"I... I can't," Cindy responded, tears flooding her eyes and nausea sweeping through her body. She was frightened half to death. It had taken every ounce of will power she had in her young body to come here, but she was desperate. And now this! How could he? The vile man! And that ugly, slobbering beast standing over there against the wall! Ugh! Why were they like this? "Oh, please...." Nick Potter looked at the pathetic figure standing before him, clutching her small, black handbag. A smile crossed his mouth--a hungry smile. She couldn't be a day over sixteen, he thought, but was built like a real woman, with those pert breasts that stuck right out at attention and those voluptuous hips that flowed gracefully down to perfectly shaped legs. The material of her dress came to a creased "V" at her crotch and Nick felt a mild ache in his balls as he stared at the slightly protruding mound and imagined how luscious her young cunt would be. This was his favorite--the frightened young teen-ager. They make great lays when you break them in--much better than the sluts who've been around and think they know everything about sex. That was the best part of his business, being able to give these young, fresh ones a good working over.
"Now look, girlie," Nick said, settling back in his chair and shifting his buttocks to allow his expanding cock plenty of room, "I'll go over this once more. You listen good and hard because I'm not going to waste any more time or breath on you. Tommy here tells me you sought me out. It seems you played around with one of the boys here in town, let him fuck you, and now you're knocked up."
Nick paused for a moment. He loved to use the rough four-letter words on these pure, young things and then watch their reaction. Cindy didn't disappoint him. She winced and blushed at his last remark. Tommy saw it too. He chuckled out loud. He and Doc Nick had been through this a hundred times and it was always the same. The girls would come in as proud as hell and Doc Nick would cut them down to size quickly. Tommy liked that. The way girls always treated him like some sort of a leper, he liked to see them wiggle and squirm. They'd be shocked and they'd blush, but they almost always gave in and did what Doc Nick wanted. They didn't have any choice.
"It's not what you think," Cindy said in a pleading voice, her long, black hair bobbing as she moved her head. "It's not like that at all! Bill and me... we...."
"I don't want your story, girlie," Nick snapped back. "Let's just deal with the facts. That's what us scientific men dear with--the facts. You fucked and now you're pregnant. Now aren't those the facts?"
"Yes, but...."
"No buts about it, girlie. You're knocked up, and that's why you sought me out. You want me to perform an abortion and get rid of the kid. You don't want to walk around town with a swollen belly so everybody will know what you and that boy did, right?"
"Yes," she whispered, a defeated tone creeping into her voice.
"Well, I can understand how these things happen," Nick said, softening his tone a little. "I've helped hundreds of girls who get caught. That's my business. It's a little dangerous. That's why my fee is so high. Normally, I charge a thousand dollars."
"A thousand dollars!" Cindy gasped.
Nick nodded his head, letting this sink in for a moment. He'd played this game so often he was almost bored with it.
There wasn't a girl in this hick town, even in the whole state of South Dakota, who could raise a thousand bucks for an abortion. This one wasn't badly dressed for a little farm girl, but Nick knew the mention of a thousand dollars would scare the hell out of her.
"That's what the girls in the big cities pay me, girlie," he said, with a little smile creasing his thin lips. "They can't walk around with a big, swollen belly for everybody to see, so they come to me to help them out. When I get through, nobody ever knows what happened."
"But he," Cindy murmured, pointing at Tommy, "said it could be done for a hundred and fifty dollars! It took me all week to raise that much!"
Tears began running down her youthful cheeks and she had to bite her lips to stop from crying in front of these two strangers. Cindy knew there was no way she would ever be able to raise a thousand dollars. Bill had given her forty dollars, but he'd had to borrow from his brothers, his uncle and even his father to get that much.
"Well, Tommy, there, sometimes likes to help a girl out when she's down on her luck. I don't mind that myself, girlie. Like I said, I know how these things happen. When Tommy told me about the case, I said I'd do it for a hundred and fifty--providing you'd cooperate and show me a good time."
Cindy shuddered. The thought of this dirty old man touching her made her sick. He was at least forty-five, maybe even fifty. His skin was wrinkled and his hair graying at the temples. His face wasn't unpleasant. In fact, Cindy thought, his eyes are like magnets that draw you toward him. But they reflected a steely hardness that chilled and scared her.
Nick saw her shudder and grinned inwardly. She'd pay for that, he told himself. Yes, that would cost her!
"What it adds up to," he continued in a firm, businesslike tone, "is that you take those clothes off and turn your body over to me for a couple of hours. Ill take good care of you. Well have us some real fun for a while and then I'll perform the operation. It'll all be over in about two hours and you'll go home without a worry in the world. Your belly won't swell up and you won't have no kid to embarrass you with your family and friends."
"But...."
"Like I said, girlie, no buts about it. That's my deal, and you can take it or leave it. It ain't like you were a virgin. You've been fucked before or you wouldn't be like you are now. And there ain't nobody forcing you. If you don't like the deal, you just turn your pretty little ass around and go out and find yourself another doctor to do the job."
Nick leaned back confidently. There wasn't another doctor who'd perform an abortion anywhere near this hick town. He and Tommy were careful about that when they worked these little towns. They always chose a spot where the local pill-pusher was an ethical, moral leader of the community.
The two men watched Cindy closely, grinning to themselves as her fingers grasped the handle of her purse until the knuckles were white. Tears were running freely down her cheeks now and her whole body was quaking. Tommy knew it was his time to move. Don't give 'em too much time to think about it, Doc Nick always said, and Tommy had worked with Nick long enough to have his timing down pat. He pushed his deformed body away from the wall and began limping across the room toward Cindy.
"I'm sorry, Doc," he said, "I must have made a mistake. I thought this one needed help. Come on, Cindy, I'll walk you downstairs."
"No!" Cindy rasped. "Wait a minute. I do. I need help. My family will kill me if they find out."
She looked around the small, dirty room with desperation. Tommy had stopped halfway across the room, his grotesque body almost blocking her view of the long table covered with a white sheet. She assumed the doctor used this as his operating table. Against the wall, in the corner, two twin beds were pushed together and covered with a dirty spread that only seemed to emphasize the lumpy old mattresses Mrs. Custer had kept in her run-down, old rooming house for years.
Could she do it? Could she go through with it? She'd come this far, and this was the only man she knew of who would do what she wanted. But could she do what he wanted? Next week was the family reunion and her sixteenth birthday. How could she face them all if she were pregnant?
"What... what do I have to do?" she asked, her voice breaking.
"No strings, girlie, no strings. You just give me your body and do everything I tell you to. Well have a good time. Don't worry about that. But make up your mind. I'm a busy man and I haven't got all night to sit here talking to you. Either give me the money and get those clothes off, or go find yourself somebody else."
Tommy smiled and retreated to his spot against the wall when he saw the young girl fumble with the clasp on her purse. He felt his prick stiffen as he thought about what the Doc would make her do. He'd put her through her paces!
"All... all right," Cindy muttered as she pulled the rolled-up bills out of her purse and walked over to Nick with them in her outstretched hand.
"Fine, fine," Nick said with satisfaction and anticipation glowing in his cold eyes. "I knew you were a sensible girl the first moment I laid eyes on you. We'll have us a good time. Now get those clothes off."
"But what about him?" Cindy said, nodding her young head at Tommy.
"Never you mind about Tommy. He's my assistant and he won't bother us at all. He likes to watch. Just get your clothes off."
Cindy blushed and hesitated for a moment while Nick put the money in his wallet. But she had to go through with it--she just had to! She turned around so she wouldn't have to look at their hungry eyes and then reached behind her and pulled the zipper down on her dress.
Nick reached down and unbuttoned his fly while he watched the young girl pull first her dress and then her slip over her head. All she had on now were her bra and panties and a pair of bobby socks and loafers. He liked the way her cute little ass jutted out at him. He reached inside his pants and pulled his long, partially erect penis out as Cindy unsnapped her bra and tossed it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. The ache in his balls began to spread through his entire body as he watched the young girl slip her fingers under the elastic band of her panties and begin inching them down her legs until the cheeks of her ass were in plain sight. Firm cheeks that had a tantalizingly round shape, like perfect spheres.
"Turn around," he commanded.
Reluctantly, Cindy kicked her shoes away and bent down to pull her socks off. Then, very slowly and blushingly, she turned around to face Nick.
Nick's hand shot into his lap and his fingers laced themselves around the shaft of his prick as he stared at the naked young girl before him. She had a beautiful body; firm breasts that grew like two perfect mounds on her chest were capped with proud, brown nipples that seemed to stare straight into his eyes. His hand began stroking his cock as he let his eyes wander down to the heavy-matted pubic mound between her sculptured legs. He could see traces of the pink lips of her cunt as he stared at the dark forest. Nick's tongue darted out of his mouth to course his dry lips.
His eyes went back up and locked on hers. She was frightened and disgusted, he knew, but she'd do whatever he told her to. He was sure of that. The slight tremble of her lips was inviting.
"Come here," he said in a firm voice, and Cindy took a hesitant step forward.
She could see the huge member in his lap, its head blood red and expanded like an ugly bulb, and what he was doing to himself repelled her. How could he? Didn't he have any decency at all? She saw the look in his eyes and knew that he was losing patience with her, so she forced herself to take another step toward the repulsive man.
Tommy was gloating. He loved to see the way Doc Nick handled a girl. These snotty bitches really need it! Tommy had his hand down on his crotch rubbing his cock as he watched the naked girl move closer and closer to Doc Nick. She'd get a royal fucking tonight, he told himself. God, how he'd love to sink his cock into something as pretty as that! Sometimes the Doc let him, but not too often. He scared the girls too much, and often he'd hurt them with his giant penis. They'd scream and yell, but he couldn't help that!
"Get down on your knees, girlie, and lick this thing like it was a big ice cream cone."
"I've... I've never done that," Cindy whispered, nausea sweeping through her at the thought of kissing his moist, shiny cock.
"Well, it's a good thing for you to learn, girlie. Now get down on your knees and lick it!"
He reached up and grabbed her arm and in a quick, strong movement pulled Cindy down to her knees between his widespread legs. His other hand shot out and grabbed her silky, black hair and he pulled her young face into his crotch.
Cindy thought she would faint. The strong odor of his genitals seeped into her nostrils and made them flare wide open. She'd never been this close to a man's penis before. Even with Bill it had just been something that had happened while they were hugging and kissing that dark night in the Johnson barn. She'd never really seen it, though she had felt it when he penetrated her. Oh, why had she ever let him do it? Look at what it had brought her to now!
Even though she tried to close her eyes and pretend she was somewhere else, she couldn't. His penis fascinated her and she stared at it. It was so huge, so long and thick. And those purple veins that stuck out like ridges all along the shaft! There was a small drop of moisture in the tiny eye at the head of the bright red bulb. For a moment, Cindy imagined that it winked at her.
"Lick it!" he said sternly, giving her long hair a hard yank. "Let's see how good that tongue is."
Cindy held her breath, parted her moist, trembling lips and darted her tongue out. The first contact with the rough, salty skin of his penis almost made her vomit. She gagged and choked it back down, and then began licking him tentatively.
Tommy was almost beside himself as he watched Cindy's head work in Doc Nick's lap. He loved to see these proud little bitches get down on their knees and kiss a man's cock! Slowly, he unzipped his fly and reached in to pull his heavy prick out. Hearing the Doc tell her to kiss it and then to put it in her mouth was too much for him. His penis was swollen fully erect and ready to burst the fabric of his slacks when he saw Cindy open her pink lips and gradually take Doc Nick's long cock into her mouth and down her young throat.
It was all Cindy could do to hold it in her mouth. It was so huge it made her gag and fight for breath, and the taste was simply terrible--sour and salty. She could hardly believe it, but she felt the giant instrument grow even larger as she sucked on it and pulled the hard shaft along her soft lips. When she heard his breath come in short rasps, Cindy increased the tempo of what she was doing to get it over with as quickly as possible.
"Now, now, girlie, you don't want to rush things like that," Nick said, reaching down and lifting her head away from his aching groin. "No, my no! We have lots of things to do together."
He held her shoulders down as he lifted his body from the chair and quickly stripped off his clothing. Then he took her arm, pulled her up and firmly led her to the twin beds in the corner. She started to protest, but he pushed her down on the bed and fell on top of her.
Tommy held his cock in both hands now, leaning his misshapen back against the wall for support as he watched Nick kiss the girl as she struggled to push him away. Tommy could see Nick's rough hands kneading the young girl's tender breasts, and he grinned as he saw Nick's knees wedge themselves between the teen-ager's thighs and begin pushing them wide apart. She'll get fucked now, Tommy said to himself, running his hands up and down his aching cock.
Cindy tried to fight him, but he was too much for her. She felt her legs spreading under the pressure of his knees and she knew what would come next. But she wasn't prepared for the stabbing pain that shot through her when Nick lodged the head of his thick cock inside the opening to her vagina.
"Aaauuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling that she was being ripped apart. Nick paid no attention to her cry and placed himself in position by bracing his weight on his knees. She had a nice, tight cunt, and Nick loved that. He lunged viciously against her youthful body and ran his cock a few inches up inside her. Cindy groaned and tears ran out of her eyes, but Nick battered her again and again, until he could feel his heavy balls slapping out a tune on her firm buttocks.
Cindy's head flew back and forth on the bed as her hands beat wildly about and clutched the fabric of the dirty spread. The pain was almost more than she could take. His huge prick was ravaging the inside of her tender vagina and she could feel its giant head pressing against her cervix. She thought she would faint; she wanted to faint, but she couldn't No matter how much she hated what was happening to her, Cindy's young body was betraying her. She felt her hips begin moving and jerking up to counter his savage thrusts. There was a tingling sensation beginning in her loins, and she hated herself for turning into an animal like this. Worst of all, Cindy realized that he knew she was excited. He gave her a series of swift, hard thrusts that sent his cock racing up through her, and then pulled back so that his member left her vagina with a wet popping sound.
"She's a hot little one, Tommy. Want to join me and show her what it's like to have two men inside her at once: "What are you going to do? " Cindy screamed.
"Don't worry, girlie. We're just going to give you a taste of what some real fun is like. Aren't we, Tommy?"
Tommy grunted an answer as he limped across the room with his giant cock held in his hand. His balls were ready to explode and he needed no urging. He didn't even bother to slip out of his pants when Nick motioned him onto the bed. At Nick's silent command, Tommy placed himself on his back with his long cock sticking straight up in the air.
"NO!" Cindy shouted as she saw Tommy stretched out with his hips on the very edge of the bed. She struggled fiercely as Nick grabbed her waist and pulled her around, but he had her in a viselike grip.
"Stop fighting, girlie," he said in a firm voice as he brought her to her knees and lifted one of her legs over Tommy's body. "You'll love this. Now lower yourself onto that gorgeous piece of meat."
"NO! PLEASE! Hell kill me with that!"
But Nick had her waist in his hands and he pushed her down until she could feel the balloonlike head of Tommy's cock work its way up between the tender lips of her young cunt. Then Nick gave her a hard shove down and she felt Tommy's penis thrust up inside her belly.
"OOOOOOOoooooohhhhhh!" she moaned. "Please...." Nick placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her forward so that her firm breasts were flattened against Tommy's chest. He could see Tommy's cock lodged up inside the girl's cunt, and when he reached down with his hands and spread the cheeks of her buttocks, the dark opening he sought was in plain sight. He stood there gazing at her puckered asshole for a moment, watching the small folds of skin quiver as he held her cheeks apart firmly. His cock was hard and still dripping from the wet embrace her vagina had held it in. Normally, Nick would have used some Vaseline, but he was too hot, his ache too demanding, and he knew that there was enough lubricant on his penis to make the break through.
Bringing his body up close, he lodged the tip of his prick against the small elastic ring of her anus. She squirmed and tried to move when she realized what he was going to do, but Nick moved fast. He used his hips in an obscene thrust which threw his penis into her rectum with one mighty heave.
"AAAAaaauuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed, tears cascading down her cheeks. The pain threatened to shroud her in a deep, black well, and Cindy fought for all she was worth to remain conscious. The two large cocks inside her small body completely filled her. She felt certain that they would tear the thin wall separating her vagina and rectum.
Her ass was gripping him like a hot, demanding hand and Nick could no longer hold back. He reared up and thrust even harder, sinking his cock all the way inside her. He knew Tommy was also beyond control. He could feel Tommy's prick jerking and thrusting against his as they both began plunging in and out of her helpless body. He hesitated a moment and then set up a rhythm. Every time Tommy would jerk his hips up and send his cock racing up her cunt, Nick would thrust forward and down. It was the most delicious sensation he could remember experiencing in a long time.
All of Cindy's resistance was gone. Her body was a blob of putty being used by the two men, unable to fight back and barely able to remain conscious. The pain had engulfed her whole body now and she knew she would never be the same. What disturbed her cloudy mind the most was that although the pain had not given way at all, she was actually beginning to feel her body respond to what they were doing to her. She couldn't move. That was impossible. She was caught between the two strong men, and her body was completely helpless. Yet there was a strange, almost electric, response growing inside her, and she knew she was becoming excited.
Tommy had held back as long as he possibly could. He wanted to wait, to come when Doc Nick did, but he was beyond that point now. It felt so good having the young girl's body impaled on his long cock, her firm little tits grinding away against his chest, her mouth just inches from his as Doc Nick held her down while he shoved his prick up her ass. He threw his arms around her neck and dragged her face up to meet his by pulling on her hair. Then he crushed her young lips against his mouth in a hot, wet kiss. She opened her mouth to protest, but when she did Tommy darted his tongue inside. That was when he felt his balls swell up and explode.
Nick knew Tommy was in orgasm. He could feel Tommy's cock jerking and spewing. He gave her ass two final stabs and then relaxed so his own penis could jump around inside her rectum like a fire hose let loose.
When she felt the hot cum spurting up inside her from two directions, Cindy fainted.
CHAPTER TWO
"She don't look good, Doc," Tommy commented. Cindy was pale white, as if all the blood had been drained out of her young body.
"She'll be all right," Doc muttered, holding the syringe up to the light and squeezing the plunger to measure out the right dose of penicillin to guard against any infection. "I did a clean job on her. Better than some. She's just in shock right now. We gave her a bad time before the operation."
He plunged the needle into Cindy's buttocks and gave her a quick injection.
"The thing to do now is get her home and away from here," Nick continued. "Go call that boy friend of hers and have him meet you near her house. He can help you get her out of the car and then he can carry her in so you won't be seen."
"Right."
Tommy limped quickly out of the room and down the stairs. Nick picked up her clothes and dressed Cindy rapidly. It was always difficult when they were unconscious, but Nick was used to that and his hands moved deftly. He didn't like the coloring of Cindy's face, but he'd seen worse. Her pulse was a little weak, but regular enough.
