces of Bea and Susan.
Finally, she grumbled, not unhappily, "You could have killed me."
There was a bubbling of relief in Bea's voice, "Good way to get yourself killed-or, at least, hurt."
"I thought you two had pulled out. The camp trailer is gone and I thought you thought I had deserted you," Valery groaned as she stood, flexing arms and legs, rotating her body from the hips to check strains and sprains.
"We let them think that," Susan said adamantly. "But, we just didn't believe you would pull out on us. We let them convince us. But all the time we Figured they had you hidden somewhere-for their dirty duties. At first, we were going to go all the way into Salem and call Glen and the FBI and the cops."
"Why didn't you?" Valery grumbled, glad that they hadn't. "You know, they are the three men that pulled off that hijack-ransom scheme in Seattle. I found and hid the money."
There was a momentary, tense silence. "So, they are the guys who shanghaied us and banged us. I thought one of those prick-techniques was familiar," Bea growled.
"Well, tell us what happened," Susan prompted.
"Later, later," Valery said. "How did you get away from Hank?"
"Oh, we didn't," Bea grinned. "We let him tow the trailer about three miles down the road and we jumped him. We had to do it that way because we knew we couldn't do any good against three of them."
Valery whistled softly. "Where is he?"
"In the trailer," Susan laughed as she and Bea stepped back into their skis, picked up the poles. "It was nice of you to leave our skis from the wagon before you pulled out on us, Val."
She trudged along between them as they moved onto the flat roadway. "They hid my car somewhere," Valery said as they reached the spot where Bea and Susan had left the road.
"Here is where we spotted your flashlight," Susan said, "and thought, somehow, the other two-Phil and Jim-had found out something had happened to Hank."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Susan and Bea hadn't made it clear just how they had over-powered Hank, but there he was, tied up, hand and foot, on the floor of the travel trailer. It was a little after one o'clock in the morning when they uncoupled his car from the trailer and dumped him inside.
Bea got behind the wheel and pointed it back toward the Old Casrle. Driving in the foot of snow was slow and cumbersome and tedious. "There are still two of them," Valery said, "and just how are we going to handle them?"
"All we have to do is get Jim and Phil separated," Bea grinned wickedly, "and we can handle them one at a time." She cut the headlights before the old house was in view, parked with the car's front end aimed dead at the house. "There's a lot more of that rope in the back of the car. Get it Sue, and use Hank's knife to cut a half-dozen lengths about six feet long."
Hank mumbled in the gag of his handkerchief held in place by a piece of the rope and adhesive tape the girls had gotten from the first aid kit.
"Everyone out-except Hank," Bea said, taking the jack handle.
"What arc you going to do to them?" Valery queried.
"Don't worry about what's going to happen to them now. Save your sympathy for them for what we're gonna do to them afterwards," the lithe redhead laughed huskily. She motioned to Susan and Valery, "You two get off the road and hunker down in the dark. Okay? I'm gonna get their attention-and I'll bet both of them won't come looking."
She turned on the headlights, slammed the door hard and moved into the darkness off the road on the driver's side. "We just wait," she called softly. "They'll get to wondering what Hank stopped 'way out here for."
In a few minutes, they could sec the shapes of two men silhouetted against the lights in the main room. Valery giggled with excitement as they stomped about and one of them called, "Haaannnnk?"
After some five minutes, they went back inside and shortly after, one of them emerged wearing a heavy coat and carrying a flashlight. The other lingered at the entrance and called something that the girls couldn't understand. The one with the light turned in stride to reply and trudged through the snow toward the car.
He walked down the middle of the road, kicking the unbroken snow into clod-billows, right into the blinding glare of the headlights.
Phil Kerr was borne to the ground by an avalanche of three female bodies. Susan sat on his head and mashed his face into the snow, down to the gravel.
In their excitement, the three growled like predatory animals. Valery planted her bottom heavily on his back, between his shoulders and Bea straddled his thighs. She took one of the ropes she had looped around her waist and they wrestled his hands behind his back. In minutes he was helplessly tied and they dragged him around the car, out of the light and left him in the snow.
"Now, it'll be a few minutes before the other one-Jim-gets to wondering what the hell happened to Phil. And he'll come trudging up the road to find out," Susan whispered as they went back to their ambush positions. "Val, Bea and I have some nifty things planned for these rapist Lotharios."
By two-thirty, the girls had the three men in the main room of the Old Castle, dumped on the two long davenos. Valery built up the fire in the great fireplace. "What are we going to do with them, you two pirates?" she asked.
"Wait," Bea gloated, finding part of a case of whiskey in the loaded van and opening it. "Just wait-and enjoy ourselves. I figure the Forest Service or somebody will run a snow plow or something through here in a day or two."
"What if they don't?" Valery fretted.
"Well," she found some plastic glasses the men had decided to leave behind and poured three drinks, "one of us will get on skis and go bring somebody. But," she peered at Valery with mockingly innocent eyes, "Sue and I are in no hurry. Right, Susan?"
Susan, returning from another room with a pitcher of water, nodded. "We got plans for them." Bea laughed exultantly and Susan swaggered outside, returning in a couple of minutes with three tightly packed snowballs. "Ice cube, anyone?"
Valery sauntered over to Hank. "Where did you hide our car, Hank?" She shook her head slowly, a gesture of chiding a recalcitrant child. "Better be nice and cooperate," she encouraged. She untied his feet and began unlacing his boots. "I've heard of prisoners of war being tortured for information by having hot coals or hot pokers applied to their feet. Would you like that?"
Roughly, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. "I got a dandier idea," she grunted, struggling to tug his pants off. She grinned into his astonished, wide, frightened eyes. She unsnapped his shorts and hauled them off. "How about cooking your sausage and eggs?"
"Hey! You wouldn't spoil the goodies, would you, Val?" Susan interjected.
Valery flicked his shriveled peter with her Fingers. "I don't think this looks so good-little tiny, shrunken dingus." She patted his limp balls sharply and Hank groaned and writhed.
Then Bea swaggered over, set her drink on the large cocktail table. "I like Val's technique," and she began stripping Phil Kerr. She lifted his limber dong, squeezed and tugged on it. "You the Devil who ran his fork in me in that Seattle motel? Or are you the Skeleton who shoved his bone in Susan? Or maybe you're the Warlock who made Val eat his witching rod?"
Bea turned to help Susan finish denuding Jim Norris. "Where's our car?" she demanded, grabbing his balls and twisting them to-and-fro.
"Back in the woods about two-hundred yards west of the house," Jim grimaced with pain, eyes pleading.
"You know, Val," Susan said, "I bet your skis are still on your car. You could get them and we could leave these guys tied up and naked to freeze in the snow and we could take off with the you-know-what. And you could report your car stolen and all that."
Valery smirked at the alarmed expression on Hank's face. "Sure. Not a bad idea. I could clue in Glen and I'm sure he can slick things over with the cops and FBI. And the money was just never found." She bent over Hank, lifted his peter with thumb and index finger pinching just behind the corona. "Speaking of slick things, I bet with a little encouragement, Hank's head would be as slick as a peeled plum." She jacked him off cruelly and he groaned.
"Instead of freezing them, maybe we could get them hot and fuck them to death," Bea chortled.
"One of them," Valery said thoughtfully, "did it to me in the butt up in that room. I don't know which one, but I'd like to see them know how it feels. I wonder if we can force them to cornhole each other."
"No!" Bea yelped. "Waste this nice male-stuff? You know it's not nice to fool mother nature, and that surely would be fooling my mother nature, wasting cock by having these guys plugging each others' asses."
"Just a thought," Valery subsided.
"If you want 'em to suffer with dilated bung holes, I found a foot locker full of their gadgets while I was looking for booze. We can run those big dildoes up their assholes."
"Where is it?" Susan growled, pinching Phil Kerr's cock so hard he yelled. "Let's get it, Valery." When they returned with the heavy chest, Bea was cutting the remainder of the clothes of the three men with Hank's knife.
"You bastards can take comfort in one thing-we don't intend to kill you," Bea yelled at them. She dented Hank's scrotum with the point of the blade, "but we may turn you into candidates as guards for a harem, though. Would you like to have your balls cut out?"
"It's snowing again," Susan said as she and Valery dropped the foot locker at the end of a couch and opened it. She rummaged inside, tossing sex paraphernalia on the floor. "This is the one I was looking for," she hefted a giant, fake prick, "this is the one Bea shoved in my snatch for their stupid film."
"We gotta find that thing and burn it or something," Bea said.
Valery turned from mixing fresh drinks, "Oh, I think we should just confiscate it and we can sit around the fire back in Seattle and show all our neighbors our home movie."
"Bullshit," Bea snapped. "There's a big jar of Vaseline in there someplace. Let's do the guys that much of a favor and grease it good so it'll slide up their shit-chutes."
Valery returned from outdoors with a large scoop of snow in her hands. "Make your own ice cubes," she invited. She stood over Hank, staring at his genitals. "Take some," she said softly, "and put some in my drink." With what was left, she dropped to her knees beside Hank and packed it around his cock and balls. "Don't want your meat to spoil, Honey," she sneered at him.
His plaintive mutterings were unintelligible behind the gag, but his eyes expressed his misery and pleading. "That'll preserve your hot nuts 'til we're ready to thaw them out and cook 'em in our little bake places."
Valery turned to Bea and Susan. "What are other rooms like on this floor? I think it would be a good idea to separate these characters." She thought of the room upstairs with the cots, where she had found the money. That would do for one of them.
"Furnished like bedrooms. Some of them are piled up with stored stuff," Susan said. "We can find places for Phil and Jim. Come on. On your feet," she commanded Phil.
After Bea and Susan had herded Jim and Phil away, Valery turned to Hank. "Now, just you and me here," she said' dryly. She yanked him off on the floor, onto his unprotected face. She untied his feet, looped the rope around his neck snugly in a slipknot. She tied the loose end to a leg of a daveno. "I would suggest you not get to flopping around all over the place, or you may just hang yourself."
He sobbed and gulped noisily after she ripped off the adhesive tape, untied the small rope and removed the gag. "You can yell and scream all you like," she said curtly. "I think I'd like it,' the more you yelled and screamed."
She picked up the huge, fake peter and opened the jar of Vaseline. She hunkered near his face and let him watch, wide-eyed, as she coated it with lubricant, right down to the realistic gonads.
Valery moved to his feet and kicked them roughly. Then she swiped the side of a boot across his taut buttocks. "Get your feet up, you bastard. You can do it. Get your ass up in the air." She kicked him again, not too roughly, nuzzled a toe at the pinched crease of his buttocks.
He grunted and groaned and floundered, but he succeeded in drawing up his legs, lifted his hips and his rear end was presented to her.
She laughed exultantly as she surveyed his lewd posture, cock and balls dangling down between his spread legs. "Relax, and let me see the crack of your ass," she chuckled. "That's it. My, the hair surely grows wild around your asshole. I'll just have to comb it out of the way, won't I?"
He started a low cursing and she kicked him heavily with the side of her foot. "Just shut up. The only sound I want to hear out of you is screaming and wailing. Understand?"
Valery knelt between his calves and laid a hand on the crown of his butt. "Now, I suggest you just relax all your insides, Hank," she said conversationally, "and you'll be able to take it much easier. And you are going to take it. You know that, don't you?"
She held the instrument Firmly by the balls and dobbed the gadget into his anal crevice, swabbing the barrel around so that the entire area was well-greased. He was silent. She didn't expect him to conduct a bright, sparkling stimulating conversation.
The sight and situation seemed unreal to Valery as she knelt at Hank's rounded behind, his hair-sprinkled balls and his limp penis, the foreskin rolled back partly to reveal the tip of the glans dangling.
"I can guarantee it'll hurt a little," she said sympathetically as she took a firmer grip on the dildo and planted the simulated glans against the pucker of his asshole. "Now you relax and take it and help me-and help yourself," she urged. "You understand?" she darted a glance at his unblinking eyes as he lay on one side of his face. There was just the slightest of nods. "Good," she breathed, laying her hand up the upper expanse of his crack and pressured her fingers away from his hole, to spread and open it as much as she could. She held her breath as she saw him apply muscle pressure and push out so she could see a slick pinkness of inner flesh. She pushed the head of the tool against it. A ripple of dismay shook his body.
Valery wormed the head of the gadget back and forth, auguring the tip into his entry. He gasped as it was pried inward, expanding the ring of muscle. His back bowed upward, there was a quivering in his butt cheeks as she pressed forward and the head slowly penetrated him, disappearing into his rectum.
"Just about eight or nine inches is all you gotta take," she reassured him cruelly, twisting the barrel as she reamed it into him. "Ever been cornholed, Hank-lover?" she taunted him as she crammed inch after inch of the fake prick into his butt hole. She took her hand from his cheeks and grasped his balls and meaty sex-rope. "I feel nervous quivering in your peter, Hank. You gonna get a nice hard-on from having this little old dildo fucked into your asshole?"
By the time she had the big prick-instrument buried in the hole of his bare ass, Valery was trembling, and hot flashes of passion were tormenting her body, flushing her face and provoking a sensual gnawing in her cunny.
"Please don't, Valery," Hank whined softly, the first he had spoken since his soft outburst of cursing her when she started. She took her hand away and stared at the hand-driven fuck machine. The gonads looked so real, hanging from his distorted asshole. She used both hands on his genitals, one holding his heavy balls, the other milking him, jacking him off.
"You can 'please' me, Hank," she said, breath coming in short pants as his peter began to starch up as she gently flogged his dummy, rolling the skin way up to expose the fattening glans. "You got a nice cock and it's getting long and thick-even with that thing stuck in your ass."
There was a constricting lump in her chest and Valery found it difficult to breathe. Her breasts seemed blanketed by a stifling fever. She sat back on her heels and slowly began undressing. Naked to the waist, she sat on the floor, eyes glued to the fake-cock socked in Hank's ass and his half-hard prick. She removed her boots, socks and ski pants, stood up to skin out of her panties.
"I could flop you over and top-ride fuck you," she muttered, straddling his bare back and planting her hot snatch on his white flesh. She slid back and forth, leaning forward slightly so pressure was applied on her mound, her thick lips and her distended clit. "Giddy-up, horsey. I can have me a cum like this." She swiveled on him so her back was to his head and resumed fucking her crotch along his back. She took the dildo in hand and began plunging it in and out of his asshole in eight-inch strokes.
"Can you ejaculate-pop your nuts-while I diddle this dildo in your bowels, Hank. Shoot your jizz on the floor. Wish you could watch me fuck your butt with this thing."
A loud, muffled scream tattered the silence, coming from one of the men in another room. "Bea or Susan-or both-must be giving something to Phil or Jim," Valery panted, shuddering into a fluttery cum on Hank's back. "I think I'll have you cat my hair-pie and suck my pussy, Hank. I can sit on the edge of the daveno and you can get your face in my snatch-gash."
Just then Bea wandered in, a wild grin on her face, naked, red hair billowing over her shoulders, trickles of thick, pearly jizz on the inner planes of her creamy thighs. "Need some help, Val? Hope so. Sue and I been gang-banging those two and they're sapped 'til they recharge their batteries. Sue is pouring a fifth of whiskey into 'em now."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"I think," Bea said with mock solemnity, "you are trying to ride that stallion all wrong." She sauntered closer and Valery stared at her cuntal region, at the outward curl of her pussy lips, stiff as gristle, like pinkish flanges. Her furrow gaped from the long, diligent application around thick, hard cocks.
"A two-donged man would be fantastic," Bea continued, "but this one's secondary dick seems to have taken root and grown inward. Too bad. Nice set of nuts." She bent and placed a hand on Hank's butt and gave the artificial dong several in-and-out thrusts.
She felt under him, nodded to Valery. "This set is in fine shape. Big, stony rocks to crack and a hard, heavy mall. Let's flop the stud on his back and break him to saddle. You bridle his face and do your 'bit' in his mouth."
Hank emitted an unsteady sobbing and groaning as they turned him onto his back, leaving the dildo implanted in his bowels. Immediately, Bea straddled him at the hips and squatted. Valery centered her crotch over his face and lowered her bottom. She used the fingers of both hands to open her pussy-purse and squared it away over his mouth and nose. "Suck it and eat it and tongue it," she ordered tersely.
Valery bent forward and lifted Hank's rock-hard sex-stump and Bea sank her fanny down on it, taking him in all the way, her mound crushed against his hair-matted groin.
"Ooooh, son of a bitch, that's good," she crooned, beginning to joggle and jiggle and rotate her cunt on his cock. "By the time we get Hank all fucked to a frazzle-Susan will be in for her turn in a few minutes-the others will be primed for another round of cunt'n cock games."
Valery shivered with ecstasy as Hank exhaled his breath up into her vagina, heating and inflating it like a balloon. She ground her sex-groove on his face and he began licking his tongue through the hot, sticky slash.
Bea began tossing her twat up and down on his prick and reached to palm Valery's hot cones. "Play with my titties, too, while he sucks your cunt and I fuck the juice out of his prick."