He was just propping her up in a chair when Tommy returned.
"Hell be there," Tommy said.
Nick nodded and the two men lifted Cindy and carried her down to the car. As soon as they had her settled, Tommy slipped into the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Don't be seen," Nick warned.
"I won't" Nick felt a tiredness creep over him as he made his way back up the stairs. Guess I'm just not up to that young pussy the way I used to be. He stopped halfway up to catch his breath and then continued on. The small room was a mess. The sheet covering the table had blood all over it, and so did the bedspread. As tired as he was, Nick began cleaning up immediately. You just couldn't afford to take chances in this business, he told himself. What if they picked up Tommy for something? Then they'd come back here, and even a dumb hick cop could take one look at this room and know what had taken place.
When he had finished and the room was nice and tidy again, Nick sat down to enjoy a cigarette. It had been a good week. Almost a thousand bucks all told. And he had two more cases lined up for tomorrow-one in the afternoon and one at night. With any luck, they'd clear over a thousand, including all the expenses.
Nick heard Tommy limping up the stairs faster than usual and immediately sensed something was wrong.
"You get her home okay?" he asked, the minute Tommy opened the door.
"Yeah, Nick. The boy had to carry her in. She was still out when we got there, but she was breathing okay."
"No one saw you?"
"No, Doc Nick. You know better than that," Tommy replied with a note of irritation creeping into his voice. "I was careful, like I always am."
"Okay, okay. Don't get your balls in an uproar."
"But the boy gave me some bad news."
"What?" Nick asked patiently, forcing himself to let Tommy tell things his own way.
"The local sheriff was by to see the boy this afternoon. He had a sheet on you and wanted to know if the boy had seen or heard of you in the area. The boy played it dumb, but he said the sheriff told him that the Illinois police had a bulletin out on you and they're covering about three states."
"Bastards! They've never pinned a rap on me yet, but they keep trying."
"But you served time, Doc Nick."
"That was in Missouri, not Illinois! Did the kid tell you if they had a photo of me on the sheet? "
"Yep."
"Well, I guess it's too warm to hang around here."
"You've got those two gals tomorrow."
"I know it! But we can't afford to take any chances. We've about cleaned this hick town for all it's worth anyway. Our best bet is to head out. We'd better pack up."
"Now? Tonight?"
"Right now. For all we know that hick sheriff may be here first thing in the morning. Let's get packed and head out tonight."
Tommy was tired. His leg and back were giving him trouble, the familiar spasms and aches running through him. It'd been like this since he'd fallen out of that tree when he was seven years old. If his family had had any money, things wouldn't be like this. They could have run him to a good doctor and he'd have been mended properly. Instead, they were both alcoholics and always broke. So they ran him to a county clinic and a young intern did what he could for the boy without going to the expense of a number of operations. It wasn't long before it became evident that Tommy would be a cripple for life. A large knot of dislocated muscles and tissue ballooned up on his back and one leg grew while the other remained twisted and short. Tommy learned that the human being can adjust to almost anything, but he also found that his body required plenty of rest. If he was too active, his muscles went into painful spasms. But there was no use in trying to reason with Doc Nick tonight. He'd been hanging close to the Doc for almost nine years now, and Tommy had plenty of respect for the older man's judgment.
Without another word, the two men began moving about the room and carefully packing what few things they had with them. One of Nick's rules was to always travel light. That way you didn't lose much if you had to move out in a hurry.
Nick could see Tommy was hurting from the way he moved, so he reached in his black bag and pulled out three codeine tablets.
"Here," he said. "Take these with some water. It'll help kill the pain. I'll drive."
"Thanks, Doc Nick. My leg's a painin' me some."
"You go down and check to see no one is around. Get the trunk open and start the car. I'll carry this stuff down."
"How about the rent money? "
"Let the old bag collect from the sheriff. Let's get out of here!"
Tommy stretched his aching body out on the back seat of the powerful Pontiac, shifting several times to find a comfortable position, while Nick took the wheel and edged the car quietly out of town and onto the main highway.
"Where we headin', Doc Nick?"
"South. Get that road map out and use the flashlight, Tommy. Find me the best route down to Oklahoma. We've never worked down there and I've heard there are some good pickin's down that way. We'll avoid Missouri, but maybe we can pick up a few bucks in Kansas on the way. Remember that old mountain cabin of mine in Arkansas?"
"Yeah, That's a nice place."
"Well, maybe we'll head there for some rest and fishing when we pick up some bread in Oklahoma. It's not too far."
"That'd be nice, Doc Nick. Real nice."
Nick heard the rustling of paper as Tommy unfolded the map and began studying the routes. He wished he could have a bigger car-maybe a Cadillac. Nick could afford a Cadillac, but it was too risky using a flashy car in these hick towns. They'd spot you right off. He'd made good money over the years, there was no getting around that. And he didn't have to pay taxes on what he earned like those slobs who worked eight to five every day and then gave a lot of their money to the government. Nick admitted to himself, though, that he was getting sick and tired of this life. Always on the run. He never had a place he could call home. And he had to be so damned careful. One little mistake and he'd spend a few years in prison.
He shook his head to erase the memory of those two years in the Missouri penitentiary. He'd never go through that again!
The total blackness of night descended upon them as they passed the lights of the last farmhouse on the edge of town. Nick settled back in the seat and eased the car up to sixty miles an hour. This was no time to get a speeding ticket! He was weary, but he wanted to at least get out of the state before they holed up somewhere for the night.
"It looks like well have to go through Rapid City," Tommy announced. "I can't see no way around it. On the other side, well pick up the highway headin' south. It's a long drive, Doc Nick."
"I'm tired too, Tommy. Well find us a place just as soon as we get across the state line."
"You stay on this road until we reach a little junction about forty miles up. Then you take the left fork and that'll get us into Rapid City."
"Okay, you take a nap and I'll wake you up when we get near Rapid City. Then you can show me where we go from there. I think we've got enough gas to get to Rapid City anyway."
Nick knew the codeine was probably catching up with Tommy by now and that he'd be groggy. He liked the kid and knew that Tommy would do anything in the world for him. They'd been together a long time now and they worked well as a team. Somehow, though, Nick wanted to get out of the racket. He wasn't as young as he used to be, and all this hectic traveling was getting to him.
When he'd bought that little mountain cabin in Arkansas after making a good stake in the tri-city area of Northern Alabama, it was his dream to retire up there one day. What he needed was a big score, something fat enough for him to live off of for the rest of his life. Maybe he'd even keep Tommy around as a handyman. The poor kid was such a sight nobody would hire him, but he was as strong as an ox and absolutely honest and faithful.
With a prick like that kid's got, Nick thought to himself, he ought to be in some kind of sex circus. He smiled when he remembered how some of the young girls they'd balled had fainted when they'd seen that long, hairy thing aimed at their cunts.
He'd really have to put his mind to making a big score somewhere. Nick knew he wasn't going to make it this way, picking up between five hundred and a thousand a week when he was lucky. There were too many expenses, too many risks, too many pay-offs when some greedy cop got on his tail.
The sound of the Pontiac engine droned on into the night, and Nick heard Tommy's rasping snore in the back seat. He opened the wing window to get some fresh air to keep him from going to sleep, and aimed the car down the highway.
CHAPTER THREE
It was hot. Stifling. One of those days when the heat hung like an oppressive blanket over Guthrie, Oklahoma, without even the slightest breeze to stir the air and give a moment's relief.
Still the crowds flocked to the large tent on the vacant lot just outside of town. These were the poor people, those who scratched a living out of the hard, dusty soil. Some were middle class, but even they worked the same twelve to fourteen hours a day to make ends meet. They came in old pickup trucks with their children packed in the back; battered, dusty old sedans; on bicycles; or just walking. Almost every family had a sick, weakened member they brought with them.
There'd been no advertising, but somehow the word had spread quickly that Sister Kathleen and her group were in town. Word of the wonders she had accomplished with the sick--her marvelous powers to heal believers--had spread throughout the South. Wherever she went, Sister Kathleen drew large crowds. Many were doomed to continue living with their affliction, but they held their faith because they had seen with their own eyes how this chosen girl of God had healed a friend or neighbor.
"You look pale today, Sister Kathleen," Ruth commented as she adjusted the long, flowing white robe behind the young faith healer.
"It's been a long tour, Sister Ruth, and I believe the heat here has sapped all my energy. If the good Lord wills, it won't be long until we build our temple. Then we won't have to put up with the trials of these tents. But as long as we do the Lord's work, He'll look after us."
Kathleen went to the small mirror and began brushing her pale blonde hair back into a severe bun. Tiny beads of perspiration had formed on her forehead, and she wiped these away with a deep sigh.
"You look a little pale yourself, Sister Ruth. Have you been taking care of your health?"
"Yes... yes, Sister Kathleen," Ruth stammered. "I'm fine. Like you say, Perhaps the heat here is getting to all of us. I noticed that Brother Richard was irritable this morning."
"He's always irritable when we open in a new town. He frets so about the expenses and how much we will be able to earn for the temple. Perhaps we had better say a special prayer to the Lord to look after the health of His servants today. I don't like the way you look at all."
Ruth busied herself with placing the bible on the stand and making sure all of the pamphlets were distributed near the altar, keeping her back to Sister Kathleen.
"I'm fine. Really, I am," she said, knowing that sooner or later her dreadful secret would be plain for everyone to see. What would she say to Sister Kathleen when it was known?
"Well, you take good care of yourself. I don't know what I'd do without you, Sister. You're like my right hand."
"Thank you, Sister Kathleen. Don't worry about me."
The attendants opened the flaps of the large tent at several minutes after four in the afternoon and people streamed in. By four-fifteen, every seat was taken and the sweltering temperature inside the canvas meeting hall had risen five degrees. Men were wiping their foreheads and the backs of their necks with handkerchiefs and women were fanning themselves with whatever was at hand. Brother Bob struck the opening chords on the portable organ and the assembled group began to sing the familiar hymn.
Brother Richard opened the meeting with a short prayer and Sister Kathleen came before the audience. There were audible gasps as she stood there in her flowing white robe with her arms extended to the heavens. Those who had never seen her before were amazed at her youth and beauty. Having just turned twenty, Kathleen Morgan was in the full bloom of womanhood. She was of medium height, and as her rull robe gathered around her one could see a slender but well-rounded body. Kathleen wore no makeup of any kind, yet her face was radiantly beautiful. The lines were those of an artist, carefully drawn without too much emphasis in any one area. Her eyes were a pale blue and seemed to glow with a warmth of their own. Many had commented that if Kathleen would apply makeup and let her hair down she would be a double for a youthful Alice Faye.
"Brothers and sisters," she began as silence came over the assembled group, "I can't tell you how grateful I am that you came this afternoon. The Lord takes pleasure in seeing that there are still those who believe in this modern, sophisticated world. And, as both you and I know, it is only through His eyes that we can see truth."
"Amen!"
"It is only through Jesus Christ our Savior and our belief in His wisdom, goodness and mercy that there is any hope left for human beings on this earth."
"Amen!"
"But I did not come here to preach to you. That is for the fine ministers of your churches to do. You are His flock, and you must follow His words through your ministers' teachings. I have come here because our good Lord has blessed me with a marvelous power and has commanded me to share this with each of you.
"It saddens me on my tours to find that many do not understand this gift given me. Mine is not the power to heal. That belongs to the Lord. He has given me the power to communicate with Him, to bring you, His people, closer to Him."
Kathleen spoke softly, allowing both her voice and her emotions to build to a high point. The audience chanted "Amen" as she quoted from the bible, and she soon built a rhythm with the group. She paused, leaned forward and dramatically placed her hand on the book.
"There is no obstacle in life which cannot be overcome through the power of faith!"
"Amen!"
"Suffering and misery are a mystery to us, but even these can be overcome with faith. If you believe in Him; if you believe He created you; if you believe He can heal you, and if your faith is strong enough, you who suffer will be healed!"
"Amen!"
"Let us place the strength of our faith into a prayer for those in this town who suffer."
Sister Kathleen bowed her head and led the assembly in a quiet prayer. When she finished she spread her arms as if to embrace the entire audience.
On cue, Brother Bob spoke from the back of the tent.
"Sister Kathleen will now help those she can. Please approach one at a time. If there is confusion, the Sister cannot work well with those who seek her help."
A man and his wife approached, carrying their seven-year-old son between them. They explained to Sister Kathleen that the child had been deaf from birth.
"Can the child read?" Sister Kathleen asked softly.
"No, Sister. We ain't had him in school yet."
"Not even Sunday school?"
"No, Sister."
"And does he know why he's here today?"
"No, Sister."
"You must do something for this child as quickly as you can, brother and sister, but I cannot help him. You see, he must know about Jesus and accept Him as the Lord. He must have faith, or there is nothing I can do. Send him to a special school. Let him learn, and then I will do all I can to help."
"Thank you, Sister," the couple mumbled in their disappointment as they backed away.
A man in his middle fifties sitting in the first row stood up and hobbled up to the podium. He explained to Sister Kathleen that he had been stricken with constant pains in his arms and legs and was now unable to work his farm.
"Do you believe in Jesus Christ and His power?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, Sister. I've gone to church every Sunday of my life. I believe in the Lord."
"Have you prayed for him to help you in your suffering?"
"No, Sister, I haven't."
"Why not, brother?"
"Because it seemed selfish to ask Him to help me alone."
"There is nothing selfish about talking to your Lord. How long have you been in pain?"
"Near on to three years now."
"Do you have pain at this moment?"
"Yes, Sister."
"Kneel down, brother."
The man went painfully to his knees and Sister Kathleen came down from the platform and placed her hands on his shoulders while he bowed his head. She turned her head toward heaven and closed her eyes. People close by saw lines of stress crease her young forehead. Her concentration was such that her arms quivered as she kept her hands on the man's shoulders. Then suddenly she seemed to go limp. Brother Richard rushed to her side and guided her back up on the platform.
The man rose slowly, his shirt now dark and damp from his heavy perspiration. He turned to the assembly, his face covered in unbelieving wonder.
"Look," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Look! The pain is gone!
He waved his arms and then began dancing a frantic little jig. A hush fell over the audience. Most of them knew J ed Peters; they knew he hadn't been able to move like that in years.
"It's the work of the Lord!" someone chanted. "Amen!" said a chorus of voices.
Brother Bob moved quickly to the organ and the group began singing a hymn. Jed Peters dropped to his knees and kissed the hem of Sister Kathleen's robe.
"Thank you, Sister. Oh, thank you!"
"Don't thank me. Thank the Lord," she responded, touching his head gently.
Brother Richard had Jed Peters rise and sit behind Sister Kathleen on the platform. There he would serve as an example to others of the power of faith.
One by one the supplicants came forward, seeking the young girl's help. She spoke to each one quietly, asking questions and then telling those she felt she could help to come back the next day. Brother Richard made appointments for private consultations in the morning and explained that a healing session such as she had experienced with Mr. Peters always exhausted Sister Kathleen.
When the last couple had approached the altar, Brother Richard spoke to the assembly.
"Well be here for two weeks," he said, "so tell your friends and neighbors. Sister Kathleen is available to anybody, regardless of race or color. She has a marvelous gift, as you have seen this afternoon, and she wants to share it with all who need the Lord's help.
"We're planning to build a temple for Sister Kathleen, so we call on each of you to contribute what you can. Sister Kathleen never accepts money for helping people, and any contribution you make is voluntary. But we do need your help. Won't you help us to help others?"
The men and women of the group passed through the assembly with collection plates and the people reached into their pocketbooks and wallets. Each contribution was received with a warm thank you from the member of the group passing the basket and Sister Kathleen stood on the platform murmuring, "Thank you, Lord, for bringing these good people here. Take care of them and bless them all."
To conclude the meeting, Sister Kathleen led them in the stirring spiritual, He's Got The Whole World In His Hands. Brother Richard then offered a prayer, and the people slowly filed out of the tent.
"Are you exhausted, my dear?" Brother Richard asked as he and Kathleen walked slowly down the narrow lane. The sun was just setting and they were bathed in an orange glow.
"No," she replied, "my strength is beginning to come back to me now. You know how something like that drains me. Even then, I think I would have been able to help others if it hadn't been for that terrible heat. I do hope we get our temple built soon, and I hope and pray we'll be able to air-condition it."
"We will, my dear. We have over one hundred thousand dollars in the fund now, and we already own the property. It won't be long, and I promise you well air-condition it. We know what a trial all of this is for you. You've been just marvelous."
He took Kathleen's hand and squeezed it with warm affection. She didn't bother replying. Richard had known her since she was a child. He knew her every mood. How faithfully he had served her mother and father traveling the circuit with the revival meetings! Kathleen thought of her blessed parents for a moment, of how hard they had worked all those years to bring the Lord's word to the people. It seemed so unfair to have their lives snuffed out in a cruel, senseless automobile accident! They'd done so much. But Kathleen never questioned the Lord's judgment. She was His servant and she would do His will.
It had been difficult at first. They hadn't discovered her gift until she was almost sixteen. And then her parents had her heal people during the revivals. She'd had a hard time believing in herself, until she saw it work time after time. Then, when her parents died in the crash, Richard suggested they continue the good work and share her gift with as many people as possible. Gradually, they dropped the revival aspect and concentrated on Kathleen's ability to heal by faith.
The temperature began dropping as the sun set and a light evening breeze caressed the dusty plains. The two stood silently for a moment watching the last fading rays of the setting sun and then turned to walk back to the group of trailers they used for housing while on tour. Although she knew that at a moment like this she should be at peace with the world, something was nagging at Kathleen's mind.
"Brother Richard."
"Yes?"
"I don't know what it is, but I sense trouble in our group. I feel something is about to happen."
"What?"
"Nothing in particular. Maybe it's just that I'm tired, I don't know. Sister Ruth worries me. She doesn't look well, and she doesn't act like herself at times."
"Brother Bob has been worrying me," Richard confessed. "He seems so restless at times."
Kathleen halted her steps for just an instant. Restless. She knew exactly what he meant. The same feeling had been at her for several months now. There were times she wanted to jump up and scream at the top of her lungs, run away from it all, hide out in some remote spot where she could be just herself without all the followers constantly at her heels. When these moods came over her, Kathleen scolded herself. She had no right to these thoughts. She was His chosen, and her life was dedicated to His will.
"What do you think it is?" she asked.
"A combination of things. Pressure, the government asking all those questions about our organization. As if we'd cheat on taxes! And perhaps too much work. We may need a rest, Sister Kathleen. All of us have been working very hard."
"But it's the Lord's will."
"I know, and we're all as dedicated as you are, Sister. But perhaps we'd better serve the Lord if we all took a brief rest and returned to His work fresh."
"I will think on it, Brother Richard. We'd better retire now and rest for tomorrow's work. I must pray and ask Him for guidance."
Richard nodded and squeezed her arm in warm affection as they parted and headed for their separate trailers. What Kathleen needs, Richard told himself, is a strong husband to give her love and the strength of marriage. But he knew that was never to be. Her parents had raised her very strictly and Kathleen neither understood nor desired the physical bond between a man and a woman. She avoided all such contact rigidly and was disgusted when people came to her for help with their sex problems. It was something that concerned Richard. The life she led was not a natural one, but then she was not a normal girl. The thing which disturbed him most, however, was Kathleen's naive belief in people, and he did everything he could to insulate her from some of the ugly sides of human nature.
Ruth stood by the small window over the kitchen sink in the trailer watching Sister Kathleen walk slowly toward the large camper she used as her private quarters. She stopped stirring the stew for a moment and felt her body tense. Ruth wanted to drop the ladle and run out to Sister Kathleen. She felt so all alone. Sister Elaine was forty-three, almost twenty years her senior, and Sister Mary was approaching fifty. It was little comfort to the young girl to live in the tight confines of this large trailer with two women so much older. Even if Mary was her mother's sister, Ruth never felt like she could talk to the older woman. Not really talk.
And now there was this awful thing. Those few weak moments with Brother Bob and now a child was growing inside her. Ruth dared not tell Bob. He would insist on marrying her, but he was almost as old as Sister Elaine and Ruth simply did not love him. They'd let their bodies carry them away with the romance of a moonlight night, that was all.
Ruth knew she would be asked to leave the group once her secret was known. No matter how close she and Sister Kathleen had been, the other girl's attitude toward sex was too rigid to permit such a transgression. But Ruth held hope against hope that she would be able to explain what had happened to Sister Kathleen, to gain her sympathy and understanding. She just couldn't leave the group! It had been her whole life, and since her mother and father had died in that car accident with Sister Kathleen's parents, Ruth had leaned on the younger girl.
If there were only some other way! Ruth despised herself for her weakness, but she knew she would again put it off in the hope of finding some solution to her problem.
CHAPTER FOUR
Both Nick and Tommy were exhausted when they pulled up in front of the Guthrie Hotel. They'd been on the road for sixteen straight hours, stopping only three times to gas the Pontiac and grab a bite to eat. Nick sighed as he unfolded his body and climbed out of the car.
"This was once the capital of the state," he said to Tommy as they unlocked the trunk and pulled their bags out, placing them on the sidewalk. "And this old hotel was really quite a place in its day."
"Looks like a flea trap to me," Tommy said, yawning.
"It's seen its day all right. But it'll do for a good rest tonight Tomorrow we'll scout the town and see what's going on. If we decide to stay a few days, well find us a nice boarding house."
The elevator, almost as antiquated as the hotel, inched its way up to the third floor, and the fifty-year-old bellboy led them down a wide hall to their room.
"What a dump!" Tommy said as the bellboy pocketed Nick's quarter tip and closed the door behind him.
"Wait'll you see this bathtub," Nick laughed from the bathroom.
Tommy went in and chuckled when he saw the old-fashioned tub, three feet long and about as deep.
"How come they got the beds sitting out away from the wall like that? " Tommy asked.
"To keep roaches from climbing the wall and jumping on the bed."
"What a dump!"
"Come on, Tommy, let's hit the sack and get a long sleep behind us."
Both men were asleep the minute their heads hit the pillow and they slept almost until noon the next day. They bathed as best they could and put on fresh clothes to go downstairs to the coffee shop. The waitress gave them an argument about serving breakfast so late, but finally gave in when Nick turned on all of his charm. Ravenous, they packed away minute steaks, eggs, hotcakes, toast and grits, and washed this down with cup after cup of coffee.
"That's better," Tommy commented, gulping down his fourth cup of hot coffee.
"Makes you feel like a new man, doesn't it?" said Nick. "Now let's get out and see what kind of action there is in this town."
"We goin' to stay here?"
"That all depends. It might make a good base for us. There are plenty of farm communities near by. We'll spend the afternoon surveying the potential. You hit the high school and the local recreation center. Buddy up to the fellows and ask the usual questions. Ill check and see what kind of doctors they have in this burg. By dinner time we ought to have some idea of what Guthrie is like."
"What about the local hospital?"
"Ill drop by there and see if there's anything going on. You stick with the kids. If it looks good, lay some groundwork. Ill meet you back here about six, okay?"
Tommy nodded and limped across the lobby and out onto the street. Nick had complete confidence in him. He knew Tommy would hang around the schoolyard after school, talking to the boys. He'd talk about a friend of his who had a girl in trouble and ask if they knew anybody who could take care of the girl. Tommy had a way with boys, and Nick knew he'd gain their confidence quickly. Then, if things looked good, Tommy could go back and tell the boys he'd found somebody. The word would spread and Tommy would arrange things for any of the boys who had a gal in the same shape.
It was a smooth operation; it had worked in town after town. Nick, meanwhile, would check out the various doctors by simply talking to people. In a small town like this, everyone knew how the doctors felt about certain things. And he'd head for the hospital to see if any young intern was moonlighting with abortions for friends or to pick up a few bucks for the lean year.
A few '"ell placed questions would tell them all about a town in just a matter of hours. Of course, it was always wise to check out the local police--see if they were open to payoffs. Most were, if you approached them right. But that could wait until tomorrow when they'd made up their minds if they were going to stay and set up an operation for a while.
By five that afternoon, Nick knew all he needed to know. The climate was favorable in Guthrie. Four of the five doctors were deacons of their church, and the fifth was over sixty-five. You couldn't get birth control pills at the local pharmacies without a prescription. Nick had tried. And there was nothing going on at the local hospital to speak of. He didn't like the fact that Oklahoma law permitted young marriages and that some of the border towns were known as marriage mills, but Nick felt relatively confident that he had little, if any, real competition in the area.
Tommy confirmed this as they had a beer before dinner.
"The kids say you have to go to Oklahoma City," he commented. "There's a gal down there running a clinic. She charges five bills and won't touch a girl for a penny less."
"That must be Molly Williams," Nick said. "I've heard she had a neat set-up here in Oklahoma somewhere. She's paying off everybody in the state, but they say she's really cleaning up."
"One guy looked a little anxious, but I didn't see any real signs of interest. Maybe the kids don't fuck around in this town."
"They fuck around everywhere, Tommy. Make no mistake about that. From what we've both learned, I'd say it's worth sticking around for a few days. Tomorrow I'll find us a place to work from and you can go back and lay the groundwork. If nothing happens in a few days, well move on. We can check the little farm communities in the meantime. We'll get some business here. I feel it in my bones."
Nick paid for the beers and the two walked over to the coffee shop to order dinner. They ordered the chef's special and were just finishing their soup when a husky, feminine voice behind him froze Nick's hand with the soup spoon in mid-air.
"Nick Potter!"
Nick turned slowly, every muscle in his body tense. He didn't like being recognized anywhere, and the fact that someone knew his name always frightened him. When he saw the tall, buxom brunette standing behind him, Nick relaxed and smiled.
"Stella! What a small world. Tommy, you remember Stella Thatcher. She had that little place in Birmingham."
"Sure, Stella, how are you?" Tommy was genuinely pleased. He remembered Stella and the whorehouse she ran in Birmingham, and how she had treated them to a real sex party that night after Doc Nick had taken care of one of her girls for her.
"Come on, Stella," Nick said, sliding over in the booth. "Join us for dinner."
"I'd better not, Doc. I've been working with some guys you don't want to know. One of them might drift in here. You staying in the hotel? "
"Yeah."
"Give me your room number and I'll drop up later on and well have a chat. Hope you've got some bourbon."
"You know I do, Stella. Best there is. We're in room three-eleven."
"See ya later on, then," Stella said, smiling as she turned and walked to the other end of the coffee shop and settled into a booth.
"Wonder what the hell she's doing up here?" Tommy said.
"Me too, Tommy. Well find out, and if there's any action at all in the town, Stella will know about it. I've known her for years and years, and she's one smart gal."
They finished their dinner and Nick sent Tommy out to the car to bring in a bottle of Jack Daniels. He had the bellboy bring up a plastic bucket of ice and they sat in the room waiting for Stella. She knocked about a half an hour later.
Tommy watched her walk across the room and perch on the edge of a bed while Doc mixed them all drinks. He guessed she was about thirty-five, and he couldn't help but admire her body. She was tall, with long, tapering legs and large, heavy breasts that stuck out a mile in front of her. Her waist was narrow, but her hips flared out to give Stella a voluptuous appearance that made men look twice. Tommy remembered that the last time he had seen Stella she'd been wearing her hair in a huge beehive, but now she had it falling in soft waves down to her shoulders. It was raven black with a tint of blue glistening as the light touched it.
"You still scraping twats, Doc?" Stella asked with a chuckle.
"Yes, the same old racket, I'm afraid. Milking the small towns for a little bread here and there, but it ain't so bad. How about you? Still have a house and some girls working for you?"
"Not now. They busted me in Birmingham last year. The fuzz had a big shake-up and old Stella was holding the wrong cards. I was paying off the wrong guy, so they racked me good."
Nick passed the drinks around and Tommy took his with a quivering hand. He liked to hear a girl talk like that. It excited the hell out of him. And the fact that Stella was a whore sent little tingles running through Tommy's groin. She fucked. God, he'd love to sink his cock in something like that! A gal who fucked and made no bones about it!
"I'm sorry to hear that, Stella," Nick said as he sat down on the other bed and lighted a cigarette.
"They give you a bad time?" Tommy asked.
"Not too bad, Tommy. The judge was a steady customer of mine, so the whole thing died fast. But they put the feds on me and that's been a real pain in the ass!"
"The feds?" Nick said.
"Internal revenue. They made up a big, fancy tax bill they said I owed, and they haven't been off my back since. That's why I'm up here in this godforsaken part of the country. I couldn't pay those back taxes they said I owed, and they threatened to toss me in prison. Then one of their bright boys decided that if I'd cooperate with them on some investigations--sorta work undercover for them--they'd give me a break and adjust the taxes for me."
"They turned you into a stoolie?" Nick said with a laugh.
"They think they have. Only for six months, though, and that's up next week. We just finished this thing on the Sister Kathleen group here, so I think they'll probably let me off now. What in the hell are you two doing here in Guthrie?"
"Trying to pick up a few honest bucks, that's all."
"Oh, fuck you, Nick!" Stella said sarcastically. "You think I like being a fink?"
"Don't bust a gut, Stella. I was just giving you a little of the old needle. What's the action here in Guthrie?"
Stella let out a long, raucous laugh.
"Action? In Guthrie, Oklahoma? Come on, Nick, you must be slipping."
Nick stood up and walked over to Stella. She handed him her empty glass and he went to the bathroom to make another drink.
"Well, you know," he called over his shoulder, "a guy has to make a living. I just thought you might have heard of something which would help me."
"I've spent almost a whole week with that faith healer's group. Believe me, I know from nothing!"
Tommy wanted to get up and fix himself another drink, but he didn't want Stella to see his hard-on. Just watching and listening to her had excited him and he knew his pants would bulge if he stood up. He jiggled the ice cubes around in the bottom of his glass and drained the last sip from his drink. When Doc Nick walked back into the room with fresh drinks, Tommy stood up quickly and made his way to the bathroom, using Nick's body to cover him as he moved past Stella.
"What's the faith healer bit?" Nick asked. "Any action there?"
"Plenty! But not our kind, Doc. It's a religious group that travels around with this gal who heals sick people. The feds have been looking at them ever since they found out the group has over a hundred grand in the bank. That's a lot of bread for a tent show."
"You can say that again," Doc Nick said with a long whistle. "A hundred grand!"
"Yeah, and they've checked it out from top to bottom, believe me. Not a thing on them, though. They're straight and narrow. Nothing phony. The gal really heals people, and they don't charge a penny. Just contributions, that's all. And no one takes a salary or anything. They just keep banking the loot. The feds want part of the action, but they can't get a penny. It's a non-profit, religious organization."
"They don't pay any taxes on that kind of income?" Nick asked incredulously.
"Not a cent. It's a sweet racket. They take in two or three hundred a day, and sometimes a lot more when this Sister Kathleen can heal some wealthy guy. The feds had me there all week working on the inside, trying to trick them and find out something hanky panky. You know how I hate the religious groups. I didn't mind this job at all, and believe me, if there was anything at all I could have hung on them, I would have. But they were clean--really clean."
Tommy came back into the room, satisfied that the bulge in his pants was no longer visible and carrying his drink casually. He'd have to be careful how much he had to drink. Doc Nick didn't like him drunk and alcohol always acted quickly on his system. He told himself he'd just sip this drink slowly and be careful what he said.
"Where are you headin' after this?" Nick asked Stella, standing and walking to the window to gaze down at the dark, empty street below. An idea was already formulating in his mind, but Nick wanted to play it out and digest it thoroughly before he said anything to anyone.
"Gee, Doc, I don't know. Ill have to stay out of Alabama, and with these feds watching me, I'll have to find a way to break out and set up again quietly. I thought maybe I'd manage to disappear for a while and find me a new city somewhere. I'd like to open a house again, but I'll have to be damned careful. You got any ideas?"
"Nothing concrete, Stella. I just thought we might team up in something and make a big score. You could probably use a good stake, and so could I."
"Sounds good. What have you got in mind?"
"Like I said, nothing in particular. But if we put our heads together, well come up with something."
"The feds have been picking up my tabs, but if they drop me now that'll be it for old Stella. I'm flat. I could use a good stake."
"Amen," said Tommy.
"You guys flat too?"
"No," Doc Nick said with a smile. "I've always got a couple of grand put aside. I can finance us while we come up with something."
"Say, that reminds me," Stella said as she stood up, straightened her dress and walked over to stand by Nick at the window.
"What?"
"Tommy's 'Amen'. It reminded me of a young gal in that religious group. Her name was Sister Ruth. I hung pretty tight with her this week because she's young and not too smart. I'd swear she's knocked up because she kept asking me about finding a discreet doctor."
"Sounds like a customer."
"Yeah," Stella continued, "but she hasn't got a dime. Ill bet on that. You know how those religious deals are. They probably give her a place to sack in and some food to eat, but I'll bet she never sees a nickel in hard cash. She was sort of a cute little piece, though. I'd like to get my hands on her in bed."
"What?" Tommy said, his voice a little startled.
"Stella goes both ways, Tommy," Nick explained.
"Yeah, I'll make it with a man for money, and sometimes for fun, but I get my real kicks with a girl. And the younger and more innocent, the better."
Nick picked up the glasses and went to the bathroom to make fresh drinks. Tommy stared at Stella openly. God, wouldn't he love to see her making it with some girl! There was an uneasy silence in the room as the three minds worked independently. Stella nervously lighted a cigarette and stared down at the street. She had hoped Nick would have a plan for them when he mentioned joining forces, and she was worried about the future. At least Nick had some bread to get them by on.
"Who runs that religious group?" Nick asked as he handed Stella her fresh drink.
"A guy named Brother Richard is in charge of the money and all, but I guess you'd say Sister Kathleen was the real boss. They all do whatever she wants them to."
"What about this Sister Ruth you mentioned?"
"She's close to Sister Kathleen. They're about the same age. But she doesn't have any authority, if that's what you mean. What are you getting at, Doc?"
"Nothing--yet But I'm wondering if we couldn't make a real score with that hundred grand."
"You'd never get close to that. Brother Richard is so tight he squeaks! And he's no dummy, either."
"But it's worth looking into, isn't it?" Nick pressed.
"Well--maybe. Yeah, I guess it is. If you could figure out something, we'd have a good stake."
Tommy was watching Nick closely. He'd seen the look on Nick's face only once before, and that was when they'd made that big stake in the tri-city area. He knew Nick was already working on a plan, and Tommy hoped this was the break they'd been waiting for. "Say!" Stella exclaimed. "Why don't we use this Sister Ruth?"
"That's just what I was thinking," Doc Nick replied.
"I mean really use her. You two still ball some of the chicks before you scrape their twats, don't you?"
"Sure."
"Well, look... let's say this Sister Ruth is 'tap city'. And let's say she needs an abortion real bad. Why don't you and I ball the hell out of her first? Tommy can hide and take all kinds of photos of us balling her. Then, maybe we can use those later as a persuader if we need something from her. Meanwhile, you run the spoon up her and get rid of the kid."
"Think shell stand still for the two of us balling her?" Doc asked.
"That depends on how bad she wants to get rid of that kid. I think she's pretty damned desperate. Anyway, you've talked some reluctant ones into balling, haven't you?"
"You may be right. Photos like that could give us a wedge when we need it."
"You don't even have to buy a camera. The feds issued me a special one to use. You don't have to have flashbulbs or anything. All you do is click away. Tommy can handle it easy."
Nick began pacing back and forth in front of the window, his hands clasped tightly behind his back.
"We're really flying blind on this one," he said, tension obvious in his voice, "but I think we may be onto something big. Think the feds will take that camera away from you? "
"They might Tomorrow afternoon we're supposed to wrap the whole thing up with a report."
"Then we'd better move before tomorrow afternoon. Can you get to Sister Ruth without anybody suspecting what you're up to?"
"Easy."
"Okay. Tell her you ran into me here at the hotel, that I'm a famous doctor. Tell her I'm just stopping for one day, but that you're sure I could solve her little problem in a matter of an hour or two."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Dr. Carter, this is the young lady I spoke to you about," Stella said as Nick opened the door to his hotel room. He was dressed conservatively in a charcoal gray suit and a black tie. It seemed like a lot of trouble, but the first impression in a situation like this was always important.
"How do you do, Miss...."
"Ruth... Ruth Smith," Ruth replied, taking his hand and allowing herself to be guided into the room.
"Doctor," Stella said, remaining in the door, "I've explained to Miss Smith that you're not licensed to practice in this state, that you're really just passing through, and she'll appreciate whatever you can do for her. I'll leave you two alone for a moment, but you can reach me in my room if you need me."
"Thank you, Miss Johnson," Nick responded in a businesslike tone. As soon as the door was closed, Nick pulled the single chair in the room out and indicated that Ruth should sit down. He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Miss Johnson told me you had a problem you'd like to discuss with me."
Ruth squirmed in her chair. This was undoubtedly one of the most embarrassing and uncomfortable moments in her young life. She was so nervous her hands trembled and her stomach was going through minor spasms. But she had to talk to somebody. And, after all, he was a doctor.
"I'm afraid I'm in an embarrassing position, Doctor," she muttered.
"Tell me about it. And don't be embarrassed with me. Doctors hear just about everything there is to hear in this world. You won't shock me, I assure you."