"When we...." Valery closed her eyes, gripped hard on Bea's plump, firm breasts and let herself be wafted high on a rolling crest of orgasm as Hank slithered his tongue into her convulsing pussy.
"When we what?" Bea panted, making her ass fly as she top-rode Hank's long mast in lengthy strokes.
Ecstatic tremors crashed through Valery's loins as she leaned forward to press her swollen clitoris against Hank's nose. "Ooooh, Christ," she sobbed with intense enthrallment. "What? What? Oooooh! I was just going to say that when we get away from here, I'll be very happy to return to being a sweet secretary in a calm office. No more excitement like this for me."
"Will you marry Glen?" Bea gasped, crushing her snatch down on Hank's hard prick. "I swear his cock is spearing my pussy all the way to my belly button. Can you see the shape of it in my belly, Val?"
"I doubt Glen would want to marry me, if he could see us-me-now," Valery panted, putting a hand on Bea's heaving tummy and pressing. "Fuck up and down on his prick. Go ahead. Ooooh, yes, Bea, I can feel his prick sliding in and out of your pussy-'way inside your belly. When you come, when you make him come, why don't you hold his jizz in your pussy and we'll trade places and he can drink his own cum right out of your pussy?"
Hank began to writhe and groan under her, the sound acting like echoes deep in her coiling cunt and for the First time she realized he might be in real misery with his hands still tied behind him and he was lying on them and his arms.
"Bea," she began hesitantly, then subsided, fascinated by the contorted face of the beautiful redhead. She was so deep in her orgasm she was almost ugly. Guttural mumblings rumbled from her mouth and her lips twisted and curled. For a minute, her eyes were pinched shut, then she opened them wide, staring without seeing. The pupils dilated and the eyeballs rolled upward. She bounced and bounded on Hank's prick and she ground and grated her widely exposed crotch on his groin.
"Oooohhh, Jesus Christ," Bea whimpered. "He's cumming-shooting me full of jizz. Oooohhhh! Aaarrrggghhh! Cum, you bastard! Squirt your jizz in mc and make your prick swell and gush. Sooonnnn of a bitch-goooood, Valery," she screamed, "He's really unloading his cum in my throbbing pussy."
Weakly, jerkily, Valery took her oozy cunt from Hank's face and stood as Susan wandered in. "Want a drink, Val? I do. Those two other clowns are snugly tied and got a gut full of whiskey. I don't think we have to worry about their going anywhere, but we oughta check on them. Damn, I gotta get some sleep. You know, I took a peek at the east and I think morning is just over yon mountain."
Valery assembled her clothes and tossed them neatly over the back of a daveno. "We take turns guarding these guys?"
Susan considered. "I don't think that's necessary, but we can." She watched Bea milk as much fuck-juice as she could from Hank's cock. "I don't know about Bea, though. She might fuck 'em to death. Bea? You want to stand guard first-say four hours?"
"Aaaahhhh, good fuckin' prick. I don't-care-if-you-want ... Come on, Hank, son of a bitch, up-fuck your prick into my hungry pussy."
Valery took the drink of whiskey and water and Susan asked, "Any of them say anything about how you got loose?"
"I guess we had them too busy-stunned from our ambushes and being screwed silly," Valery grinned. "They probably haven't thought anything, not even about whether I found the elevator and the tunnel and their money."
They edged toward the stairway as Bea finally hauled her dripping cunt off Hank's wilting dong and hefted him onto the daveno. "Your poor arms," she crooned, easing him onto his side and rubbing them to restore circulation. "I'm holding my cunt tight with your load of jizz inside, you can suck it out of my pussy when you're feeling better. How's that grab you, Hank? I'll give you a whiskey chaser after you drink your own cream."
"Keep a watch on all of them," Valery cautioned. "I'm showing Susan up to that room I found on the second floor. There are some cots in there. You wake me for the next watch."
* * *
The following evening, Valery showed Bea and Susan the elevator and they explored the room in which she was kept prisoner and the remainder of the third floor. It was Susan, standing at a boarded window and staring out into the nine o'clock darkness, who spotted the faraway flash of light, lights that seemed to be approaching.
"Maybe the Forest Service is plowing out the road," Bea suggested hopefully.
"At this time of night?" Valery said coldly. "It could be Hank, Phil and Jim have accomplices and they're coming here to find out what has delayed their buddies."
For several minutes, they watched the approaching lights. Then the lights were gone and the girls speculated that whoever was approaching had stopped, out of sight of the Old Castle.
They went down to the second floor so they could watch from an unboarded window of a room on the northeast corner of the house. The silent countryside was bathed in an eerie winter light of a moon that was thinly veiled by clouds.
"I wish I had let Glen teach me how to fire his pistol," Valery whispered tersely.
"What good would that do? You don't have a gun," Bea said sarcastically. "Look! Don't I see two guys out there?"
"They're going to circle the house," Susan breathed rapidly.
"Heading for the old tunnel," Valery blurted, voice rising as fright took root in her brain. "Come on. We'll take the elevator to the tunnel and surprise them or run."
"Run where?" Bea grated. "Everyone find clubs and we'll bash their brains out. Stop the elevator on the first floor, I want to get the rest of that rope."
Valery and Susan made a quick check of Phil's and Jim's bonds and Valery stuffed the roll of adhesive tape into the pocket of her Navy pea jacket. In the tunnel, inching along by the fragile light of the flashlight, Susan said, "I saw one of them go right, the other left."
"I hope so," Valery whispered as they lurked in the darkness of the tunnel's mouth. "I prefer the odds of three to one. How will we do this?"
"Shut up," Bea hissed, "I hear one of them coming." She eased ahead of Susan and Valery, clenching the heavy leg from an old table.
No one had to say "there he is" because the man was not more than ten feet from the tunnel entrance, groping through the dim light, walking unsteadily in the foot-deep snow. When he paused about five feet from Susan and turned to look about, she crept forward and conked him on the head. He slumped with a grunt and the girls pounced on him, dragged him into the tunnel.
They risked use of the flashlight and tied his hands and feet. He groaned and Valery fished out the tape and sealed his mouth. "Good," Bea sighed, "he won't be yelling and warning his bastard buddy. I'll keep watch and you two drag him back to the elevator-or at least around the corner of the tunnel."
When Susan and Bea returned from depositing the man at the elevator, Bea had bopped the second man and had his hand tied. 'I hit him better than the other one, but shut his mouth good, Val."
They took the two men who were regaining consciousness to the room on the second floor where Valery had found the money and where she and Susan and Bea had taken turns sleeping.
"What do we do now?" Susan grumbled, making a wide-eyed face at the two men who stared with wild, round eyes and mumbled behind the tape.
"Shut up," Bea snapped at them, "or we'll stuff pussies in your mouths."
"Do you suppose there are any more of them?" Susan fretted.
Valery shrugged, "I'll go watch." As she turned, Bea and Susan began loosening the two men's clothes. "What are you two doing?"
"We're gonna strip 'em and hide their clothes-just like the other three," Susan said. "And we may as well treat our guests nice. Besides, Hank and Phil and Jim are all wrung out and will be for hours."
Valery grinned at them and lingered long enough to watch the disrobing of the first man. Susan removed his clothes while Bea hovered over him with her club.
Standing at the big window in the main room, in darkness near the entry from the foyer, she wondered what the two men had thought about seeing the van and Hank's car. She wished, now, they had left her car back there in the trees and had skied out to the main road-or until they found help. They could have taken the money, or left it where it was and told the authorities how to find out. Or, she could have come back and showed them where she had hidden it in the snow under a tree.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When they retied the two men, their arms were stretched above their heads and secured to an under-pinning of the cots. They lashed their ankles to the lower legs so their legs were slightly spread-eagled.
Then Bea and Susan stepped back, grinning with satisfaction. "If there's any booze left in that bottle, let's have a drink and decide whether to split their scrotums and run their dinks through them," Bea smirked. Susan made the drinks and opened a window for two packed wads of snow from the roof.
They laughed when the two men writhed and groaned on the cots. "I never saw so many naked men in all my life," Susan chuckled. "If they keep coming around here, we'll have the whole damned house packed with studs."
"I never heard of a male harem," Bea murmured, sipping her drink. "Boy, when this is all over, you'll have a story to write that will really sell."
"Uuummm," Susan frowned. "I haven't had time to think about it. Should I include every detail? Bet Val would kill me if I wrote about her sexcapade and escape."
"Which one do you want, Sue?" Bea asked casually, standing Over the two nude men and looking from one limp pecker to the other.
"Take your pick, Bea, you conked 'em," Susan said, just as matter-of-factly. "I don't think it matters. They're both hung about the same."