Ruth hesitated for a moment, and then decided she could hold it inside no longer.
"I'm pregnant, Doctor."
"Well, that's wonderful!"
"No, you don't understand. I'm not married, and, worst of all, I'm a member of a religious group. Nothing could be worse!
"I see," Nick said softly. This one was really desperate. He could see that her entire body was quivering as she sat there, watching him "How long have you been in this condition?"
"Two months--actually ten weeks."
"Well, now that isn't so bad. A simple, safe operation could take care of this for you. It's done all the time. It would be all over within an hour. You might feel uncomfortable for a few hours, but that's all there is to it" Relief flooded Ruth's face and her entire body seemed to relax.
"Could you? I mean, would you?"
Nick stood up quickly and walked nervously to the window.
"Hold on, there, Miss Smith. I thought you'd just come to me for advice, friendly advice. The operation you're suggesting is highly illegal--even if I were licensed to practice in this state. It's quite dangerous for a doctor to even discuss this. You're asking me to break the law, Miss Smith."
"I know, but I...." Ruth began. A deep sob broke her voice and tears began cascading down her young cheeks.
"Of course, I think the law is ridiculous," Nick added, when he feared she might go into hysterics. "And, just between us, I won't say that I haven't helped dozens of girls in my own town when they had a problem like yours. It just seems so senseless to bring a baby into this world when it will ruin the mother's life."
"Then you will?" Ruth asked, wiping the tears from her eyes and grabbing at hope again.
"I didn't say that, Miss Smith. I just said that I've done it a number of times before. What you're asking is for me to risk my entire career and even jail for you."
Ruth was beside herself. Her fingers clasped the fabric of her dress and twisted as she desperately sought some way to convince this man to help her. He was her only hope, she knew that. If he'd just help her, her life would be beautiful again.
Nick watched her carefully. He knew she was at the right point and he was proud of the way he had brought her along. Stella was right She was a pretty girl, even if her terribly severe and plain clothes concealed her body and her lack of makeup make her look like a nun. He was certain those clothes covered a well-rounded body and he was anxious to get on with it, but he knew he would have to play the entire game with this one.
"Doctor Carter, I know I'm asking a lot of you. I'm ashamed of myself for asking you to put yourself in a position like this for someone you don't even know, but I simply can't help it I have no one else to turn to. I have twenty-five dollars saved up, and I'll give you every penny I have to help me."
Nick had to fight down the impulse to laugh long and hard. Twenty-five dollars! Obviously this girl had no concept of money.
"Miss Smith," he began as kindly as he could, "I don't want to upset you, but twenty-five dollars wouldn't even pay for the antibiotics and medicine I would have to give you. An operation such as you desire would normally cost one thousand dollars."
"Ohhhhhh!"
The sound coming from her young lips was more like a plaintive wail than an exclamation. She was not only shocked, but Ruth felt every thread of hope burn away. She fought back her desire to drop her head into her hands and cry. All these weeks she had desperately prayed she would find a doctor who would take care of her situation, and now she realized those hopes and prayers had all been in vain.
Nick remained silent for a moment, timing himself to the very last second. He knew she was about to break down, and now was the moment to close in.
"You're such a pretty girl," he said kindly. "Perhaps...." She looked up quickly, a tiny ray of hope shining in her green eyes. Nick began quietly, tossing her just a sliver of hope and then explaining what a lonely man he was since his wife had passed away. The approach was subtle, wrapped in sympathetic words and phrases, but the message was plain enough even for Ruth to understand. When she protested that she "wasn't that kind of girl," Nick reminded her of the condition she was in and how she had gotten that way. Surely once more, one small hour out of her life with the man who was going to help her, wouldn't be too much to ask.
Ruth didn't know what to say. How could she go to bed with a perfect stranger, even if he was nice and going to help her? It was against everything she believed in. She shuddered at the very thought of letting him touch her that way. Ruth wanted to run out of the room, but something held her glued to the small wooden chair. He was her only hope. She knew that now. Even if she found another doctor, he would ask for a thousand dollars--a sum Ruth could never come up with. Oh God, how did things get like this? "Isn't there some other way?" she stammered. "Something else I could do for you? I need your help so much!"
"No, my dear. You're probably right. We shouldn't even think of something like this. It was just that I was so lonely and you are so very attractive... I thought... But, no, perhaps you'd better go now...."
"No," Ruth interrupted.
"But you don't find me attractive, Ruth," Nick said slowly, playing the fish with plenty of line now that he was certain it was well hooked.
"It's not that at all," she said quickly, trying to make her voice convincing. "It's just... It's just that I've never done anything like this before."
"Then you're willing?"
"You won't hurt me?"
"Of course not. Well have a grand time together. And you won't have to worry about a thing. I'll perform the operation immediately afterward and you'll return home a new woman."
Nick knew that she had agreed, but he wanted to force her to say so. He stood quietly at the window and stared directly into her eyes.
"All... all right," she murmured.
Nick walked slowly to the young girl and took her into his arms. He held her tightly for a moment while she shuddered, and when she was showing signs of relaxing he took her face and brought her lips to his in a gentle kiss. She's cold and scared to death, he told himself as he felt her tight mouth against his, but she'll warm up before long. He held her in a warm embrace until he knew she was calm and relaxed. Then he said that he would call down and make sure no one would interrupt them while she took her clothes off. He felt her stiffen as he mentioned getting undressed, but Nick knew she would now do what he told her.
He whispered Stella's room number into the mouthpiece of the phone and waited for her to answer.
"This is Doctor Carter in three-eleven," he said when he heard Stella's voice. "I will be in an important conference for about two hours. Please see that nobody disturbs me... thank you."
Nick hung up knowing that Stella would wait about fifteen minutes and then slip into the room using the key he had given her. It was just too much to spring Stella on the young girl at the beginning, but once they had her naked and in bed she would have to go along with whatever they wanted. Nick also knew that Tommy had been listening for the phone call and would now open the bathroom door a crack and begin taking photos. He let his eyes dart to the bathroom door and saw it move just a fraction of an inch. Good!
When he turned back, Nick found Ruth standing next to the chair, fully dressed.
"Come, my dear, you must undress. We can't make love with our clothes on, and you'll have to be nude for the operation afterward."
"This is so very difficult for me, Doctor," she pleaded.
Nick knew she wanted him to undress her, to play the part of the lover, but he was determined not to. It was time this one came down off her pedestal. Besides, they wanted some photos of her willingly taking her clothes off. He crossed his arms and waited.
It took every ounce of Ruth's will to move her hands up and begin unbuttoning her plain dress. Her only comfort was the knowledge that in just two brief hours this would all be behind her, that she would be back at the trailer, safe and no longer pregnant. What a blessing that would be, to return to her normal life without this horrible thing hanging over her head! Her fingers shook as she pulled her dress down and stepped out of it, but Ruth tensed her body and steeled her mind to the fact that she was turning herself--body and soul--over to this man for two hours.
The click of the camera sounded like thunder in Tommy's ears, and he was relieved to see that obviously no one in the room had heard it. When Ruth pulled her slip over her head and stood there in just her bra and panties, Tommy felt a tingling sensation in his crotch. God, she has quite a figure! His tongue darted out to lick his lips when she put her hands behind her back to unsnap her bra. Her breasts jutted out and quivered as she slipped it off one shoulder and then the other.
Even Nick drew a sharp breath when Ruth bared her luscious breasts. What a set of tits! There should be a law against hiding something, as nice as that under such a plain dress! His eyes fastened on the two lovely mounds, round and full, yet pointed with two beautiful little nipples that were a dark rose color. No wonder some guy had pounded the meat to her!
"You have a lovely body, Ruth," he commented. "Now pull your panties down so I can see your pretty cunt."
Ruth blushed all over at the sound of the vulgar word, yet at the same time it strangely excited her. Nick knew she had gone too far to pull back now, and he was going to break her in as quickly as he could, so he and Stella could really enjoy her.
She hesitated for a moment and then hooked her thumbs inside the band around her waist and pulled her panties down. When she bent down to pull them below her ankles and step out of them, her breasts bobbed and the nipples brushed against her arms.
Tommy was faithfully snapping the shutter for some excellent shots of Ruth taking her clothes off, but his hard-on was throbbing against his pants. The sight of the soft, auburn hair covering the lips of her cunt sent shivers running through him. He reached down and began unzipping his fly while he held the camera ready with his other hand.
Ruth felt so strange, so awkward standing there in the nude with the doctor staring at her. She could see the lust in his eyes and it frightened her. It was all she could do to keep from grabbing her clothes from the floor and running out of the room, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Nick couldn't wait any longer. His blood was now racing through his veins and he could feel his hard cock jerking around in his pants. Quickly and deftly, he tore his clothes off, letting them drop to the floor at his feet.
"OOOOOHHHHHHhhh!" Ruth exclaimed, when Nick dropped his shorts and his huge penis jumped forth to point straight at her.
Without hesitating a second, Nick went to her and took her in his arms. He felt her large breasts press against his chest and he dug his prick into her belly as he began kissing her. She held her mouth tightly shut at first, but Nick pried it open and darted his tongue inside. His hands dropped to her buttocks and spread them gently, working his finger up between her legs as they kissed. She tried to squirm, but Nick found his target and quickly dug the tip of his finger inside the tight opening.
He held her like that, kissing her and running the tip of his finger around, just inside the lips of her cunt, until he felt her relax and beads of moisture began forming around her cuntal opening. Then he walked her slowly across the room to the large bed and eased her down.
First he would get her good and hot. Then he'd make her toe the mark. He dropped his lips down, caressing her chin and neck with a series of gentle, wet kisses, and then swooped down to capture a ripe nipple between his lips. While he sucked and nibbled at the dainty morsel, he forced her thighs apart and got his fingers into her crotch. Spreading the lips of her cunt wide apart, Nick found the clitoris and began massaging it.
This double assault on her senses had Ruth reeling. She wanted to fight him, to push him away, but what he was doing to her had started a fire inside her. Ruth's breath came in short gasps, and she heard herself beginning to moan.
Nick let the lovely nipple pop out of his hungry mouth and then traced a wet trail down her body with his tongue. Grasping her thighs in his hands, he pulled them open and dropped his face between the warm flesh.
"No!" she said. "I've never done that! Please. It's disgusting."
"You're going to do plenty today you've never done before," Nick said in a firm voice.
He dropped his head further and darted his tongue out of his mouth to run little love paths inside the lips of her vaginal opening. She squirmed and tried to push his head away, but when he placed the flat of his tongue against her clitoris and began licking firmly, Ruth lost all resistance. Her hands went to her head and began pulling at her long, auburn tresses as she felt wave after wave of pleasure race through her system. How could anything so naughty feel so good?
Before she realized what was happening to her, Ruth experienced a small orgasm. But Nick didn't stop. He just kept licking and nibbling until she was on an even higher plane, her whole body consumed with a burning passion she had never felt before.
Suddenly, he stopped and pulled back.
"Please... please don't stop," she pleaded.
"You like that?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes! Please...."
"Okay," Nick said. "But first I want a better view of what I'm eating. Spread your legs as far apart as you can and lift your knees in the air."
She knew it was obscene, but Ruth couldn't help herself. He'd started a fire inside her which had to be satisfied. She spread her legs and then lifted her knees high off the bed.
"Now take your hands and use your fingers to spread the lips of your cunt," he commanded.
Ruth blushed when she remembered how she used to touch herself there when she was a child and the pleasure it brought her. She couldn't do that in front of a stranger!
"Spread them if you want to feel my tongue down there again!"
Slowly, Ruth's hands came down between her legs. Her long tapered fingers moved forward and opened the flower of her womanhood for him to see. Nick stared at it with satisfaction. She was taking his orders now. Soon she would be doing some of the things he had planned for her. He looked at the pink skin, moist and warm, with tiny folds that all went to the darker, red hole. Watching the expression on her face, he lowered his head and again began licking her clitoris. His cheeks were resting on her fingers and his nose was propped on the top of her luscious slit as he pushed her quickly up the ladder of desire. When her head began tossing from side to side and her breath came in long, labored pants, Nick increased his tempo.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned, as she once again went into a prolonged orgasm, her body melting under the flame of her desire and her thighs coming in to lock his wonderful head between her legs.
When he finally managed to pull his head away from her crotch, Nick sat up on the bed next to her.
"Now you can do the same for me," he said.
"Oh, no, please," she whined. "I've never done anything like that before. I couldn't. I just couldn't!"
"Oh, I think you can," he said as he got on his knees and moved over her face with his heavy cock held in his hand. She tried to move her face away, but Nick's hand shot down and grabbed her chin. He applied pressure with his fingers until a pained expression appeared in her eyes and her mouth popped open. Then he jerked his hips and with his hand guided his long cock between her soft, pliant lips.
Ruth gasped as she felt it slide into her mouth like a wet snake, and the salty taste permeated her senses to make her feel almost nauseated. It completely filled her mouth as he shoved harder and harder against her, and she felt the inflamed head lodge itself deep in her throat. His pubic hair was grinding into her lips and chin, and she could feel his heavy balls hanging down against her tender neck.
Tommy clicked two perfect shots of the girl swallowing Doc Nick's cock and then opened the door a bit further as he heard the hall door close. He looked quickly at the bed to see if Ruth had heard it, but she was too engrossed with the huge instrument in her mouth to hear Stella walk quietly into the room. Stella put her finger to her lips, warning Tommy to be quiet, and then quickly began taking her clothes off.
Once she was nude, Stella approached the bed silently and went to her knees on the floor between Ruth's thrashing legs. She stared at the open flower before her for a moment, and then slowly moved her head forward.
Ruth was fighting for her breath. Nick was sawing his long cock in and out of her mouth without mercy and his balls beat a rhythm against her throat. It was all she could do to keep from being sick, and then a pleasant sensation raced from her vagina to her brain. It was that wonderful fire again, only this time even more demanding. She felt the tongue running in tiny circles around the inside of her vulva, and then groaned as sharp teeth grasped her clitoris and began a biting that almost drove her wild. At the instant it all began, Ruth knew that it could not be the doctor. His head was above her. She knew something was wrong and she wanted it to stop, but her body wasn't hers, and it slowly gave itself over to the intense pleasure she was experiencing.
Tommy snapped another photo and then put the camera down for a moment to open his fly completely and take his massive prick out. The ache was more than he could bear. He'd never seen a girl get it like Ruth was getting it, and the sight of Stella's ample ass staring at him with her cunt hanging down like a black satchel while she gobbled away at Ruth's twat was too much. He could even imagine that it was his cock sunk in the young girl's mouth instead of Doc Nick's. Once he had it free of his pants, Tommy began running his hand up and down the thick shaft as he watched. He reached down and picked up the camera again and held it near his eye to take photos as they changed positions.
Nick wanted to time this perfectly. He wanted Ruth good and hot, so hot she'd beg Stella to lick her off. When she was just right, Nick would pull his cock out of her mouth and back away so she could see Stella down there, chewing on her crotch. She'd have to be beyond the point of no return, though, or she'd fight it. And meanwhile he'd have to exercise iron control over himself. He was ready to explode and he didn't want to do that until later. He had his own orgasm all planned. It would be with his prick deep inside this little girl's belly, so he had to hold himself back now. And that was becoming more and more difficult to do. The feel of her warm mouth encircling his cock and her soft neck caressing his inflated balls was really getting to him. He slowed his sawing movement and let his cock rest on her cupped tongue for a moment.
The writhing of her body told him Ruth was close to exploding under Stella's tongue, and when he heard a strangled moan grow deep in her young throat he pulled back quickly. His prick slid out of her mouth and he moved his body aside so Ruth would have a perfect view of Stella between her legs.
Ruth's body had given itself over completely to the magic sensations growing between her thighs, but when she opened her eyes, as Nick's cock slid out of her mouth, she gasped. It was a girl kissing her down there! That same girl who had brought her here to the doctor! Oh God! She commanded her arms to swing on the bobbing head between her legs, but her body refused to obey. It was all consumed in what was happening to it and Ruth felt her passion continue to soar.
She broke into tears as she felt her hips begin moving her vagina against the horrible woman's face. How could she be like this? Couldn't she control herself? Didn't she have a shred of decency left?
"Aaaaaaaaiiieeeeeeeee!" she moaned as her body exploded into what seemed like a thousand tiny fragments. She was sobbing wildly, and tears ran down her face in streams, but Ruth wasn't certain whether she was crying from the shame of what was happening to her or from the fantastic pleasure the woman's mouth had given her.
"Did you like that, darling?" Stella said in her husky voice as she brought her face up from Ruth's crotch. Ruth could see her cum all over the brunette's mouth and chin, tiny streams dripping down like blood from the mouth of a beast which had just eaten its prey.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she sobbed, tossing her head to one side and closing her eyes to shut out the nightmare vision she would never forget as long as she lived.
"She liked it," Nick said with a chuckle. "She went off, didn't she?"
"Did she ever!" Stella responded, bending down to wipe her face on the bedspread.
"I think she should do the same for you," Nick said. "And I'll give her a ride she won't forget for a while when she does."
Nick turned around and waved to Tommy to come silently into the room so he could get some good close shots of what they were about to do. Tommy had known Doc Nick long enough not to be embarrassed about having his hard-on out, so he moved quietly through the door and across the room, always taking care to stay out of Ruth's line of vision. He'd already come once, splattering it all over the inside of the bathroom door, and he was hard and excited again.
"Come on, Ruth my dear," Nick said in a firm voice. "It's time for you to return Stella's favor."
"NO! NO! Please-I can't!"
"Climb up on her face, Stella. I'm sure shell see reason if you take care of those nice titties of hers."
"Let me turn around. I want to watch you feed it to her while she eats me," Stella said as she twisted around and straddled Ruth's face. Ruth tried to strike out at her, but Stella quickly placed her knees on Ruth's arms and pinned them to the bed.
Ruth tried to close her eyes, but she couldn't. She was staring straight up into a dark jungle of matted black hair. She could see the moist, red skin of Stella's vagina, and it was coming closer and closer to her face! The odor of urine and sex wafted to her nostrils and sickened her. What was the matter with these people? Were they the devil in disguise? Is this what she was to receive as punishment for those few weak moments with Brother Bob?
Her vision was limited to the pulsating cunt above her mouth, but Ruth could feel fingers grasp her nipples and hold them tight. She also felt hands roughly pulling her thighs apart. The fingers on her nipples pinched hard and Ruth screamed.
"That's just a mild taste of what I'll do to you if you don't start licking me like I licked you," Stella's voice purred. She gave the soft nipples another pinch and heard Ruth groan again. "You'd better get that tongue wet, darling!"