"You don't sound very enthusiastic," Bea murmured, a finger doodling with one's genitals.
"I'm not," Susan sniffed, "neither one impresses me much-not favorably, any way. I think both were standing behind doors when cocks were passed out and they thought someone asked them if they wanted rocks-and neither did."
"Oh, come on, Susan," Bea pouted chidingly, "they have pretty nice rocks." She hefted one man's balls in a hand and rolled them back and forth. "And you can't tell what kind of bats they wield 'til they step up to the plate."
"I bet both of them hit little pop flies, or ground out," Susan said aloofly, stepping closer to watch Bea palm the guy's soft peter and try to jack him off. "No lead in his fungo," she nodded.
Bea perched on the edge of the cot and rolled his peter between her flattened hands as if it were a stick and she were trying to start a fire, Boy Scout fashion. She intensified her efforts when there was a twitching in his meat. "Ah ha, it has a nerve in there someplace." She glanced quickly at his face-and dropped his peter back atop his sagging balls, between his legs. "Oh, stop rolling your goddamned eyes at me," she snapped. "Susan, where's that tape? I can't stand this guy's big blues staring at me."
And they taped covers over the eyes of both. Then Bea returned to minister to the man's genitals, squeezing his balls hard and jerking off his peter until his body lurched on the cot. "Get hard-come on, Stud-let me see some life in your twang."
She paused a moment to watch Susan squat at the side of the other man's cot and begin tickling and teasing his cock and balls. Each time she scratched a fingernail from the glans to the base, his hose moved in a slight rippling of nerve and muscle.
"Your stallion is going to be ready to ride before mine is," Bea speculated. When Susan stood, Bea scowled, "What did you stop for? You had him coming out."
But when Susan began undressing, Bea nodded, "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah." And she began removing her clothes. By the time she was down to skinning out of her panties, Susan was back with her guy and Bea parked her bare butt on the cot against the man's thigh and watched..
The man's ass hunched as Susan rolled the foreskin down over the conical knob and held it with thumb and index finger. There was a muffled squall in his throat behind the gag as she began twirling his dong in a rotary motion. His balls quickly rolled high in their sac and there was a perceptible twitching and thickening.
"Go, Babe," Bea marveled as peter stretched and fattened. "You're getting him ready, all right.
Gonna fuck him? Or suck him?"
"Tend to your own darning needle, Honey," Susan chirped as she shifted her hand to the barrel of his peter and began flogging it as it quickly assumed standard rigid proportions.
"By God, he's gonna be fuckable first," Bea sighed noisily, "unless I find a way to get some starch in this guy's knee." She slid her butt around on the edge of the cot and bent over his exposed crotch. She smoothed down the coarse hair that carpeted his groin and grew profusely around the root of his meaty stump. "Well, guy, you just gotta cooperate. My friend is going to be popping her jollies before I ever get your gun loaded. Hold on to your asshole."
She stole a glance at the giggling Susan and frowned with mock disdain as Susan held her guy's full-blown hard-on in both hands. "Shit, ride it, silly. Don't wait for mc and this slow plow horse."
Bea waited only until Susan climbed onto the cot astraddle the man and-back to his head and facing Bea-slowly lowered her rear end to suckle his cock into her gaping cunt.
"Okay, go ahead and fuck him," Bea sulked. "I'll get this guy ready to break to saddle sometime." And she bent over him, blew her breath caressingly across the fully exposed knob. "Um, this guy uses bubble bath or a woman's scented soap. Yummy!"
And she held his peter firmly, opened her mouth and tongued the head into a check. The guy's ass bucked and Bea gnawed on the knob. "Shu' up," she growled just before she pushed her face closer to him so she could swallow his limber pecker. A hand diddled with his balls and she forced the tip of a finger into his clenched asshole. There was a fluttering in his prick as she gouged her finger all the way in to her fist. He began to harden in her mouth and the knob began exploring into her gullet. She began making a gurgling, gargling sound to set her swallow muscles in action and the guy hunched his ass and drove a couple of inches of his fully responsive prick into her face. That's it, she gloated, reveling in the sensation of a man's prick growing hard and fat and long in her mouth and throat. Scared as they are, she mused, she could probably give him a blow-job for hours before his sperm pump would get busy and churn his cream into her mouth.
Slowly, finger lodged in his bowels and his balls lolling in the hand scooped into his crack, she began fucking her mouth up and down on his quivering shaft. On an upstroke to savor the head of his prick, she could hear Susan riding up and down on the other man's piston. She didn't have to look. The room seemed filled with Susan's squeaking plaintive voice and the squish, squish, squish of a big cock sliding in and out of her tight little pussy.
Bea sucked hard on the slit in the tip of the man's cock and his middle bucked and lurched. Muscles tremored down through his legs and worked in a frenzy around the finger imbedded in his rectum. She was in no hurry. She relished the salty, hot flavor of a man's cock and the feel of the blood-veined sex-morsel in her mouth, sliding over the arch of her tongue and into her throat. She mouth-fucked him slowly, licking her tongue with tantalizing slowness over the quivering glans on each up stroke, savoring the slight oozing of sticky honey from the tiny slot.
"I'm cumming!" Susan screeched suddenly, flying her body up and down on the man's mast like a crazy flag. The cot creaked and complained as she bounced her ass furiously, slapping the cheeks of her butt against the guy's groin bone and belly. "He's getting about ready to blast his candle in me," she howled, letting her ass fly faster and faster.
"Wanna switch over and fuck this guy and let me suck the jizz out of his cock?" Bea-mumbled. But Susan shook her head negatively, eyes closed as she braced her stiff arms with her hands on his knees and up and down fucked her body, setting her bare boobies to bobbing and dancing.
"Nooooo way," she whimpered. "I'm getting it now. He's jizzing my hot pussy and no way am I gonna take my pussy off this shooting Roman candle. Goddamn, you oughta see the dazzling cum lights in my brain. Keep pumping your jizz in me and I'll keep fucking you," Susan exhorted the man who was trembling and bucking under her bouncing butt.
Bea gasped and nearly gagged as the guy, unsuspectedly, unleashed a massive flood of jizz into her throat just as she had taken in all of his cock, the full length socked away in her throat. To goad him to maximum endeavor, she twiddled his balls and fucked her finger in and out of his roiling asshole.
She gurgled and guzzled his cum, sucking on his massive prick as if it were a giant straw and she was intent on getting every last drop of her vanilla milk shake. Dazedly, she was aware of Susan dismounting from her stud and stumbling across the room to fix them a couple of drinks.
"When you drain his tank," Susan laughed shakily, "let's have a drink and trade partners."
* * *
Silently, Valery took the flashlight and cautiously checked Phil and Jim and returned to Hank. "Valery," he whispered hoarsely, "you got the money hidden somewhere. Why don't you untie me and get my clothes and let's skip with it?"
"Why should I share it with you?" she sniffed with contempt. "I already have it all." She brought a bottle of whiskey and a glass of water and sat beside him. She took a drink from the bottle and a sip of water. Then she raised his head and gave him gulp of liquor and some water. "We caught a couple of your buddies," she said softly, risking a flick of the flashlight in his face.
"You what?" he muttered. "Whose buddies? We don't have any buddies in this. What are you talking about? Phil and Jim are the only other ones in that little airline ransom gig."
Valery turned off the light and shivered with apprehenshion in the dark. If he's telling the truth, he fretted, just who did they have upstairs that Bea and Susan were working over-fucking and sucking into masses of quivering flesh and bones?
"These ropes are killing me," Hank groaned. "Probably the other guys, too."
"I don't care," Valery said aloofly. "I don't care if your arms and legs and cocks fall off-after the way you threw me in that room 'way upstairs and what you did to me. Not just here. In Seattle, too."
Hank groaned as she moved silently away from him in the dark to resume her vigil at the side of the window. A feeling of forlornness swept through her. There was no pleasure in having her hunch about where the three men who had raped them and defrauded the airline had gone. There should be a feeling of elation about having found the money and the three girls had outwitted the criminals. But her thoughts were of the dismal variety. She liked sex-but she didn't want to rape and fuck these men anymore. It was okay, if that was what Susan and Beatrice wanted-but she just didn't have the appetite for it, not anymore.
"Oh, Glen," she sighed softly as she squinted into the silvery night and the silence. "Why," she fretted, "hadn't I stayed in Seattle and married that gink like he's been after me to do? When I tell him about all of this-he won't want me as a wife anymore," she cried softly, brushing away the hot tears with the sleeve of the pea jacket.
Slowly, a fearful dread of the place crept over her and she was burdened with a consuming need to get away, far away. She could get her skis from where they had hidden them and tell Bea and Susan she was going "out" and get help. There was no doubt the two girls could keep things under control.
"If I leave right away-it's only ten o'clock-I could surely find someone, a car or a truck or a house by morning," she mused. "Twenty miles, I think, to a main road. I ski pretty fast and there's plenty of snow and I can make good time on the roads."
"Why don't you, Val?"
She turned suddenly, alarmed, to find Susan behind her. "Bea and I are both tired of this damned vacation and want to go home."
Susan helped Valery onto her skis and handed her the flashlight. "You can use this for a signal if you see or hear a car. I'll tell Bea you left."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
At first, she considered swinging in a circle to avoid the vehicle that had brought the two men, upstairs, but curiosity overruled her timidity and fright. Too, in the frail moonlight, she found the going easy about forty feet parallel to the road.
The soft "schlee" sound of the skis on the fresh, unbroken snow buoyed her spirits and she was confident she could elude and outdistance anyone she encountered on foot. On a little rise between two whispering pines, she stopped to study the dark hulk of a vehicle, much like the one she had seen the Forest ranger driving.
She watched it for several minutes and it was dark and deserted. Warily, she skied closer, on the alert for the dull coal of a cigarette or dashlight. There, simply, was nothing. At ten feet from the right front fender, she flashed her light on the snow and saw the scuffed footprints where one man had gotten out and crossed in front of the four-wheel drive Travel-all. They were joined in front of the vehicle by another set. And that was it-all the signs of humans around the rig. She didn't know whether she was disappointed or not. She poled herself past the vehicle and into the road, between the deep ruts in the snow. The air she created whispered past her cheeks and filled her with a sense of exhilaration. The chill of the air was crisp and keen. Her heart pumped a warm tingling through her, body, from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes. Only the tip of her nose was anything like cold.
Soon, she thought, she'd be abreast of the abandoned travel trailer and she decided to stop and pocket whatever she could find to eat-candy bars, raisins, dried peaches, apricots and pears and prunes. And there should be some saltines and small tins of sardines and smoked oysters and anchovies. "Ugh," she panted as she poled hard to glide up and over the crest of the road.
And there was the trailer fifty yards ahead and to her left, dark and pitiful and deserted. She hopped the skis across one wheel rut and angled toward the trailer. If she had continued another fifty feet, she would have kept going because the vehicle had stopped and a man had gotten out and she would have seen his tracks stomping toward the trailer. Those tracks circled the front of the trailer and the man who had made them kept close to the trailer and she didn't see them at all.
She didn't notice that the man had paused beside the door to listen, then opened the door and had stepped inside. Valery squatted on the skis and freed the bindings in front of the door. She opened the door and stepped nimbly inside. "Bill? Joe?"
Valery emitted a gurgling squall of fright and turned to flee, making a long jump into the snow. There was no time to stop the skis and she hurtled her body through the knee-deep snow. She was borne to the ground-the snow-from behind, a heavy body crushing her in a necktie tackle, very much like a fragile quarterback being ground under by a Mean Joe Greene.
She was flopped over roughly. "You're one of them," she gasped, snow massed on her face, blotting her vision. "You're one of those two men who came in that big vehicle. You're with them."
"Yeah.. You damned right," the man atop her snarled, his fist drawn back beside his right ear. Then his fist unknotted and his fingers were gentle as he crumbled the snow away from her eyes and nose and mouth, out of her ears. "Jesus Christ. Thank God. What has been going on?" And she was lifted to her feet and supported on trembling legs.
And Valery was staring into the haggard face of Glen Dane. Relief flooded through her and she was about to throw her arms about his neck. The relief was replaced by fear and contempt. "You're with them. Oh, yes, I can see how that could be. You were in on it all the time. You-you-bastard, Glen Dane. In cahoots with those rapist-hijackers. And then you come in here with their other two buddies."
Sobs of anger, frustration and disappointment throbbed through her and she started to wilt in a faint. Only numbly was she aware of being caught, hefted into a pair of strong arms and being carried into the trailer. She writhed and kicked at him as he released her on the bed in the rear of the trailer.
"You fuckin' son of a bitch," she snarled at him, even as he lit a butane light and the fire under the coffee pot. She bared her teeth at him and accepted the whiskey he had poured into a cup.
"Where are the two men who came in the rig . p the road with me?" Glen prodded, a sneer on his lips, a hard glint in his eyes.
"I won't tell you, you crook," she replied surlily. "Bea and Susan have them under wraps."
"Bea. And Sue," Glen said. "Are they okay?"
"What the hell do you care. Yes, they're fine and we're going to see to it that you and your five friends are put where you belong."
"Where's that?" Glen prompted.
"In prison," Valery pouted, slapping at his hand as he unbuttoned the pea jacket.
"You found that the hijackers actually came here?"
She nodded, holding the cup for him to add some more whiskey and some steaming coffee. Then he fixed himself a similar drink. "Then you and their other two conspirators showed up. But Susan and Bea and I are going to see that all five of you go to jail."
She scowled at him as he began laughing harshly, reached into the holster between his hips and drew out his snub-nosed revolver. "Well, we'll see. But before you start getting all of us in jail, let me pose something."
"We won't take a bribe from you thieves," Valery sniffed. "Besides, I have it all. Hidden."
"You'll tell me where it is," he frowned. "Now, if those two men who came with me were the CIA, I might agree they belong in prison, but ... By the way, where did you hide the money?"
She glared at him, shook her head.
"Oh, you'll tell me, Beautiful," he smirked. "You'll tell me. Now about those two. If they were CIA-off to jail for them, maybe. But they aren't with the CIA-the FBI." , Valery, in disgust and disbelief, sensed her jaw sagging. Her eyes narrowed and flashed as his "gangster" expression turned whimsical. "If," she asked suspiciously, "you aren't mixed up with them, how did you know where to come?"
She snapped at the finger he waggled before her face. "Remember all our theories before you and the girls left Seattle on your foolhardy vacation? Well, I just kept adding to the little puzzle.
"THEN-I got your letter and I finally persuaded the FBI that you had some very solid suspicions worth investigating. And your letter provided all the information needed to locate this area."
She folded her arms across her heaving breasts huffily as he put his arms around her. "Where arc Bill and Joe?" Glen asked softly, caressing and smoothing her hair, kissing her cheek, puffing his breath into her ear. "Where's the money hidden?"
Valery struggled in his arms, tried to bite the lips that were nuzzling along her throat, upward toward a kiss. "So! You are with them and they're crooks and not the FBI! I'm not going to tell you one damned thing!"
His laughter infuriated her even more when she couldn't get her arms free and her resistance was futile. "You-you rat. I suppose you're going to rape me just like those three robbers did."
His laughter mellowed into a deep, low chuckle. "I may do that-'less you put out willingly. And if you do, I promise to be nice and gentle with you and if your cookie jar is as sweet as I remember, I may buy it out-marry you-when we get all of this squared away."
"I don't believe anything you say," Valery growled, snuggling her body deeper into his embrace. "Just the same old cunt-hungry private dick." She sat passive on the bed as he removed her boots and rolled her socks off. She held her arms out before her as he stripped her to the waist. An arm curled behind his head as he leaned to her and gently kissed her titties, teasing each nipple with the tip of his tongue until they bloomed to dark, tumescent points.
"Oooooh, Jesus, you bastard," she sighed raggedly. "You are so good at tittie-play, I'd almost agree to tell you where the money is and would run off with you and let you help me spend it."
She arched her back to stuff more of a sweet, firm cone into his mouth. "Well, let's go get it and get gone," he mumbled around her torrid, taut tittie-tip.
"Woweeeee, I'd like to," she moaned, finding one of his hands and guiding it to her crotch. "Dam, you start nice fun-funs and I still have the most funnest playground covered up." She let him lay her back on the bed and remove her ski pants and skivvies. "We can't, Glen," she sighed as he planted a wet kiss on the belly button and tickled it with his tongue. "Whatever, part of that money belongs to Bea and Susan-or they have a say in whatever happens to it." She drew a deep breath and emitted shrill squeal of delight as he lowered his face between her legs and took a noisy gobble-gobble of her pussy-trench. "Ooohhh-Aaaaaah, I'm ready. Get your clothes off and give me a tender fucking. Then, I think we should go take care of those two FBI fellows-Bill and Joe."
Her feet kicked wildly and her legs parted wide as he plowed his tongue down through her furrow to dip deep into her fuck-cove. "Why should we hurry?" Glen asked dreamily. "Are they in danger?"
"They are past being in danger," Valery giggled, "Bea and Susan are holding them-as well as the three robbers captive-captive and have them all tied up naked. We really should rescue them."