Ruth knew she was in the hands of two sadists now, and she correctly guessed that Stella would soon draw blood if Ruth didn't do what she wanted. The stench of Stella's cunt was overpowering, but Ruth opened her mouth and forced her tongue up between the thick lips which hung over her mouth.
"That's better, darling," Stella purred. "I wouldn't want to hurt you, but I would if I had to."
Tommy moved around, behind the bed, and shot two close shots of Ruth's face buried in Stella's crotch. Ruth's eyes were closed, so he moved in for a real close up showing Ruth's nose wavering close to Stella's puckered, brown asshole and her tongue moving tentatively into the deep, red slit.
Nick reached out and parted the lips of Ruth's cunt with his fingers and then guided his cock to the warm opening. Once he had it lodged just inside the bright, red hole, he jerked his hips hard and sunk it all the way up her.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuuughhhuuuummmmppppppphhhhhh!"
Ruth's scream was muffled by Stella's vulva covering her helpless face. Stella pressed down hard to cover the noise. They didn't want anybody in the hotel suspicious about what was going on in this room.
Ruth almost fainted from the pain. She could feel every inch, every vein of the huge member sunk so deep inside her, and she was positive he had torn her entire body apart with that hard lunge. As if that wasn't enough for her to endure, Stella twisted her nipples hard again to keep her tongue active. Ruth felt as though she was in a torture chamber with demons working on every inch of her body. She had to ease the pain somehow. It was more than she could endure. Her tongue flew out of her mouth and she began licking the ugly vagina perched on her mouth.
Stella kept pointing to shots she wanted Tommy to take, but soon the fire in her body overcame her power to reason. She was certain they had all they would ever need anyway, so she relaxed and let her body enjoy what was happening to it. The girl wasn't very good with her tongue, but Stella felt a strange excitement in the scene. Here was one of those religious do-gooders she hated eating her cunt! And seeing Nick's cock easing in and out of that tight hole in front of her excited her even more.
Tommy was close by the bed now, his rigid prick sticking out over the assembled bodies. Stella reached out and took it in her hand and Tommy dropped the camera on the bed. She pulled his cock until he was on his knees beside her and then she bent down and took it between her lips. Tommy groaned when he felt her warm mouth wrap around his member and begin sucking, but Stella motioned for him to be quiet.
Nick couldn't remember being this stimulated before. Ruth's vagina was tight and held his cock in a hot embrace as he moved it in and out with long, hard thrusts. His face was just inches from the erotic ballet taking place before him. He could see the muscles in Ruth's chin work as she licked and nibbled on Stella's cunt, and he watched Tommy's huge penis go in and out of Stella's mouth.
He knew he couldn't hold out any longer, so Nick let himself go and began pounding the girl's body for all he was worth. His balls slapped hard against her naked buttocks with each hard lunge.
Tommy came first, his balls swelling and exploding as Stella milked him with her trained mouth. She motioned him to quickly leave the room and hide in the bathroom as he fell back, completely drained.
When she heard a deep, guttural groan come from Nick's throat as he pumped his hot cum into Ruth's belly, Stella could no longer hold out. She moved her hips and ground her cunt into Ruth's mouth. She was only a second behind Nick and her entire body quivered with the spasm of her climax. When Nick pulled his rapidly deflating penis out of Ruth's womb, Stella dove down and began licking the girl's clitoris furiously. Nick's cum splattered over her face, but she was determined to make the girl climax as they had.
It only took a few seconds. Ruth's body was already hot, and when Stella's tongue lashed out at her clitoris she lost all control of herself. She dug her teeth into Stella's clitoris and hung on tight. Stella did the same and their bodies were locked in a wild embrace while each felt a dam inside herself burst.
Ruth's orgasm was so intense she fainted.
They tried to revive her, but Ruth was completely unconscious.
"Get her in the bathroom and give her a good douche," Nick commanded. "If she's still unconscious, I'll go ahead with the operation anyway."
Tommy helped carry her into the bathroom. They propped her up on the toilet while Stella prepared the douche. Between the three of them they were able to accomplish the task, but Ruth remained unconscious throughout. Once they had dried her pubic area, they carried her back to the bed.
"You'd better disappear, Tommy," Stella said. "Why don't you go down to my room and wait until we call you. The key's in my purse there on the floor. She could come to any minute, and it would be better if she doesn't see you just yet."
"Right," Doc Nick agreed. "We can handle this one between Stella and me. When we're through well call you if we need help getting her home."
Tommy took the camera and left as Nick turned on the hot water and prepared for the abortion. Stella opened his bag and brought out the instruments she knew he'd need. They tried to revive Ruth again, but she was in a deep state.
"Well go ahead like this," Nick said. "It'll probably be better anyway."
Nick was doubly cautious with this patient. She could easily be the key to a real stake for them, and he didn't want to take any chances with her.
It was a long operation, but Ruth remained unconscious the entire time. When he had finished, Nick packed her vagina to prevent bleeding. Then he gave her a massive dose of antibiotics to help combat any possibility of infection. To help her over the painful hours ahead, he gave her a small morphine injection. With a long sigh that it was all over, he threw the plastic syringe into the waste basket and sat down to light a cigarette.
Stella had worked efficiently and quietly beside him all through the long operation. She thought she was hard to the facts of life, but the whole thing had turned her stomach. So much blood!
"Is she going to be okay?" she asked, taking Nick's cigarette away from him and drawing deeply.
"I'd say that was the best one I've done in my entire career," Nick replied as he lighted himself another cigarette. "Shell be uncomfortable tonight and tomorrow, but she'll be fine. I want to see her tomorrow and pull the packing. It'll be good to give her another shot of antibiotics, too. I don't do all this with my usual cases, but this just might be our golden goose."
"How long will she be out like this? "
"She's in shock. We can revive her any time we want to with spirits of ammonia, but it would be better to let her rest for an hour or two. That'll help stop any chance of heavy bleeding tonight."
"I'll go down and change. When you think she's ready, well take her back to the trailer. What's the plan from here on?"
"Well play this one by ear. Let's get her recovered and those films Tommy shot developed. Ill scout the group and well see what we can come up with. We've got a big one here, Stella. I can feel it in my bones."
"I hope you're right, Nick."
CHAPTER SIX
Stella looked down at Ruth with misgivings. She wished Nick were here, but he had a plan and didn't want to be recognized by any members of the religious group. If this stubborn girl had only come back to the hotel! She said she was too sick to move from her bed, but Stella was certain it was because she was afraid they'd work her over again. As if she were that good!
Nick had taken great pains to explain exactly what to do, but Stella had never given an injection before. At least she'd been able to get rid of those two old bats who shared the trailer with Ruth!
"The doctor wants me to remove the packing, Ruth," Stella said. "And then I'm to give you two injections. How do you feel?"
"Do you really care? " Ruth asked softly.
"Of course we do. That's why I'm here. If we didn't care, we could just leave you alone."
Ruth sighed. It was true. They didn't have to come to help her.
"I have some pain," she murmured, "but it's not too bad. All my strength seems to be gone. It's an effort to even move my arms."
"Have you eaten anything?"
"No."
"Well, the doctor says you should. You need to regain your strength. I'm going to remove the packing now, okay?"
"Yes." Ruth didn't want the woman to touch her, but she knew that she couldn't do these things herself.
Following Nick's instructions to the letter, Stella cautiously removed the packing from Ruth's vagina. To her immense relief, it wasn't caked with blood as Nick warned her it might be. There were a few spots, but nothing serious.
"You didn't bleed," she commented as she prepared the injections. "That's an excellent sign. The doctor said that if there wasn't heavy bleeding you'd be able to get up tomorrow."
"What have you told the others here?" Ruth asked. "That you had a bad case of nerves, that's all. No one suspects a thing."
"Thank God," Ruth sighed.
"This first shot is an antibiotic to help prevent any possibility of infection. The other one will be a mild sedative to keep you inactive for the rest of today and tonight."
The first shot was poorly executed. It took Stella three jabs to penetrate the young girl's skin. The second one went better, but Stella could tell she hurt Ruth when she saw her wince.
"I'm sorry," Stella apologized, "but this isn't my line. I never studied to be a nurse."
"I'm the one who's sorry," Ruth smiled weakly. "I made you come out here like this. It was just... well, just...."
"No need to apologize, Ruth. I can understand how you felt under the circumstances. That sedative will begin making you drowsy in about twenty minutes. How about taking a bowl of soup before you go to sleep?"
"Okay."
"Ill have one of the women warm it up for you right away. Now you stay in bed until tomorrow morning. Ill be back later on tonight to see how you are."
Glad that it was behind her, Stella hurried back to the hotel and reported everything to Nick. He was pleased to hear about the lack of bleeding and told Stella that Ruth would be up and around the following day. Then he had Stella brief him on how the religious group held their meetings and what took place. He pressed her for every detail, including descriptions of each of the members of the organization.
"Good," he replied when she had finished. "I've been practicing all morning while you were with Ruth."
"Practicing what?"
"My blind act. Years ago, I did a blind act with a comedian for a nightclub date. I've been rehearsing all morning."
"I don't get it. What's the blind act have to do with all of this?"
"Simple," Nick said with a chuckle. "Ill be a blind man and let Sister Kathleen restore my sight. Then I'll be so eternally grateful I'll just have to join them and help with their work. Ill be so appreciative I'll even make a contribution. Once I get on the inside and see how things work, I'll be able to find out how we get our hands on that money."
Stella shook her head and walked nervously across the room.
"What if someone from the hotel here, or someone who's seen you in town, spills the beans. They know you're not blind, Nick."
"I've already thought of that," Nick countered. "I'll admit it's risky, but I think we can minimize that risk. I had Tommy go to the drugstore and buy me some hair tint. In an hour, I'll have black hair instead of brown. And I've got a black mustache in my bag. The whole thing should change me enough."
"It still sounds mighty risky to me," Stella said. "If somebody recognizes you, you'll blow the whole scene."
"There is no scene unless I can get on the inside of that group! I don't like it any better than you do, but it's our best chance. You two can join the group as believers after seeing me regain my sight. That'll put the three of us together, and from there we can move in any direction we think is best."
"And what about our little friend, Ruth?"
"What about her?"
"Shell recognize us in a second, and shell blow the whistle on us--believe me!"
"I don't think so," Nick said with a smile. "First off, well threaten to tell Sister Kathleen that Ruth was pregnant. That will slow her down. And secondly, we have those gorgeous photos. No, I don't think little Ruth will be a problem. Well pull the stunt off this afternoon while she's still in bed. Then tonight you can have a nice long chat with Sister Ruth and show her our little photo album."
"Thanks loads! Why do I get all the pleasant tasks? Where are the photos, anyway?"
'Tommy's down in your bathroom now processing them. I had him buy a developing tank and a printing box this morning. We couldn't very well send those to Kodak, could we? They'll be ready in another few minutes."
Nick took the hair tint and went into the bathroom. Stella flopped down on the bed and lighted a cigarette. She wasn't at all pleased with the situation, but she knew she was too far committed now to turn back. Even if Nick pulled his blind stunt off--which Stella wasn't at all sure he could--that didn't put the money in their pockets. He was right, though, this had to be worked from the inside. Stella only hoped he knew what he was doing. These people weren't dumb.
"Stella," Nick called from the bathroom.
"Yeah?"
"The camera's in my black bag. Why don't you take it back to your friends and make sure they're checking out. I want to be sure you'll be free from here on out, and I sure don't want them nosing around the group when I'm pulling my little act."
"Okay," she sighed. "I may be gone a while, but I'll gel back as soon as I can."
"What time is the service this afternoon? "
"Four."
"Wow, that only gives me two hours and a half! Can you be back before then? "
"I'll try."
"If you aren't, I'll have to wait until tomorrow. I want both you and Tommy with me on this, and you have to take care of Ruth to make sure there aren't any slip-ups."
"Okay, okay. I get the message. Ill be back as soon as I can.
Nick applied the tint, looked at his watch and spent the next hour practicing walking and acting as a blind man would. The minutes seemed to drag by, but the instructions said wait an hour before giving the hair a mild shampoo.
When he finished his shower and dried off, Nick was pleased with the effect. He combed his hair carefully, parting it on the opposite side and bringing it farther forward on his forehead. When he had applied the mustache with spirit gum, Nick could hardly recognize himself in the mirror. He dressed carefully, wearing an old pair of slacks and a short-sleeve sport shirt. Nick had wanted to go in a suit, but it was simply too hot for that. The heat was bothering Tommy more than it was Nick, but he was beginning to feel it. Especially in the afternoons!
Nick sat patiently in the sole chair in the room, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Stella's return. Tommy had been up twice with the photos. They were a little fuzzy, but good enough for their purpose, and Tommy was making an extra set for himself.
It was three-fifteen when Stella let herself into the room.
"God, is it ever hot out there today!" she exclaimed, going into the bathroom and filling the glass from the tap. She came back into the room and walked over to Nick and took his cigarette. "They're gone--finally! They just checked out and drove off. Offered me a ride back to Oklahoma City. Wasn't that generous? I told them I'd go on my own, so one of them gave me ten dollars. What big spenders!"
"You 're free then? "
"As a bird. And you don't know how much that means to me after six months with those crumbs! I... say! That's great! I didn't even look at you until this minute. Wow!
You don't look like the same man at all. It's really a gas."
"I was beginning to wonder," Nick sighed. "I thought maybe it was a flop when you didn't pay any attention to me at all."
"It's wild, Nick-just wild."
"Okay, let's get the show on the road then. We still have time to make that service of theirs. You and Tommy take the car out and I'll ride a cab."
He spent a few moments giving Stella instructions and then called Tommy and told him to meet Stella at the car. After Stella had left, Nick walked down the stairs. He didn't want to take a chance on being seen in the elevator, and it was almost quicker to walk down anyway. He went through a back hall and found a door to the side street.
His eyes scanned the street without seeming to move, but when he spotted a taxi in the next block Nick immediately became a blind man walking the street. He stood near the curb and patiently called the word "taxi," over and over.
"Right here, mister," the driver announced, walking up to Nick and taking his hand to lead him to the door of the car. "Whereto?"
"I want to go see the faith healer, Sister Kathleen. She's somewhere near town. You can ask an officer if you don't know where it is."
"I know, mister. I've carried dozens of people out there this week. Think she can cure you? "
"One never knows," Nick replied softly. "I hope so. I believe in Christ and His power, don't you?"
"Sure, mister, sure."
The driver was silent for the rest of the trip, which gave Nick a chance to put himself in the proper mood. The tent was not yet open when they drove up, and there were dozens of people milling around the entrance. Perfect, Nick thought, just perfect!
The driver helped him out of the taxi and Nick purposely handed the man two five dollar bills when he asked for one twenty-five.
"Whoa, mister, whoa," the driver said holding Nick's arm. "You gave me two fives here."
"I did?" Nick asked. "But my nephew put them all in the proper order for me this morning! Here, see for yourself."
The driver looked in Nick's wallet and laughed.
"They're in order all right, mister, but you pulled from the back. You're just lucky you have Bill Benson for your driver. Some drivers would have taken the money and gone on. Here, I'll put these fives back and you start from the other end."
Nick carefully pulled two ones from his wallet and when the driver reached for change Nick told him to keep it for being so honest. At least a dozen people had witnessed this little show, and that was exactly what Nick wanted.
Tommy broke away from the crowd according to plan and approached Nick.
"Can I give you a hand, mister?"
"I'd appreciate that, young man. Yes, thank you."
Brother Bob and Sister Elaine opened the flaps of the tent as Tommy led Nick to the entrance. Nick purposely tripped on the wooden flooring inside the tent and Sister Elaine put out her hand to keep him from falling.
"Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you."
Tommy led him down the center aisle to the front row of benches. Once he was settled, Nick whispered, "Okay, you sit in the back somewhere."
"Thank you, young man. Thank you very much," he said in a much louder voice as Tommy left him to join Stella in the rear of the tent. He sat erect on the bench, staring straight ahead with seemingly unseeing eyes.
Nick sang hymns with the group, pretending not to see the hymn books when they were passed out and relying entirely on his memories from childhood Sunday school. When Sister Kathleen made her appearance, Nick was taken back. Nobody had warned him how beautiful she was! She's stunning, he told himself under his breath, and he hoped that no one had seen him stare at her. God, what he wouldn't give to have a crack at breaking something like that in! Nick cursed himself when he felt a quickening of his pulse. This was no time to get a hard-on! He forced himself to think of a hundred thousand dollars, and stared at the podium rather than at Sister Kathleen.
When Brother Bob called out from the back of the tent, asking those who sought Sister Kathleen's help to come forward, Nick stood up and took groping steps forward. A lady on the other side of the aisle had risen at the same moment, but when she saw that Nick was blind she went over and helped him to the altar rather than take first place.
"Good afternoon, brother," Sister Kathleen said. "What is your name?"
"Donald Duncan, Sister Kathleen," Nick replied.
"And how can I help you, Brother Duncan? "
"Five years ago, Sister, I lost my sight. When I heard of the marvelous work you have done, I came down here to see if perhaps you could help me regain my sight."
"Was the loss of your sight a gradual thing, brother, or a sudden occurrence? "
"It came on me suddenly, Sister. One night I went to sleep and the next morning I was blind."
"And do you believe in Jesus Christ and His power? "
"Oh yes, Sister. Without Christ my life would mean nothing to me."
"And you believe, honestly believe, that I can help your "Yes, Sister, I do."
"Kneel down, brother Duncan, and we shall pray together."
Brother Richard came quickly out and helped Nick go to his knees, then returned to the platform. Sister Kathleen stood behind Nick with her hands on his shoulders and raised her head to heaven.
This was the part of the act Nick wasn't sure of. He had no idea if those who were healed by this girl followed a certain pattern, and he knew that it would be disastrous if his timing were off. All he could do was play it by his sixth sense, wait until the moment was right, and then put on a convincing show.
The heat inside the tent was oppressive, bringing perspiration pouring out of Nick's body. How could she work under conditions like this? It's a wonder she didn't faint half the time!
Nick felt a slight quiver in Sister Kathleen's fingers on his shoulders. He wished he could see her face, but he was almost positive she was working herself into an emotional state through her concentration of prayer. When one of her knees shook and brushed against his back, Nick knew that he was right. Soon her fingers were trembling almost regularly on his shoulders. Nick let his body sway gently from side to side to heighten the effect for the audience. If he could just guess when she would reach the apex of her emotional state!
It came when her fingers began digging into his muscles. Her whole body was shaking with the effort of her concentration and Nick forced his body to tremble violently.
There were low gasps from the audience as the two figures seemed to sway back and forth together. Suddenly, Nick let out a loud moan and slumped to the floor in a heap. Sister Kathleen lost her balance and fell with him. There were cries from the assembled crowd as Brother Richard and Brother Bob rushed up to help the two fallen figures. Sister Elaine came forward and helped Sister Kathleen make her way back onto the platform while the two men gently lifted Nick from the floor. Nick shook his head and stared blankly at the assembly for a moment.
"Praise the Lord," he said softly. "I can see. I can see! I CAN SEE!" his voice raised to a shout. "Look! I can see!"
All attention was centered on Nick, which was precisely what he wanted. He ran to Brother Bob, who was retreating down the aisle holding his robe in his fingers as if he couldn't trust his eyes.
"I hope he doesn't ham it up too much," Stella whispered to Tommy as they watched Nick run back to the altar.
"A book... please, a book!" Nick pleaded. Sister Elaine walked to him and handed him her bible. Nick opened it. "And those who come unto him shall forever be blessed," he read in a quaking voice. "I can read. Oh, dear Lord, I can read again!" By now Nick was so much in his part tears actually began to flow from his eyes.
A hush fell over the crowd. They sat in stunned silence as they watched the man crying in his happiness.
"It is one of God's miracles!" shouted a woman in the back.
"Amen!"
"This is the work of the Lord!" cried a man in the center. "We have seen the Lord's hand touch one of us!"
"Amen!"
Nick turned and went to his knees. He raised his head and intoned a silent prayer to God. Then he moved forward and bent down to kiss the hem of Sister Kathleen's robe.
"Thank you, Sister. Thank you."
Sister Kathleen was still recovering from her ordeal of strained concentration. She placed a shaking hand on his back and told him to rise. There was a hurried, whispered conference on the platform and Sister Mary left to give her seat to Nick.
"Brother Duncan," Brother Richard said softly, "perhaps you would like to sit here on the platform with Sister Kathleen for the remainder of the services."
"Why, that's very kind of you. Yes, thank you."
This was what Nick wanted, to be accepted as a part of the organization, and it was happening faster than he had hoped. Nick realized he would be an asset as a man who had regained his sight through Sister Kathleen's powers, but he didn't mind letting them exploit him.
The assembly was buzzing with the miracle of Nick's regained sight and it was a few minutes before calm was restored and the service continued. Sister Kathleen assured Brother Richard she could see more supplicants and he signaled Brother Bob to call again for those who sought the Sister's help.
It happened before Stella realized he had moved. Tommy stood up and limped down the aisle, a dazed stare in his eyes. For God's sake, Stella muttered under her breath, what the hell does he think he's doing? She wanted to run after him, but she was afraid she'd create a scene.
Nick couldn't believe his eyes. What was Tommy doing? If he blew this thing now, Nick swore he'd kill him, wring his neck with his bare hands! When Tommy approached Sister Kathleen and gave his name, Nick went into a cold rage. It was all he could do to control the expression on his face. Doesn't he know she's a phony? The idiot!
With the dazed look fixed in his eyes, Tommy explained to Sister Kathleen about his affliction. He told her about the accident when he was a child and about how he had suffered all his life since that terrible day. She listened with sympathy and then asked him if he believed in Jesus Christ. Tommy said that he did, but confessed that he had not been to church in years. When she said if he truly believed she could help him, Tommy answered with tears in his eyes that he was positive she could. He even fell to his knees and held his hands up to her. Sister Kathleen couldn't resist his plea and walked around behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and beginning her prayer for his recovery.
Nick's mind was racing at a mile a minute. How would Tommy react when he found she couldn't help him? In any event, there was nothing Nick could say or do. He'd just have to sweat it out and hope Tommy used his head.
The strained look on Sister Kathleen's face impressed Nick. Her back was to the audience, so there was no real need to act like she was. Maybe she believed--actually believed--in these so-called powers of hers! If she did, that made the show just that much more convincing. That's what Nick was certain it was--a show. And today he'd had the leading role.
Sister Kathleen was weakening, that was obvious from the look on her face and her posture. Brother Richard saw it too, and prepared himself to step in. The session with Tommy had gone on now for almost ten minutes. When Sister Kathleen's head slumped and she braced herself on Tommy's back, Brother Richard moved quickly to her side. She allowed him to guide her away from the kneeling boy.
Tommy looked up with tear-filled eyes as he felt the pressure on his shoulders disappear.
"I'm sorry, brother," she said as he turned his face to her. "We tried, but the power was too weak."
"Sister Kathleen is exhausted after the miracle she wrought with Brother Duncan," Brother Richard said. "If you will come back, brother, the Sister will work with you privately. When the services are over, I'll be happy to arrange a private appointment for you." He signaled to Brother Bob who immediately struck the opening chords of a hymn on the portable organ, and the crowd began to sing.
Tommy got to his feet, bitter disappointment written all over his face. He blushed as he turned to the audience and began limping back up the aisle. She'd made a fool of him, humiliated him before all these people! At the moment, Tommy hated Sister Kathleen. But deep inside his soul the desire to believe remained firm. Many members of the crowd leaned out and expressed sympathy as he passed, but he brushed these aside and made his way to his seat beside Stella.
Not bad, Nick thought, not bad at all! Tommy had provided his own reason for hanging around the group for a while. Nick knew that he had not done it purposely, but the result was the same. Somehow, Nick knew he'd have to get to Tommy and tell him to keep playing the game until they were ready to move.
When Brother Richard made his pitch for contributions to the fund to build a temple, Nick rose and reached in his pocket.
"I'm not a rich man," he said in a voice that carried through the tent, "but I want to give all I can to this marvelous girl. Here's two hundred dollars. I only wish it could be more. I hope everybody will dig deep in his pockets today."
Nick handed twenty ten-dollar bills to Brother Richard. The bills were fanned out to be even more impressive to the audience. Nick had been prepared to give five hundred dollars, but felt that his performance was good enough to allow him to get by with the smaller amount.
"Thank you, Brother Duncan," Brother Richard said. "May the Lord bless you."
"He has--through the marvelous Sister Kathleen," Nick replied, smiling warmly at the girl.
After the meeting was over and the last of the crowd had filed out of the tent, Sister Elaine came up to Brother Richard, beaming.
"It's the best day we've had all year," she said with obvious excitement in her voice. "The contributions were over one thousand dollars!"
"It should have been more than that," Nick exclaimed. "Why, I intend to contribute more than that myself as soon as I can arrange for a real estate agent to sell some of my property!"
This was what Nick called his "insurance policy," a ploy to make them want to keep him around for a while.
"That's very generous of you, Brother Duncan," Brother Richard said.
"Not at all. Sister Kathleen has given me my life back."
"I was just a helper," Sister Kathleen said, coming to the group assembled on the stage. "It was the Lord who gave you your sight again, Brother Duncan."
"That's true, Sister, but without your help it would never have been possible. And I want to do everything I can to help both you and the Lord, Sister. I was thinking that perhaps you would allow me to join your little group for a while. Maybe I could serve as a living testimonial to what a belief in God can do. Even if I just helped clean up your meeting place, I would feel that I was adding my humble hands to yours in helping others through Christ."
"That's very kind of you, Brother Duncan," Brother Richard began, "but I don't think...."
"I wouldn't be a financial burden," Nick hastened to add. "I have a small income and could take care of myself. I just want to serve the Lord in my appreciation for what he has done for me today."
"If the man wishes to help us, Brother Richard," Sister Kathleen said, "I don't see how we can refuse him. Heaven knows, we certainly need all the help we can get. Brother Duncan, you're most welcome to join us. And I know the Lord will smile on you for what you're doing. Now, Brothers and Sisters, if you'll excuse me... I'm terribly tired. I would like to retire and pray for the Lord's guidance for tomorrow."
That's interesting, Nick said to himself as he watched Sister Kathleen slowly make her way through the group. Whatever she says is law here. Nick knew it was far too early to be certain, but it looked very much like Sister Kathleen was the final word in the organization. And why didn't Brother Richard want him around? Didn't he see the commercial value of having a living testimonial to Sister Kathleen's powers?
"I'm sorry if Sister Kathleen misunderstood me," Brother Richard said, interrupting Nick's thoughts. "We, of course, would be delighted to have you with us. It was just that I didn't want you to interrupt your entire life for us."
He's trying to buy back some face and do a little fishing at the same time, Nick laughed to himself. Okay, well play it your way.
"Not at all," Nick replied readily. "I'm semi-retired now. I was in commercial real estate, financing, constructing and development, before I lost my eyesight. In the last few years I've liquidated most of my interests, so I'm completely free now."
"Commercial real estate?" Brother Richard said, with interest creeping into his voice.
"Well," Nick replied to the implied question, "that's a fancy title. I handled property development and large loans on buildings. Things like that. Fortunately, I was able to provide myself with a small income for the rest of my life, so I don't have to work any more. The piece of property I mentioned earlier...."
"Yes? " said Brother Richard.
"Well, I intend calling my agent tonight and having him sell it. I'll donate whatever I get for it to this organization."
"That's very kind of you. Perhaps you might consider just donating the property. Sometimes a non-profit organization such as ours can do more with it than the individual."
"Unfortunately, Brother Richard, this is slum property.
I've been ashamed of it for some time. It isn't anything I would want you to have to deal with. Ill arrange for the sale and have the check made out directly to your organization."
"I can't tell you how much we appreciate this, Brother Duncan. And perhaps you can give me some advice on the temple we plan to build. I could certainly use a professional man's thoughts on this project."
"I'd be delighted, but I don't know just how qualified I am to help you."
"With your experience in commercial real estate, I'm sure you'll be a big help," Brother Richard replied. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a number of things to do."
"Can I help?"
"No, thank you anyway. It's just some of the routine business of running the group. Perhaps well have a long talk tomorrow morning about the temple. I'm anxious to get your advice."
"Fine. Ill be back in the morning then."
Nick could hardly believe his good fortune! He'd stacked the deck, of course, but the cards were dealing out just the way he wanted them to. Stella had told him that Brother Richard handled the finances, and the older man's authoritative manner made Nick believe that Sister Kathleen's control of the group ended just short of the financial picture. She obviously left that to Brother Richard. Nick supposed he would have to play two ends against the middle, but he was growing to like the flexibility of operating without a set plan. The next step was to find out how the money was handled, and Brother Richard would volunteer that in the morning.
A light evening breeze caressed Nick as he walked out of the tent and he stood there for a moment enjoying the blessed relief from the oppressive heat. Tommy and the car were gone. Nick was pleased to see that he was at least following instructions, and he hoped that the boy had recovered from his lapse during the services.
He looked around and noticed there were no taxis in sight. This was something he hadn't counted on. How was he supposed to get back to town? At least he was glad the driver who had brought him out wasn't there. The word about the miracle which had taken place this afternoon would spread rapidly enough. It wouldn't do to have it shouted all over town. They'd have to find some little, remote spot to stay while the group remained here in Guthrie. It wouldn't do at all to have Nick the center of attention in town. A lot of publicity was the last thing in the world he wanted.
Nick saw a family climbing into an old sedan and walked quickly over to them. When he explained his situation, they kindly offered him a ride back to town. They asked him all sorts of questions about how he'd felt during the miracle, when he first realized he could see again, and what he planned to do with his life now that his sight was restored. Nick answered these as convincingly as he could and was happy when they pulled into downtown traffic. He had them let him out on a corner about five blocks from the hotel.
At the first opportunity, Nick ducked into the entrance to a building, pulled his mustache off and ran a comb through his hair to change the part and slick it back on his head. Then he slipped into the side entrance of the hotel and climbed the steps to the third floor. He wanted to avoid being seen by anyone of it were at all possible.
When he let himself into the room, Nick found Tommy sitting dejectedly on the bed with his head in his hands. He looked up as Nick entered.
"I'm sorry, Doc Nick. I just sorta lost my head there this afternoon...."
"No harm done, Tommy," Nick commented as he pulled a fresh shirt and slacks out of his bag to change.
"It was something that sorta came over me before I knew what was happening," Tommy continued, anxious to apologize and apparently oblivious to Nick's remark. "I saw you go through that and I honestly believed for a minute. I thought maybe she could make me normal again."
"No harm done. Tommy," Nick said, crossing the room and placing his hand on the disturbed boy's shoulder. "In fact, it worked out in our favor. Don't worry about it. You did well. Now you have an excuse to hang around there and help me. You just play the game out with them, that's all."
"You mean it? I didn't ruin everything?"
"Of course not! I'm not angry at all. You shouldn't have done it, but it all worked out okay--so don't worry."
Nick took a quick shower and changed clothes. He sent Tommy down to a restaurant a few blocks from the hotel for fried chicken, french fries and a couple of quarts of cold milk. Nick was hungry, but he didn't want to take any chances on being recognized if they went out to eat. He explained that they'd check out first thing in the morning and find themselves a quiet place to stay for the next few days.
Stella returned while Tommy was out getting their dinner. She looked tired and a little disgusted. She told Nick she had spent an hour with Ruth and had showed her the photos.
"How'd she take it?"
"Hard, Nick, real hard. I thought she was going to faint when I showed her those photos."
"Have we got her under control?"
"I think so. She won't say anything to the group, if that's what you mean."
"Will she help us when the time comes?"
"I think so. She'd die before she'd let anyone see those photos. What worries me is that she might run away, or even try to kill herself. The girl's in a real state of shock."
"You can handle that," Nick said as he lighted two cigarettes and handed one to Stella. "As long as we have her under control, that's all that counts. You buddy up to her, become her friend, and you can handle whatever comes up."
"Why are you always so sweet to me?" Stella said, sarcastically.
Nick laughed and patted her on the back. Then he told her how well the rest of it had gone and how he was sure they were on the trail of the money.
"Yeah," Stella commented. "You're certainly the talk of the camp out there. It's the first time Sister Kathleen has ever cured a blind person, and they can't talk about anything else. You may have gone too far with that, Nick."
"It worked, didn't it?"
"I guess so. Even Brother Richard is crowing about how you're going to give him advice on building the temple. And he thinks you'll help collections just being on display. You'd better watch Sister Elaine, though. She's cool to the whole thing, and I think she's a little suspicious. The same goes for Sister Mary. You haven't won over those two old hats."
"Give me time," Nick laughed.
Tommy returned with bags filled with fried chicken, warm biscuits and french fries, and the trio sat down to a hearty dinner.
Early the next morning, Tommy and Stella checked out of the hotel. Nick wanted to be seen as little as possible and had them handle everything, even the renting of a small apartment on the outskirts of town. While they were busy moving, Nick went out to the religious camp and sought out Brother Richard.
The older man was genuinely pleased to see Nick, and ushered him into the large trailer where they could sit over coffee and talk. Richard brought out the photographs of the property the organization had purchased and then showed Nick the architect's drawing of the temple they planned to erect. Nick asked questions as Richard continued explaining everything in detail. And when he brought out the cost estimates, Nick went over these carefully. He asked a number of questions and gained Richard's confidence by being so conscious of detail.
"What do you think of these estimates, Brother Duncan? Can you see anywhere we can economize without hurting ourselves? "
"I don't think so, Brother Richard," Nick responded. "Every estimate here seems to be fairly priced. The painting contractor seems a little high, but that's just a matter of a few hundred dollars. In fact, I think you've done a remarkable job to keep the cost this low."
"Thank you, brother. But a half a million dollars seems like so much to us."
'It shouldn't," Nick commented, sipping his coffee. "The Baptist church I helped finance up North cost over a million.
"What about a living compound for Sister Kathleen and the others? You have plenty of space here at the back of the property."
"Yes. We'd planned on that someday. That's why we bought all five acres. I even had estimates made on that, but the costs are too much to even consider at this time."
"What were your estimates?"
"Another quarter of a million dollars."
"Bringing the total to three quarters of a million?"
"Yes, but we have only a little over a hundred thousand dollars in the bank. So you can see how far we are from our goal."
"Why don't you finance the whole project. Certainly there will be enough income, once the temple is established, to pay the mortgage."
"Oh yes, I'm positive there would. My most conservative estimate on our income would be five thousand dollars a month. I'm certain we'd do twice that. But when I approached the bank with the proposal they refused the loan because we're not a regular, recognized religious organization."
"You've been to the wrong place, Brother Richard," Nick said with a light chuckle. "Banks are never any good for financing a project like this. You should go to one of the large insurance companies. This is right up their alley. You could finance the whole thing using less than a hundred thousand of your money. You'd have to incorporate as a non-profit corporation and issue non-participating shares to the insurance company as a safeguard over the property. They wouldn't have anything to do with the organization as such," Nick added hastily, as he saw a frown crease Brother Richard's forehead, "but they would be able to exercise some control if you went to sell the property. This is just to protect their investment.
You'd be surprised how many packages like this are put together every day."
"It all sounds so complicated... and expensive, if you have to have a number of lawyers involved."
"Not really. I know a competent attorney in Dallas who could put this entire thing together for you once you have an insurance company interested, and he wouldn't charge you a cent, other than the state fees."
"But how does one go about interesting an insurance company in something like this? "
"Well, you prepare a proposal. You have everything right here that you need. And I'd include the living compound in the package. You can save enough on expenses to pay that added amount on the mortgage."
"Yes, we could sell all of our trailers and the camper. I know our people are tired of living in such cramped conditions as these."
"Then you'll have to show them income figures for the past three years," Nick continued, "so they can see how you'll be able to pay the loan back. Make a photocopy of your deed to the property. Whose name is that in, by the way?"
"Sister Kathleen's. Everything, including the bank account, is in her name."
"I see," Nick said, surprised that he had received this valuable information so readily. "Well, I'd photocopy the bank statement also. I take it Sister Kathleen would agree to sign all of this over to the corporation once you incorporate."
"Certainly. Sister Kathleen has no interest in material wealth. We've simply put everything in her name as a matter of convenience, and because her father and mother began this organization many years ago. They were killed in a tragic auto accident and she's carried on for them ever since."
"With your able guidance, I'm sure," Nick said with a warm smile.
"I've done what I could," Brother Richard said, modestly. "Brother Duncan, you said you wanted to help us."
"I do. You can't realize how much Sister Kathleen did for me yesterday."
"It was your faith in Christ, Brother. But I'd like to take you up on your offer to help. Would you sit down and help me prepare a proposal for an insurance company? "
"I'll do more than that. Ill even have a friend of mine up north place the whole deal for you."
"Thank you, Brother. The thought of spending another four or five years working under these conditions makes me shudder. I worry about Sister Kathleen's health. All of this is terribly hard on her, and with an air-conditioned temple she would be able to accomplish so much more."
Brother Richard turned the organizational books over to Nick, who spent the next three days preparing an income record. Many of the records had been kept informally, and the work was difficult.
"I'm not cut out to be any accountant," he told Stella on the third night. "I've had hell getting these things to balance. One thing I'm sure of. Some bastard's been knocking down on the group. There's a good twenty to twenty-five grand missing. How about that? There's a crooked fink in the group."