"Fuck 'em," Glen muttered, keeping his mouth buried in Valery's pussy as he clumsily removed his clothes.
"That's what's happening to them," Valery said, tone soft and ecstatic as she gently curved her pussy up to his questing mouth. "Bea and Susan only have Five men there-frazzled men. And they could kill them. I really believe they could take on a company of soldiers and screw them into ding-dong retreat."
"In the morning," Glen said, climbing on her, wedging his body between her waiting and willing thighs. "I love you, Hon. Will you marry me?"
She guided the head of his cock into her hot, slick channel. She swallowed hard as excruciatingly beautiful pleasure danced through her pelvis, igniting a fire in her loins. "In deep. Ram it in me deep and bounce your balls on my butt," she prayed. "God! That's it! Fuck your cock in me deep. I won't marry you 'til you buy your own car.
Valery wriggled under him, striving to get more and more of his cock as he pried it into her vacillating vagina. She shifted slightly onto her left side and raised right leg, hooking the knee high above his hunching, rotating butt. "Good, Glen. Work it in deep. Jesus, how I've missed your fucking me."
"Shut up and up-fuck your pussy and help me," he growled, scooping his hands to cup the sloping loaves of her ass. "Arch your pussy up a little more and I'll sock all of it into you."
Valery mustered her strength as lightning-like flashes flickered through her, setting off dazzling fireworks behind her closed eyelids.
"Oooohhhh, God," she crooned, fucking her snatch to meet his plundering prick two-to-one. "Hurry up! Fuck me fast, I'm gonna cum, Glen! Help me, pleeeassseee! Fuck me fast. Drive your prick in me. Ooohhh, great God, I'm cumming hard and hot. Now, now, now-don't juice and jizz me yet. Let me have my jollies, Honey. Oooohhhh-Aaaggghhh, don't ever stop fucking it to me."
She laid her hands on his bare shoulders, dug in her nails as he hunched it into her so hard he rolled her back on her shoulders. Her feet bobbed in the air as he took full control and smashed his prick into her in long, spearing strokes. The duH plop-plop of his heavy balls bouncing against her bulging asshole was like a dull drumbeat that echoed erotically in her ears.
He missed a stroke and his prick nearly slid out of her cunt, but her hot gash funneled the throbbing head back into her cove. "Carrreee-fffullll, don't miss. Fuck it to me."
He began bucking erratically, bouncing and bouncing between her creamy thighs, rapidly approaching his own ecstatic eruption. On the stroke he would have buried the knob of his cock to the balls in her and began spewing semen, he missed again and the bulb of his prick slid out and skewered downward to be caught the back entry and he plunged his nine inches of masterful prick up her asshole.
"Aaaggghhh-aaaaiieeee," Valery squalled with surprise at the sudden impalement. But when Glen started to retrieve the errant cast of his cock, she locked her ankles around the small of his back and she up-hunched her bottom. "Never mind," she cooed, "keep fucking. I like it. Go, Glen, go and cuuummmm. Cornhole me fast and plunge your marvelous prick into my hot little rectum. Do you like my snug little butt hole gripping your big prick?"
There was a sensation of flying to pieces as he pummeled his prick to the nuts in her bowels and began pumping her full of jizz. Her squalls and squeals were shrill and wild, at last ebbing into pleasurable moans and groans.
A little later, with his prick throbbing and soaking in her spasming rectum, his groin pressed against her pussy and rubbing her clit, she kissed his sweaty cheek. "When you finish draining your jizz in my butt, let's have a drink-and I'll give you a blow-job-and suck the rest of the energy out of your cock."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The next morning when Valery and Glen-she on skis, he trudging beside her in the snow-started back toward the Old Castle, the sky offered a study of contradictions. In the east, it was clear, paint-brushed rosy and golden; in the west, it was hung with a steel-grey ominous curtain of solid cloud promising more foul weather.
"I hope we're not too late," Valery laughed, poling easily over the snow crust.
"Too late for what?" Glen panted. "For breakfast?"
"No, Silly, to rescue your Fuzz-Brained Imbeciles from the lusts of Bea and Susan," Valery scoffed.
They stopped at the vehicle Glen and the two government men had arrived in and she pushed her skis and poles inside and they drove it to the old house. "We can get some breakfast at the mobile home," Valery said. "It's well-stocked with food and booze-as if one of them are all had planned to return eventually."
"Probably after they washed the money somewhere," Glen muttered, parking behind the van. After stomping snow from their boots, they trudged inside. The naked Hank was passed out, still tied fast to the daveno in the main room. Silently, they inspected the other two robbery suspects who were asleep, reeking of liquor.
"I guess," Valery whispered, "the girls have given them some breakfast and 'sedated' them again. Let's go upstairs."
"Where's the money hidden?" Glen whispered harshly.
Valery turned glaring eyes on him. "Just you forget the money 'til I'm ready to fish it out." They took the stairs to the second floor, hearing a murmur of feminine voices as they neared the top.
They strode boldly into the second-floor room and stood just inside for a minute, watching the nude Susan and Bea holding up the heads of the two most recent captives for them to sip through straws that had been pushed through the tape that had been raised slightly at the corners of their mouths.
"Look who I ran into and brought back," Valery called from inside the door.
"These bastards," Bea swore, "we were going to take off the tape, but one of them started cursing and yelling at us-and I bopped him with my boot."
"Glen!" Susan shrieked, her hands making a fluttery motion to conceal her bobbing breasts and her hair-thatched pussy region. "Where did you come from?"
"Yeeeaaaahhh?" Bea smiled slowly, eyes gleaming. Then she held the glass from the man to drink the glass empty. "Just a sec. Sue and I want these two clowns drunk as hell so we can get some sleep."
Glen strolled across the room and peered into the dazed eyes of the two men. "Morning, Bill," he said to the man Bea was ministering to. "Hi, Joe," he nodded to the one Susan was forcing to drink by twisting and yanking his over-worked genitals when he balked.
Their unblinking eyes were stunned and pleading. "I believe you two men are drunk as hoot owls. Shame on you."
For a moment their eyes bore a harsh, bitter glaring, but this faded and was replaced by an expression of astonishment, bewilderment and foolishness.
"Where are their clothes?" Glen asked, putting his hands on Bea's and Susan's shoulders.
"Piled on the floor in that closet," Susan nodded, filling the glass again with gin and orange juice for Joe. He returned with their clothes and dropped them at their feet. He started to untie Joe's hands and Susan kicked him in the rump with a bare foot, sprawling him across the helpless man.
"Keep your hands off these characters," Bea snarled, lifting the table leg in a menacing manner. "They came snooping around here and we took them out-or in."
Glen righted himself and warily went through their pockets. Without a word, he showed them FBI credentials. As the girls gasped with dismay, he roughly ripped the tape from their mouths.
"Wait 'til Kelly in Washington hears about this," Glen said mockingly.
"Shut up and untie us," Bill finally got his vocal cords working. "And he better not hear about it, or we'll probably draw assignments making Butte, Montana, look like the poshness of Miami Beach."
"They took you, huh? And fucked you silly. What will your girl friends say?" he continued taunting the two FBI men as they sat On the edge of the cots oblivious to their nudity, rubbing life and circulation back into arms and ankles.
"Shut your goddamned mouth, Glen Dane," Joe cursed him. "I bet my boots won't go on my feet. And-Oh, shit, I'm drunk."
"What can we say?" Susan asked, tone wretched and subdued and apologetic.
"You might say 'excuse us' and get your clothes on," Valery suggested, rinsing out a couple of. glasses, bringing them with scoops of snow from the roof and fixing drinks for Glen and herself.
"Where'd you get the snowball-ice cube?" Glen puzzled.
"There's a little roof flare about two feet wide at each floor," Valery said, fishing in his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes.
"The girls caught our ransom-hijack suspects," Glen said casually to the two men who were grunting and groaning and trying to get their boots on. "Valery here found the money and has it hidden."
"Where?" Bill moaned, walking woodenly around the room.
"Not 'til you men get my car unstuck and dragged out of the woods and we know we're going to get out of here and away from this nightmare vacation," she said huffily.
"We'll use the Forest Service radio in that rig and tell 'em to run a snowplow in here as fast as they can," Bill said. "And, really, criminals or not, I think those guys deserve protection from these damned sex-fiends." He grimaced and held his hands over his crotch. "My poor peter has been fucked to a ribbon and sucked and chewed on. Ooohhh, Christ, it feels raw as liver."
The snowplow waded through about two o'clock and Valery's station wagon was brought back to the old house. Bea and Susan insisted the van be searched and all the film be systematically exposed. The two FBI men, after "rescuing" Hank and Jim and Phil, handcuffed them, shackled their ankles and left them chained on a daveno in the main room. Then they made a search of the van, the Old Castle and the mobile home.
Valery took Glen aside and they rode the elevator down to the tunnel and out to the tree where they dug out the suitcases containing the money. Bill German, in charge of the detail, gave her a receipt for it and tossed it in the government vehicle.
They decided to secure the three suspects in the back of the van and Joe would drive it out, followed by Bill in the Travel-All. Glen would drive the station wagon with Valery and the girls.
But Susan said shyly she wanted to accompany Joe and Bea was adamant about riding with Bill. "We owe them a lot," the two smirked, "and we intend to pay off."
"Ooohhh, no," Bill grimaced, helping Bea into the front seat beside him. "We'll stay in Salem tonight," he said, "and check in with our superiors." To Glen he said, "I guess you can keep up, towing the gals' trailer?"
Glen nodded and joined Valery in the wagon.
* * *
Hank and Phil and Jim were booked into a Salem jail and Bill and Joe started extradition proceedings. And Joe Grier was dispatched to reserve motel quarters. "Too bad," Bea mused as they registered, "that three of these lovely units won't be used."
After hot baths and changing into fresh clothes, they went to dinner. "What happens now?" Valery wondered.
"We'll have a nice party later at the motel," Bill German smiled.
"Not that," Valery snapped.
"When it is all settled, there will be a substantial reward, Valery," Joe said. "I'm sure Glen will be well compensated for putting the pieces together and leading us to the scene, too."
Valery took Glen's left hand. "I hope there will be enough for him to buy his own car and he will stop wearing out mine," she sniffed.
"There will be a trial-in Seattle, if the three guys are extradited, here if they are not," Bill said thoughtfully, ordering another bottle of wine.
"And we'll have to appear," Susan said, a gloomy expression clouding her eyes.
"You will be shielded," Joe reassured her, heavy with implication. "All the government will allow to be brought out are the pertinent facts."
"We have enough without any of your testimony to convict them," Bill said, "but we'll lay it on them hard-and the public eats up beautiful heroines."
Valery coughed and scowled. "You have an insidious use of words. 'Lay' and 'hard' and 'eat'."
And the men reddened, laughed. "We found a lot of stuff in that van of theirs. Say, why don't we get back to the motel and have a private party?" Bill winked at Bea and her eyes narrowed.
"I think I'd just as soon sleep," Valery frowned.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Valery was peeved. All the way back to the motel, she sulked and cowered away from Glen as he attempted to put his arm across her shoulders. Maybe it was exhaustion and relief after the tension of the past few days, she thought grumpily, but she didn't want to party. She didn't want to have a few drinks-to celebrate. She didn't want any romance. She wanted to go to bed and sleep and go home first thing in the morning.
As soon as Bill parked the government station wagon at the motel, she got out and trudged doggedly through the gloomy rain, up the stairs and into the unit assigned to her. Irritably, she undressed in the bathroom, stripping to bra and panties. And her grouchiness increased when Glen didn't follow her in to remonstrate with her. She didn't want him around, but it teed her off to have him do exactly what she wanted him to-leave her alone.
With the dim light glowing on the stand at the head of the bed, she stretched out on her back on the chenille spread. By straining her ears, she thought she could hear voices and movement in the motel quarters on both sides. "So let them have their party without me," she pouted, crossing her arms under the opulent breasts in the half-cup halter.
Her sulking produced a bitterness in her-and she wasn't sleepy. Maybe, she tried to be objective, looking down between her breast fruits and tucking wisps of pubic hair into the legs of her panties, she wanted to be humored? "Crap," she grunted disgustedly. "Maybe it's just the letdown after all of that," she grumbled. "But I think I deserve better than being ignored like this. I went through hell at the hands of those three bastards-raped and screwed and forced to suck that guyV salty cock and getting my butt cornholed. And I found the money and Kid it in a safe place. Wasn't I honest? I could have left it hidden and sneaked back to let it later and who would know?"
She writhed and squirmed on the bed. No, she admitted silently, she wasn't going to sleep. Yes, she wasn't that tired. Vaguely, she heard a couple of doors slam along the broad catwalk. "They're getting together to whoop it up." She scowled and winced from a sudden ache of shivery-like pain that lanced into her loins. "Three men and two gals," she muttered.
Her eyes stared, unblinking, at the ceiling. And a hot jealousy flashed in her brain. Bea's and Susan's incredible energy astonished her. Her eyes narrowed. The odds of three to two put the men at a considerable disadvantage. Bea or Susan could wipe out all of them with their insatiable pussies and cock-loving mouths.
Valery tossed and turned on top of the bed as a fever-like heat washed through her-like an explosion in her vagina with the waves rippling upward through her tummy and into her hot, hard cones with the tumescent tips.
"Bitches," she hissed, her mind's eye seeing Glen naked and Susan and Bea all over him, offering him their cunts and paying homage to his magnificent hard cock with their luscious red lips and deep throats. She straightened out her legs and mashed them together. She stared downward over her convex tummy bowl at the prominent love mound and the upper corner of her cunny smile, accented by the tight mesh of her panties.
"Wonder if they've gotten around to the bare facts of the party yet?" She scowled. "Probably. It won't take Bea and Susan all night to get their clothes off. It wouldn't surprise me if they didn't go already naked, just wearing a long coat or a robe or something."
Wrinkles between her eyes deepened as she heard the clear, musical laughter and squeals of female voices. "Something very funny to Bea and Susan," she growled, wincing again at the sharp contraction in her sex-cove. Fingers felt tentatively and the double-ply crotch of her skivvies was hot and sticky.
"Oooohhh, Christ," she panted softly, extending her arms above her head, trembling with sensual pinings as her titties lifted and the muscles tightened deliciously in her belly.
Laughter and the buzz of conversation was distinct now in the adjoining unit-the one Glen occupied. "As long as they're talking," Valery pouted, "no one is screwing and no one is getting his pricked sucked."
Her heightening sexual agitation further darkened Valery's mood and increased the bitchiness of her disposition. "The least they could do is look in and offer me a drink," she grumbled. She flopped onto her tummy, scissored her legs upward to raise her rump in the air, arched and ready-except for the panties she wore. There was a heavy, warm swirling in her head. "Ready for it," she moaned. "Defenseless. Ready for someone to mount me and drill it to me-up the pussy or cornholed deep in my fanny hole."
She gritted her teeth and crawled forward so she could lay her face against the wall above the headboard of the bed, place her ear firmly.
"Ooohhh, you crazy bastards!"
Nerves tingled all through Valery as she distinctly recognized Bea's sharp voice. "I bet they're all naked now and ready for plowing pricks and plundering pussies."
Resolutely, she crawled off the bed and found the mid-thigh robe in a suitcase. The convulsions in her loins made her legs weak and trembly.
Cautiously, she turned off the light and opened the door. The rain was still pelting hard and gusts of wind lashed it onto the exposed catwalk. Farther along, outside lights were on, but it was dark along this portion of the redwood walk. Hugging the building, she inched toward Glen's unit, hesitated outside the door to listen.
"Oh, you sons of bitches," she heard Bea squall. But she couldn't divine whether she was angry or amused. Valery tried the knob and it turned silently, smoothly. The light near the bed was on, she noticed as she pushed the door inward about six inches. On the bed, she could see hands waving wildly in the air. And sounds of sighing and moaning and groaning were prominent in the room.
Suddenly, her arm was grabbed and she was yanked into the room, the door slammed behind her. A black dizziness consumed her mind. She thought she was going crazy. "Oooh, they escaped," she tried to seream.
It was just like Halloween night. Valery nearly swooned as her wide eyes swept the scene and she stared numbly at the Warlock who held her right arm.
There was Bea in the middle of the bed, catching hell from the Devil as he pitched his single-tined fork up her snatch. And Susan was emitting warbles of passion as the Skeleton buried his bone in her little rose bed. She inhaled deeply, trying not to faint, and her nostrils were assailed with the warm, musky aroma of hard prick boiling in hot pussy.
She stole a glance at the Warlock and flinched under the glitter of dark eyes behind the hood.
"Aaaiiieec," Bea shrieked and Valery's eyes were drawn back to the bed. The Devil's pants were down around his ankles and his bare ass, hair growing wildly in the crack, was punching his prick to her with long, masterful strokes, each inward plunge rolling her bottom high in the air so his cock entered her at just the right angle so her pussy absorbed his huge, glistening spike completely.
Susan squealed and almost collapsed onto her belly, but the Skeleton he'd her up with his hands on her flanks. He had the head of his cock in position and one hard lunge drilled it to the heavy, hairy balls in her asshole.