Stella and Tommy both laughed.
"Who do you think it is?" Stella asked.
"Hell, I don't know! Like I said, I'm no accountant."
"Are we any closer to making a score," Stella asked, seriously.
"Yeah," Nick chuckled. "Things couldn't be better. Brother Richard had me take this week's collections to the post office today to buy money orders to mail to their bank. He trusts me completely."
"Did you send it?" Tommy asked.
"Sure. You don't think I'm going to grab a couple of thousand and take a chance on losing a hundred big ones, do you?"
"Well, when are we going to make our score?" Stella persisted.
"As soon as we can. Our problem is that Sister Kathleen has everything in her name. Whoever controls her, controls the money."
"So how do we get our hands on it?"
"We have her sign it over to us, nice and legal," Nick replied pensively. "But I don't know exactly how well accomplish that, yet."
Tommy stood up and limped over to the kitchen to get himself another bottle of beer. "If we had that bitch to ourselves for a few days," he said over his shoulder as he left the room, "she'd do whatever we told her to."
"Don't be silly," snapped Stella.
"No. Tommy's right," Nick said, punching his open hand with his fist. "I don't know why I didn't think of that. It's much quicker than going through this corporation thing. The way I'm going, it could take months. But if we had her to ourselves for just a few days, we'd be able to write our own ticket. When we got through with her, she'd do whatever we wanted her to!"
He stood up and began pacing the room, considering all the possibilities. It was risky. They could be charged with kidnapping, but it was by far the fastest, surest method of getting their hands on that money.
"Ill admit that I'd love a shot at breaking that sanctimonious little bitch in," Stella said. "Ill bet the hair on her twat is as golden as that on her head. But how in the hell you think you can get her away from the group is more than I can understand." "Well just have to wait for an opportunity."
"And if there isn't one? "
"Well make one!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"And Brother Duncan's idea about using this back part of the property for a row of stores takes a great deal of the burden off of our organization," Brother Richard explained with enthusiasm.
Nick was proud of his brainstorm. He'd worked day and night for two days to finish the proposal, and then he'd gone to the expense of having a public stenographer type it up. He could see it was all worth it from the expression on Sister Kathleen's face. This was the first she'd heard about it, and she was obviously pleased.
"You know how the property along Elm Street has been turning commercial," Brother Richard continued explaining to Sister Kathleen. "We'd be able to get good tenants on long-term leases right away, and those rents would pay the majority of our mortgage payments each month. Out of a six-thousand-dollar I mortgage payment, the organization would only have to pay twenty-seven hundred dollars! Of course these are just estimates, but I feel they're fairly accurate. We can firm up the rest after we have an insurance company interested."
"Brothers," Sister Kathleen said, waving all the charts and figures aside, "I'm afraid my head for business leaves me ill equipped to judge all of this. It sounds simply marvelous to me, and if you think that it is practical I'd say we should go ahead with the project. Heaven knows, I want to see my temple built. And if it's practical to do it now rather than waiting, I am more than pleased."
"We won't jump into anything," Brother Richard said, "you can rest assured of that. I do think that it is practical enough for us to see if any insurance company is interested at this point. Don't you, Brother Duncan?"
"I do," Nick replied. "If you want, I'll send it off to Chicago tonight. I'll also call my friend and brief him on the situation so he can move quickly when he receives it."
"By all means. And keep a record of your expenses so we can repay you," Brother Richard said.
"No," Nick responded. "I owe you everything. Let me do this as my part of helping."
"Brother Richard," Kathleen said.
"Yes?"
"There is something we should discuss."
Nick rose, gathered up the papers of the proposal and made ready to leave them alone.
"No, you needn't leave, Brother Duncan," Kathleen said, waving him back to his seat. "You are a member of our organization and we have no secrets. Brother Richard, have we made the announcement that we are closing here on Saturday? "
"Not yet, Sister. I thought we would announce it tomorrow."
"Fine. What I wanted to talk about is the possibility of a brief rest period for all of us. You have brought this up a number of times and I'm afraid I've been driving all of us much too hard."
"Not at all," Brother Richard protested.
"Yes I have. I can see it all about me. Sister Ruth had an attack of nerves this week and Brother Bob is on edge. But I am also tired. I think it is this terrible heat more than anything else. These past two weeks have taken their toll on me. And I think we all could use a two-week vacation before we continue the Lord's work. Where are we supposed to be next?"
"Wichita, Kansas."
"And wouldn't it be possible to cancel that?"
"Why, of course."
"Then we could all rest for those two weeks and meet again in East Texas before we begin."
"I think it's a marvelous idea," Brother Richard said.
Nick didn't trust himself to speak. This was the opportunity they were waiting for. It seemed too good to be true!
"I believe I will go visit my mother's aunt," Sister Kathleen continued. "She's the only living relative I have now and we haven't seen each other in almost two years."
"Where does she live?" Nick asked, praying that his anxiety would not show in his voice.
"In Peoria, Illinois. Why?"
'That's quite a coincidence," Nick replied. "You remember the property I mentioned? The property I'm going to sell and then donate the money to the organization? "
"Yes?" Brother Richard prompted.
"Well," Nick went on, "it's in Peoria. I had planned on going up there next week to finalize the sale. A nice young man is taking a woman up there to see her relatives and offered to drive me. Perhaps you would like to go with us. It would save the transportation fare and you wouldn't be traveling alone."
"I think that would be wonderful," Brother Richard said, anxious to save on all expenses possible.
"Do you think there would be room?" Sister Kathleen asked. "And do you think your friend would mind? "
"Not at all," Nick assured her. "He's a devoted admirer of yours and he has a large Pontiac, so I'm sure you would be most welcome."
"That would be lovely," Sister Kathleen said. "Ill write her now and tell her I'm coming."
"If you finish before I leave for town," Nick said, thinking very fast, "I'll mail your letter when I take this proposal to the post office."
"I'll jot her a note right now."
Stella and Tommy joined Nick in his excitement when he ran into the apartment breathless that evening and told them about the golden opportunity which had fallen into their hands.
"Two weeks!" Stella exclaimed. "In two weeks we can make a new woman out of her!"
"Where will we take her?" Tommy asked.
"My mountain cabin in Arkansas. What could be better?" Nick replied enthusiastically. "Nobody will bother us there. Well be away from everything."
"Where's their bank? " Stella asked practically.
"Dallas."
"Won't we have to go there? "
"Of course! But that's after we have her doing what we want her to. And Dallas isn't more than eight or nine hours' drive from my cabin. We want to be where no one can find us until we have her completely broken in."
Thursday and Friday were hectic days for the trio as they made ready. Sister Kathleen agreed to leave immediately after the services on Saturday afternoon. To prevent later identification of the car, Nick had Tommy drive down to Oklahoma City and have it painted. He then made arrangements for a taxi to pick them up after service on Saturday so that no one in the group would see the car. He explained to Sister Kathleen that the young man had to pick up the woman on the other side of town and that it would save time if they met them by taking a taxi.
Stella spent several hours with Ruth on Friday. She was worried about the girl and wanted to try to prevent her from doing anything foolish during the vacation period.
Nick was busy making every possible arrangement to see that Sister Kathleen would not be missed until they all met again in Tyler, Texas. He was relieved to find that Kathleen's relative in Peoria did not have a phone. He checked and rechecked for any possible loophole in their plan and could find none.
On Saturday, Nick assured Brother Richard that he would call his friend while he was up North and said that he hoped he would have good news by the time they met again in Tyler. The services that afternoon were slow and Nick's nerves were on edge by the time the final hymn had been sung. With a hurried goodbye to the group, Nick rushed Sister Kathleen into the waiting taxi and they headed for town.
"I think I would have liked a day to collect myself before leaving," sighed Sister Kathleen as they drove toward Guthrie.
"I'm sorry it's this rushed," Nick responded, "but you'll have plenty of time to relax on the drive up. Is this your first vacation? "
"In a long time, Brother Duncan, and I think I really need it."
Nick directed the taxi to the apartment and was pleased to see Tommy and Stella waiting in the Pontiac.
"Don't I know that young man?" Sister Kathleen asked as Nick transferred her suitcase to the trunk of the Pontiac.
Nick was prepared for this and he had rehearsed Tommy time and again on how to handle the situation.
"Yes, I believe so. He sought your help right after you cured my blindness. He's been to almost every meeting since, too."
Kathleen felt ill at ease. She suddenly wished she hadn't accepted Brother Duncan's invitation, but Tommy's smile put her at ease.
"Hello, Sister Kathleen," he said as she climbed in the backseat with Nick. "You may not remember me, but you tried to help me last week."
"I remember you. Your name is Thomas. It's awfully nice of you to let me ride with you like this."
"I'm just glad I can help you," he replied. "And this is Stella Thatcher."
"Hi."
"Hello Miss Thatcher."
"Just call me Stella, everybody else does. Tommy has been very nice to offer to drive me up to see my relatives, and I'm glad you could join us. I've been to your services quite often during the past two weeks."
"I thought I'd seen you before. Well, it's very nice of you to take me along like this."
"No trouble at all," Stella smiled.
The four exchanged pleasantries while Tommy wheeled the car through town and onto the highway that led out to the turnpike. Nick had a nervous moment when they passed under the turnpike and continued East on the narrow, two-lane highway, but Sister Kathleen did not seem to notice. They had worked out a complicated route of farm-to-market roads which would take them across Oklahoma to Fayetteville, Arkansas. The easier route would have been to use the Tulsa turnpike and cut through the Southern part of Missouri near Springfield and then enter Arkansas from the North. It was miles shorter to Nick's cabin that way, but Nick studiously avoided entering Missouri where he was an ex-con. He hadn't been back since he had served his time, and he wasn't going back.
Sister Kathleen would be a problem before long, but Nick was prepared for that. No matter how poor her contact with the everyday world might be, she was bound to realize that they were heading in the wrong direction. They would bind and gag her immediately after the first gas stop, dropping all pretenses of a friendly ride. In the meantime, Nick mused, he'd keep her occupied with meaningless chit-chat.
The last rays of day faded rapidly and pitch black night descended as the car worked its way across the state. Sister Kathleen commented on the lack of traffic, and Tommy responded that he was using a roundabout route to avoid heavy traffic. That also served to explain the many turns as they worked from one farm road to another, and Sister Kathleen seemed satisfied with the explanation.
Tommy glanced at the fuel gauge and saw that the needle was hovering just above the empty mark. Nick had told him to drive as far as he possibly could before refilling, and Tommy felt that they had reached that point.
"Better stop for gas at the next station," he announced. He saw Nick nod in the rear view mirror. They were North and East of Tulsa now. Tommy had memorized the route and was certain there was a junction just a few miles up the road. There should be a station there, he reasoned, and it wouldn't be an easily recognizable town, which was something Nick wanted to avoid.
Sister Kathleen had a nagging feeling inside that something was wrong. She couldn't pin it down or trace it to any one single thing, but the feeling wouldn't go away. She was nervous, but she didn't want the others to see this. After all, she was their guest and they were being terribly nice to her. She wished she had taken the bus! What was it that bothered her? Was it the route that seemed to wind back and forth constantly? Or was it a certain tension among these people, something she couldn't define but was certain she felt. It was like they were on the brink of something. In dealing with people all these years, Sister Kathleen had become a good judge of character and she didn't like what she felt here in this car, speeding through the indigo night.
It might be simply riding in a car, Kathleen reasoned. She hadn't been comfortable in an automobile since the death of her parents in that tragic accident. That and a combination of nerves and restlessness must be it, she told herself. Yet, she still felt uneasy.
Tommy spotted the small, combination service station country store at the junction and pulled in. Nick suggested they buy sandwiches and candy bars to save time in having to stop to eat, and the four of them piled out of the car while an elderly woman began filling the tank. Stella waited patiently outside while Sister Kathleen used the only rest room, and then they bought sandwiches and soft drinks to take with them.
Kathleen became worried when she saw a stack of Tulsa newspapers by the cash register. How could they still be in Oklahoma after driving so long? They should be somewhere in Kansas by now. She felt there was something definitely wrong here, but she brushed it aside in the hope that she was simply overworked and nervous.
Tommy paid for the gas and they all climbed back in the car and started out. The next half-hour was uneventful as they ate their sandwiches and drank their soft drinks. Conversation was at a minimum. Nick was driving now and Tommy sat in back with Sister Kathleen. She chided herself because she felt the tension had mounted since the last stop. She couldn't get over the feeling that something was about to happen.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"We're taking a short cut," Nick replied. "I'm on the right road, aren't I, Tommy?" That was Tommy's signal.
"Sure," he said as he reached down under the seat and pulled out the nylon cord they had hidden there. "Stella, give me a hand for a moment, will you?" He kept his voice conversational and Stella turned around and knelt on the front seat to lean over.
Before she realized what was happening, Stella grabbed Kathleen's wrists and held them together firmly while Tommy quickly wound the nylon cord around them and bound them tight.
"What is this!" Kathleen said indignantly as Tommy tied a tight knot.
"Shut up!" Nick snapped. "Put the tape on her mouth, Stella."
Stella pulled a piece of wide adhesive tape out of her bag and leaned over the back seat. Kathleen tried to move away, but Tommy grabbed her and held her firmly. He pushed her head forward and Stella placed the tape over Kathleen's lips.
"Uuuuummmmmpppphhhhhh!" She tried to scream, but the tape held her lips firmly together and all she could manage was a muffled moan. She was terrified. What was this all about? What did they plan to do to her? Dear God, why hadn't she taken the bus? This was the first time in her life she had ever felt so completely alone--so helpless! Her eyes widened when she saw the animal lust reflected in Tommy's eyes. A quick glance at Stella wasn't reassuring. She had the same hungry look and both were openly appraising her body. They wouldn't! They couldn't!
Tommy's hand came slowly toward her body and he crudely cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Kathleen's body reacted violently. She'd never had anybody touch her like that--male or female! She brought her hands up and tried to push him away, but he was too strong for her. Then she lashed out with her feet in an effort to kick him. His vulgar hand on her breast, the insolent fingers searching for her nipple, were more than she could stand!
"She's got a good set of tits," Tommy announced proudly. "She hides them in this plain dress, but they're real beauties!"
"UUUuugghhhh!" she grunted, kicking at him with all of her strength while Stella leaned over the seat smiling at them.
"Put her on the floor, Tommy, face down," Nick commanded, with a chuckle lacing his words. "We don't want any trouble out of her and we don't want anybody to see her back there."
Tommy grabbed Kathleen roughly and twisted her body around. Then he pushed and shoved until he had her on the back floor of the Pontiac with her face and hands down. He used his good leg to place one foot on her ankles so she was held flat.
Kathleen was in a state of panic. She was so frightened she could feel her heart pounding in her throat, and she gained amazing energy to fight against her captors as fright forced adrenalin through her system. Twisting like a wildcat, she moved her body from side to side in an effort to free herself. But she was helpless, completely under their control. No matter how she contorted her body, she was held tight against the floorboard of the speeding auto. Tears filled her eyes and she could feel the nylon cord scraping her tender skin as she tried to work her hands free.
'Is it okay if we play with her a little, Doc Nick?" Tommy asked.
"Yeah, go ahead, But don't hurt her."
"Lift her skirt," Stella said, "and let's see what she's got on under that dollar ninety-eight dress."
Tommy leaned down and pulled Kathleen's dress up so that the hem was around her waist in the back.
"Bloomers!" Stella exclaimed. "Nick, would you believe she's wearing bloomers?"
"Yeah, I'd believe anything about her. But don't worry, well make a real woman out of her in the next two weeks!"
"Pull 'em down, Tommy. Here, I'll help."
Kathleen felt two sets of fingers slip under the band of her long panties and shuddered as she felt strange skin against her own. Nick? Why did they call Brother Duncan "Nick"? And "two weeks!" Oh, dear God, what were they going to do to her. Kathleen closed her eyes in an effort to prove to herself that this was all some cruel nightmare, that it really wasn't happening at all.
"I can't budge them," Tommy said.
"They must be tied in the front," Stella commented. "Go ahead, rip them. She won't need them from now on anyway."
Kathleen was horrified when she felt Tommy's strong fingers grasp the thin cotton material of her bloomers and pull roughly. The ripping sound seemed like an end of everything decent to Kathleen-and she wasn't far from the truth--as her body quivered and she tried to exercise the muscles in her buttocks to bring the cheeks firmly together.
"That's a nice little ass," Tommy commented with obvious admiration. "Look at that creamy white skin! Ill bet she has one hell of a body on her."
"Let's see what else she's got," Stella said lewdly as she reached down and inserted her fingers obscenely between the firm cheeks of Kathleen's buttocks.
Tommy slid one knee off the seat and wedged it between Kathleen's thighs, forcing them apart and making her position even more helpless.
"I told you she'd have a blonde twat," Stella exclaimed.
"Yeah, ain't that nice! Golden blonde, just like her hair!"
Kathleen began sobbing softly. Never in her young life had she been so humiliated! Two strangers fondling and gazing openly at her most private region. How could they? What made them like this?
Tommy stared at the exposed pubic region before him with real hunger. He could see the thin pink lips of her cunt quivering under his gaze, and the darker pink interior was vaguely visible just beneath. Those small, blonde curls seemed to beckon to him and he felt his cock pulsating in his pants. He reached out with his hand and ran his finger softly along the edges of her cunt. It was dry and he felt her body quake at his touch. That delighted him and he chuckled out loud. He hated this bitch who had made a fool out of him in front of hundreds of people, and making her pay for it would be a real pleasure!
Leaning forward a little more, he placed one hand on her back and crudely dug the tip of his finger between the lips of her vagina. It took only a moment to find her opening and he dug his finger inside.
"UUUUmmmmpphhhhhhHHHH!" Kathleen almost choked on her scream. The pain shot through her as she twisted at the bonds which held her hands and she wished she were dead. She couldn't understand this cruel, senseless invasion of her body. It was so dirty, so absolutely filthy! Why didn't the good Lord protect her, make them stop this animal game they were playing?
"Good and tight?" Stella asked.
"You bet!"
"Let me see," she said, leaning down and pushing Tommy's hand away so she could fondle the virginal lips of their victim's vagina. She parted the lips wide and then shot her finger up inside Kathleen. When she groaned, Stella pushed harder, sinking her finger almost beyond the first joint. She began a lewd sawing motion and then pulled her damp finger out. Moving up between the crease in Kathleen's buttocks, Stella began fondling the dark brown opening of the young faith healer's anus.
Kathleen almost fainted when she felt Stella probing that opening. My God, how perverted were these people? Was there no end to what they would do? She exerted all of her energy to close her anus tight.
"Look," Stella exclaimed. "That's cute. She's puckering her asshole for me. Isn't that cute, Tommy?"