Her squawkings weren't in protest because she immediately began fucking her butt back and forth to establish a lusty coital rhythm. The Skeleton emitted rattling groans as he hugged her narrow waist and plunged the prick to her in rectum-stretching humpings.
Valery almost wilted with surging passion as Susan wailed, "Fuck it to me! Rip it up my butt hole."
Absently, Valery was aware of the Warlock's pressing against her and she could feel the ridge of his wand against her hip, hot through the thin robe and her panties. Her pussy writhed and coiled.
"Noooo," she whined softly as the Warlock led her around the hunching, bucking couple in the middle of the room, on the floor. She knew where he was taking her, but she didn't hold back. There was a second bed in the other room. She stumbled slightly as he pushed her inside and flipped a switch to light a small lamp.
"Help," she squeaked as he tugged off her robe and dispossessed her of the skimpy bra. He turned her to face him as he sat on the bed after hauling the flowing robe up around his waist to expose his ready genitals.
"Aaahhh, goddamn! Noooo!" she wheezed as he twisted her wrists to force her to her knees between his spread thighs. His cock seemed immense, the skin rolled behind the coronal ridge, the glans glistening, the slit a mocking eye.
"I won't do that," she complained as he cupped a hand behind her head.
"Trick or treat," the man grated. "I trick you and you treat me. Eat the candy cane like a good girl."
She grimaced as she stared at the pulsating lollipop that tipped his taffy pole.
She knew she couldn't do what he was goading her to do. But, dazed and bewildered, her hands fluttered into the Vee of his thighs. One cupped under his sagging scrotum and she lifted his heavy eggs. Her fingers tightened slightly as the skin basket crawled. Her other hand closed around his shaft near the base of his massive root. Tentatively, she waggled his long rod so that the fat head described circles in the air. He moaned and muscles quivered the length of the hot, thick barrel. Her fingers clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed. His fingers kneaded at the nape of her neck and a hand found one of her ivory breast globes.
She stared at the massive tool in her hand almost as if she were hypnotized. The blood vein on top stood out stark and blue. Her hand began to work slowly, then more confidently as she started jacking him off.
His balls rolled around in her palm and she felt a moist rush of heat in her pussy that caused the walls to squirrel deliciously.
She milked the thick skin up over the head of his dong and a little bead of honey oozed from the pink, gaping slot. Her hand stroked faster as she masturbated him with determined floggings and he groaned with ecstasy.
"I creamed in my panties," Valery sighed, leaning to blow her sweet breath on the slick-skinned knob of his dick. She inhaled the musky aroma of his sex organ and her mouth began watering.
"I won't-no, no, no. I won't do that." Her face seemed drawn as if by a magnet. She gasped for a deep breath and her lips parted. She huffed her breath onto the head. And the eye seemed to wink at her. She opened her mouth very wide, until the hinges of her jaw ached. She directed the angle of his cock with the hand latched onto it at the base. And the head vanished into her face.
Just as the tip of his cock tickled at the back of her throat, she closed down on it, her tongue humping to push the juice bulb against her palate, "Huummm," she murmured, sluicing saliva all around the head and the shaft of his thick prick. She sucked hard, plastering the pulpy glans against the roof of her mouth.
His hand clenched on her boobie and fingers tweaked the tumid nipple. She sucked again, pulling her cheeks against. the sides of the hard hunk of meat. She glanced up to catch his eyes, but they were closed behind the hood.
Slowly, she began bobbing her head, just mouth-fucking the knob, rasping the head with her coarse tongue. His ass lurched and bucked on the bed and Valery increased her stroke lengths, taking more and more of his salty-sweet cock into her mouth, sucking voraciously on his delectable prong.
Detachedly, she admitted she wanted it, needed it in her pussy, but sucking his cock was such fun and so sexually satisfying.
Still palming his balls, she pressed his goodie sac backward and stretched her sex finger to tickle his anus. He parted his legs even more and curved his crack to her so she could gouge and penetrate his tight rectum. She stabbed her finger in as far as it would go as she began mouth-fucking him with a frenetic bobbing and sucking of her face.
"Oh, damn," he whined, tone deep and guttural, "you really know how to go down on a guy and give a blow-job. Go at it, Babe. Suck me good and I'll pump a gallon of protein cum into your belly."
She sucked hard, squishing saliva around his sex-pipe. It's dreamy and heavenly, she thought dazedly, having a nice cock in your mouth to suck. I love the taste of prick.
Each plunge of her vacuuming mouth down on his prick brought increasingly stronger tremors and convulsions to his cock and she knew he was building toward a semen-gushing climax. The knowledge created a seething cauldron of her cunny as she built to her own voracious orgasm.
He began fucking his ass around on the bed, driving his prick deeper and deeper into her gullet. He howled like a hurt animal as she took all of his prick into her throat and he shot a tremendous wad of lava from his Vesuvius. She gobbled and crooned as her fingers lovingly milked the cum out of his pulsating prick.
Her pussy was retching and coiling and she felt her clit was going bang-bang, bang-bang in little piss-tol shots as she savored his jizz and ran her tongue along the underside of his spasming cock.
Dumbly, she was aware of his lifting her and she was protesting in soft whines as his cock was being taken away from her avid, mewling mouth. "No, no, nooo," she whimpered, poking her tongue far out to get the last droplets of his cum as they lay like pearls on the purplish knob of his dong.
"Come on, Honey," he said, "stand up and get on it." She let him lift her, his hands cupping her trembling butt loaves. He set her down on his lap, his massive prick slowly spearing into her clutching cunt.
"Oooohhhh, heavenly," she sighed as his prick penetrated her, stretching the crinkly walls of her twat around the monstrous phallus. "Sock it in deep and give me some fast fuck-pumps. Make me cum in my pussy, then shove it in my ass and make me cornhole-cum."
He laughed jovially as he jostled her body up and down so her cunny slid up and down on his thick, plundering pole of flesh.
"That feels good," Valery whimpered, "keep fucking me. lay me on my back and screw me good. I love your cock tunneling into my pussy. Give me all of it, Honey. Please flop me down so I can kick my feet high in the air and curve my snatch up to you so you can drive all your cock up my snatch and into my hot, itching asshole."
He stood slowly, keeping her twat impaled on his huge cob. She hugged his neck and locked her ankles above his butt, wishing he had removed her panties, instead of just pushing the crotch aside so his cock could get at her cunt. She didn't want anything between her Love mound and his hair-matted playground from which his flagpole sprouted.
But she was coming now in heavenly passionate thunder as he lifted her ass with his hands and ground her pussy back down on his pussy-plunger. "My clit's on fire," she screamed as a rope of his cock hair swabbed into her groove and rasped her tiny fun-thorn.
"Oooohhhh, shit, I'm cumming," Valery howled, burying her face in the curve of his neck and shoulder as he fucked her sleek body up and down rapidly on his big stony. "Make me vibrate! Make me scream! Make me explode. Ooohhh, blast the jizz to me and cream my insides. Cum, cum, CUM!" she squalled, tossing her ass up and down on his marvelous joint as fast and hard as she could.
Then he was carrying her into the next room. She felt she had come completely unglued and her feet dangled limply and her butt hole pooched in a lewd pucker because her insides were crammed so full of mammoth cock that was gushing jizz and coating her womb with hot ecstasy.
One of his fingers found her anal pucker and pushed inside. And Valery squalled again as a new assault wave of orgasm thundered through her like a mighty torrent.
Dazedly, she looked around and frowned. Thqse guys hadn't escaped after all. There was the Skeleton with Susan braced with their backs against the wall. His mask of a skull was off. That was Joe Grier.
And on the bed was the Devil with Bea. They leaned back against the headboard. Both had drinks in their hands. He had taken off his horns. And that was Bill German. He may have removed his head horns-but he still had the important one between his legs. Bea had a firm grip on it.
And Susan and Bea began laughing as the Warlock yanked off his hood. "Glennnn, you son of a bitch," she shrieked, slapping him playfully and trying to reach around to take his cock from her pussy so she could put it in her asshole-if only he would take out his finger.
Then a flush of shame seared through her. Bill and Joe had never seen her naked, let alone being fucked and cornholed. But they weren't paying any attention as Bea and Susan slithered their bodies away from them, took their hard cocks and started going down on them, sucking pricks noisily.
She watched unblinking, sucking and swallowing involuntarily as Susan and Bea gobbled their guys' pricks all the way. Gently, she jostled her body, sending shivers of ecstasy through her bowels. "Come on," she said softly, "fuck my butt-then I'll suck you off again."