Stella laughed for a moment and then lunged down with a cruel drive that sunk her finger inside the opening to Kathleen's rectum. Tommy watched and then moved his hand back to the helpless girl's vagina again. He sought her cuntal opening and sank his finger inside, then he and Stella set up a motion. They laughed as they used their fingers in unison on the helpless virgin's quivering, sobbing body.
Tommy couldn't stand it any longer. He reached down and pulled his fly open and took his massive penis out.
"Doc Nick, let me fuck her now. Let me throw just a little meat to her!" he pleaded, holding his dripping cock over her legs.
"Yeah," Stella chimed in, "let him give her a hump, Nick. It'll do her a world of good!"
"NO!" Nick snapped.
"Aw, Doc Nick, why not?" Tommy pleaded, dying to lean down and place his cock where his finger was.
"Not now, Tommy! This isn't the time or the place. And I don't want the car rocking all over the road while you pound it to her back there. Some stupid fuzz might think I was driving drunk or something. Well have plenty of time when we get her to the cabin, and you'll get a good crack at her there. I promise."
Tommy grumbled, stroking his cock and looking at the firm little ass just begging him to stab it. He and Stella continued fingering Kathleen as the car rolled on into the black night.
"Look," Nick announced. 'Those lights ahead are Fayetteville! Get that blanket down from the package tray and cover her up. Make sure she can breathe, but I don't want anybody seeing her as we drive through town."
Tommy reluctantly put his penis back in his pants, and Stella helped him unfold the blanket they had stolen from the apartment. Together they covered Kathleen's prone body, and Tommy made an air well for her head to allow her to breathe freely.
She felt the car slow down and saw flashes of light as they entered the city and Kathleen tried desperately to think of some means of escape from her tormentors. She realized now they would put her through the tortures of hell once they reached their destination. If there was only something she could do! But she couldn't even move her body. Her hands were beneath her and helpless in their tight binding. Her stomach was over the hump in the floorboard and Tommy had one foot on her back and the other on her legs. She was completely helpless! What had she done to deserve this? She had always faithfully served the Lord, shared her gift with others. If He was just, He would save her from this terrible humiliation!
"How's the gas holding out?" Tommy asked as Nick avoided the main street and wound his way through residential areas on his way to the river.
"We've got a half a tank, but I doubt that will make it. Ill wait until we're through town. Maybe I can find a deserted station somewhere. If I do, Stella and I will get out and keep the attendant in conversation while he fills the tank. You stay in the car and hold her down. Don't let her make a sound. Ill try to find one where there's no light."
"Listen, Nick," Stella said. "I don't know about you, but I've got to take a leak!"
"Me too!" Tommy chimed in.
"Okay, okay!" Nick said, his voice obviously irritated. "After we get the car filled, I'll pull up and park it in a dark spot. Then well hit the rest rooms one by one."
Nick crossed the bridge, drove slowly through the commercial district and then turned North on the highway that led to Memphis. About five miles out of town Nick saw the perfect spot. It was a small country service station with two pumps. The only light was in the farm store behind the station and the area around the pumps was dark. He pulled in and quickly hopped out of the car. Stella got out on the passenger side and they began talking to the elderly man the minute he approached the car. Nick asked him a dozen questions about highways and directions, which kept the man busy pointing this way and that as he filled the tank. Tommy held Kathleen down with hard pressure on both feet, digging his shoes into her back and legs until she thought he would break her skin. Tommy's nerves eased as he saw Nick pay the man with exact change and climb back in the car. Never once did the attendant look inside the car! Stella opened her door and slid in and Nick started the motor.
"Mister!" the attendant shouted, coming toward the car.
Nick had to fight down the impulse to gun the engine and race back out onto the road, but he knew that would only make the old man suspicious.
"Yes?" Nick replied, keeping his voice as calm as he could.
"Don't you want your stamps?" the attendant asked.
"Er, no--no, I don't save stamps," Nick replied, relief flooding his body. "But we might use your rest room. Do you have one?"
"Right back there," the man said, pointing to the rear of the store.
"Ill just pull up over there out of the way, then," Nick commented as he eased the Pontiac forward. "You two go first," he said to Tommy and Stella. "Ill watch her and then go when you get back."
As soon as they left, Nick climbed in the backseat and placed his feet on Kathleen's body to hold her down. The peaked hump in the blanket where Kathleen's ass stuck up in the air was tantalizing Nick. He looked around and saw that no one was near, then reached down and lifted the blanket to expose her bare buttocks to his hungry eyes.
"That is a nice ass," he said softly. He reached down with one hand and spread the creamy white cheeks apart. Then, with his other hand, he lunged his finger accurately inside her vagina. Nick didn't stop at the joint, but shoved it all the way up to his knuckle. Kathleen moaned with the pain of the cruel invasion and her body twisted as he held his finger inside her.
She had hoped from the way he had stopped Tommy that she might find mercy with this man, but now she could see that all hope was gone. Kathleen sobbed and let the tears flow down her cheeks as he gave her two hard jabs and then removed his finger.
Nick hastily replaced the blanket as he heard the other two returning to the car. Tommy took his place and Nick went quickly to the rest room. He grinned as he held his penis over the urinal. She'll make quite a lay, he thought.
"Next stop, the cabin," Nick said as he climbed in the car and started the engine.
Kathleen shuddered as she felt the car pull back into motion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She didn't know if she had fainted or passed out from nervous exhaustion, for when Kathleen awoke the two men were carrying her up a dirt path. She was still bound and gagged, so she couldn't cry out, even though she was more frightened than she had ever been in her life. It was pitch black out and Kathleen could see stars winking through the tall pines as she was carried up to the rustic log cabin. She thought of escape, but immediately realized how hopeless it really was. Even if she could miraculously get away from her captors, Kathleen had no idea where she was. She wouldn't even know where to run!
"I can't get this damned lock open!" Stella rasped.
"Here," Nick responded, putting Kathleen's feet on the ground, "let me do it. She's conscious now anyway. She can stand up. I haven't been up here in years, so the lock's probably rusted or something."
He worked the key back and forth in the lock, cursing when it refused to give. Then he took the handle of the door and put pressure on it as he turned the key. The lock clicked and the door flew open.
"Keep her out here and watch her until I get some candles lit," he said, walking into the cabin.
"Candles?"
"We have to have some light until Tommy and I can get the generator fired up out back," he called over his shoulder, struck a match and began moving around inside the cabin. Within as many minutes he had half a dozen candles lighted and he called for them to bring Kathleen in. "Tie her to that chair over there until we can get this place organized."
Tommy pushed Kathleen roughly across the room and shoved her down in a massive oak chair against the wall. Nick tossed him some clothesline and he lashed her securely to the chair.
"Check the rooms, Stella," Nick ordered briskly. "I've got some sheets, blankets and pillows stored in one of the closets. Open the windows and dust the joint out while Tommy and I work on the generator."
Stella gave the small cabin a whirlwind cleaning, made the beds and aired everything out. She kept an eye on Kathleen, never leaving her alone for more than a few minutes at a time. Kathleen thought bravely of escaping by carrying the chair with her, but when she tried to move she found it was too heavy for her weary muscles. She was exhausted from the hours she had spent in the cramped position on the floor and all she wanted to do was stretch out and go to sleep.
Nick and Tommy were gone for about forty-five minutes. Tommy came back to the kitchen once to get a small hose to siphon gas from the car for the generator. Finally, Stella heard the steady hum of a motor out back. She walked over and flipped one of the light switches and was pleased to see the room immediately illuminated. Nick bent down and plugged the refrigerator in when he returned to the cabin.
"Took some priming, that's all," he said in reference to the motor which operated the generator. "Boy, I'm bushed!"
"Me too!" Tommy added.
"It's been a long day," Stella said with a yawn.
"But we pulled it off, didn't we?" Nick said proudly.
"You can say that again. I don't know about you boys, but I could do with some sleep. What'll we do with her?"
"How about that back bedroom?" Nick asked. "I noticed the shutters are still nailed on the window, and it's got a good lock on the door. I think we can untie her and let her sleep in there for the night. She can holler her head off up here. There isn't a soul in miles. I don't know about you, but I'm not up to her tonight. I want to be fresh when we tackle that."
"Yeah," Tommy agreed, "let's get some sleep. My leg's hurtin'. You got one of those pills, Doc Nick?"
"Sure. Come on, let's get her locked up first."
They untied Kathleen and led her back to the room. Once inside, Nick released the nylon cord holding her hands.
"Get some sleep, girlie. You'll need it!"
He locked the door and took the key with him while he gave Tommy a codeine pill. Then the three of them fell into bed and a deep sleep.
The morning dawned bright and cool and Nick was the first one up. There was no hot water because he'd forgotten to plug in the electric water heater the night before, so he took an icy shower that refreshed him and sent him outside to take deep breaths of the pure mountain air.
'This is really living after that heat, isn't it?" he said to Stella when she joined him out in front of the cabin.
"And it sure gives me an appetite," Stella said breathing deep.
'There's a country store about seven miles down," Nick replied. "You fix some coffee. There's some in there somewhere. Ill hop in the car and run down and lay in some provisions. By the time the coffee's ready I'll be back with something for breakfast."
When he returned, it took Nick and Tommy three trips to empty the car. Stella fixed bacon and eggs and plenty of buttered toast and they all sat down to a hearty breakfast. Afterward, Stella fixed a plate and took it into Kathleen. They allowed her to use the bathroom and to shower, and then she was locked in the room once more.
Stella came back into the main room and sat across from Nick, who was relaxing with a cigarette.
"Okay, Nick," she said, "now we've got her up here. So how do we go about getting our hands on that money? " Tommy finished drying the dishes and joined the other two. He'd been wondering the same thing and he was glad Stella had voiced it.
'Well," Nick said slowly, "there are several alternatives. I thought we'd sit here and talk them out this morning. The most obvious solution is also perhaps the most dangerous for us."
"What's that?" Tommy asked.
"Holding her for ransom. We put a nice round figure of say one hundred grand on her head and she has to pay us that to get free. You see, she controls the bank accounts. So she could pay us and we wouldn't have to send ransom notes and all that. She gives us checks and we go cash them and then set her free."
"Why's that dangerous for us?" Stella demanded. "Nothing could be any safer."
"The danger would be that she could finger us to the fuzz--and kidnapping is a federal rap--at any time. All she'd have to do is holler and we'd be in for a long one. And if we took away Brother Richard's bankroll, he'd make her holler--believe me. Oh, we could do it that way. But we'd have to head out for some foreign country for a while. That's what I mean about discussing this before we make a move."
"Yeah, I see what you mean," Stella responded slowly. "We'd have the dough, but there'd be no guarantee she wouldn't turn us in."
"Exactly."
"So what other choices have we got? "
"Well, all the others depend on us gaining control over her to one degree or another. Can she hear us back there? "
"This cabin is pretty small, Nick," Stella said.
"Why don't we all go outside and get a breath of fresh air: Kathleen stepped quickly away from the door, afraid that they might come to check on her before they went outside. She had been able to catch only snatches of their conversation and she was desperately trying to put the pieces together to make sense.
The locked room was even more frustrating than being bound and gagged! Here she had her freedom of movement and she could scream if she wanted. Kathleen knew it would only be a waste of time and energy, though. She was certain they had brought her to a very remote spot where no one would hear her. She'd tried the window early in the morning and found it securely fastened. Then she'd searched the room for weapons. There were plenty; candlesticks, an old broom handle in the closet, hangers--both wire and wood, and even a heavy iron bookend. But what good would they do her? She could never overcome all three of them, and using any form of force would only make her own position more dangerous.
For all of her shortcomings as a mature human being, Kathleen Morgan was a very logical and practical girl. She had no idea of what ordeals lay before her, but Kathleen knew she would have to survive by her wits and not force. She also knew she would not call on the Lord to help her. This was a human situation, not one of His making, and it was time she learned to deal with life as it was. Her only resource was the power of her mind, and that she would use as best she could.
Kathleen was determined to keep her mind and body separate, never let one control or give in to the other.
There was a great deal of conversation and argument over Nick's two proposed alternatives as the trio sat in the shade of a tall pine a few yards from the cabin. The sun was warm but not hot unless you were in the direct rays, and the trees kept the area around the cabin shady and pleasant.
"There's a certain amount of risk no matter what we do with her," Nick insisted. "You two should be able to see that. This isn't some Sunday picnic we're on! We've all lived on the other side of the law all of our lives, and now you two want the perfect setup with no risk involved. On a caper this big, there has to be risk!"
"All I want," Stella said, "is the least possible amount of risk, Nick."
"Me too," Tommy agreed.
"I don't want to have to go live in Brazil the rest of my life. I can't even speak Spanish."
"Portuguese," Nick corrected. "What?"
"Portuguese. They speak Portuguese in Brazil, not Spanish. Anyway, I've already said I don't want to have to leave the country. What I want is a good stake so I can come up here and live in peace, that's all. I'm just trying to point out that we have to assume some risk. Look, no matter which way we go, don't you agree we have to control the girl? "
"Yes," they replied in unison.
"And don't you both want a crack at making a real woman out of her? "
"Damn right!" Tommy said.
"I sure do," Stella commented, with her tongue coursing her lips like a hungry animal.
"We don't know how she'll react. They're all different, we know that," Nick continued. "But in ten days or so we might just start a fire in her that nobody will be able to put out. That's if we're lucky, and luck has been running with us so far on this job. But no matter how she reacts, we can turn her into our physical slave. Once we've done that, we can decide just what course we want to take. So why not play it by ear, go to work on her and see what happens? We can enjoy ourselves and have plenty of time to decide."
CHAPTER NINE
Kathleen heard them coming. She braced herself for whatever she might have to endure, praying silently that her power to reason with them would spare her from physical torture. When she heard the key in the door, it was all she could do to restrain herself from grabbing the nearest weapon to defend herself. Her heart was in her throat and beads of perspiration formed on her brow, but she used her iron will to force herself to appear calm and collected as the door opened and the three of them walked into the room.
She wanted to scream at them, ask them why they were treating her like this. What had she ever done to them? But again her control held her in check. Let them speak first. It would do no good to begin arguing before she knew what they wanted or what they intended to do.
"Good morning, Kathleen," Nick said calmly.
She noted that he had dropped the "Sister", and her mind told her that this was significant. She could feel a certain amount of tension between them, yet she also sensed a new confidence flowing in their combined attitude. As she stared carefully into their eyes, she experienced a new fear. Kathleen was not worldly, but she knew the look of lust when she saw it.
"What do you want? " she asked coolly.
"Nothing," Nick replied.
"What are you going to do?" she asked as calmly as she could.
"Make a woman out of you," Nick replied matter of factly. "We're going to teach you all about the wonders and joys of sex."
"It won't be any good for you if I'm not willing, you must know that."
"You might just be surprised," Nick laughed. "And you'll be willing when we get through. You'll even be begging for more."
"Never!" she screeched, momentarily losing control.
"That's enough talk, Nick," Stella remarked, anxious to get on with it as she stood there looking at the gorgeous blonde.
"Okay, let's take her into the big bedroom."
Tommy limped quickly across the room and grabbed Kathleen's arms and forced them behind her back.
"Let go of...." Kathleen halted in mid-sentence. It would do no good to yell at them. But she wouldn't give herself up without a struggle. She leaned her weight on one leg and kicked back savagely with the other. The movement caught Tommy off balance and her heel shot up into his crotch with deadly accuracy.
"OWWwwww!" he groaned as he doubled over in pain.
Nick moved swiftly, crossing to Kathleen and picking her up bodily. She tried to slap and scratch him, but Stella came in and grabbed her wrists. Tommy recovered, and before they could stop him he walked up and grabbed Kathleen's breast in a vicious pinch that made her gasp in pain.
"Okay, okay," Nick snapped. "Let's get her in the other room and get her clothes off."
They carried her to the large bedroom and Nick and Tommy held her while Stella deftly stripped her down. She struggled, but she was helpless against the three of them. When Stella removed her bra, she stood for a moment gazing at Kathleen's naked breasts. Admiration filled her eyes. They were perfect, two luscious mounds of firm skin capped with strawberry nipples! Stella couldn't resist the temptation. She reached out and cupped them in her hands, kneading the pert nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
Kathleen flinched from the obscene contact and kicked out with all her might. She missed Stella narrowly as the older girl stepped back.
"Come on, Stella," Nick grunted, holding the struggling girl, "pull her pants down and let's get her tied down to the bed."
Stella ripped Kathleen's bloomers off and threw the torn material into the corner of the room.
"Get that clothesline and cut it into four pieces," Nick commanded. "Well get her down on the bed and you can tie her up while we hold her."
Stella went into the kitchen and quickly cut the clothesline into four long pieces. When she returned to the bedroom, Nick and Tommy had Kathleen's nude body down on the bed. She crossed to the head of the bed and took Kathleen's right wrist and bound it to the bedpost. Stella repeated this with the left arm on the other side of the bed and then moved to the foot to bind Kathleen's ankles so that her body was completely helpless in a spreadeagle position.
"She's got spirit, this one," Nick commented as he and Tommy let go of the girl and stood up to flex their muscles.
The three of them stood there staring openly at the nude, virginal body before them. Kathleen felt nausea sweep through her as they moved around the bed to inspect her helpless body. She cringed when each of them stood at the foot of the bed and stared lustfully up between her legs at her most intimate organ. What made them like this? They were like hungry jungle beasts!
Stella moved behind the head of the bed and reached in to loosen Kathleen's severe hairdo. She pulled the combs out and then used them to comb the golden blonde tresses into long soft waves that fell to her shoulders.
"You're such a beautiful girl, Kathleen darling, why do you try to hide it?" she said softly, almost affectionately. Then she walked over and opened her purse to take out her lipstick. She came back to the bed and bent over Kathleen's face. Kathleen tried to move her head aside, but Tommy reached out and grabbed her hair and held it still. Stella applied the lipstick and then stood back to admire her work. "She's really beautiful, isn't she?"
The two men murmured their approval and Stella went to her purse again. This time she brought back a small mirror she used to apply her makeup and held the glass above Kathleen's face so the girl could see the amazing transformation which had taken place with two simple changes.
Kathleen gasped when she saw her reflection in the mirror. She looked like a voluptuous movie star! The lipstick accentuated her full lips and made them look like ripe berries. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders in soft golden waves that emphasized her heart-shaped face and gave her the tender soft appearance she had tried to avoid all these years. How many times had she thought of doing this to herself in the privacy of her camper where no one could see her, only to stop herself with the thought that it would be giving in to the world of material beauty?
"You take her first and warm her up for us, Stella," Nick said as he turned to leave the room. "Come on, Tommy, let's get us a beer and a couple of chairs so we can enjoy this."
Stella needed no urging. A warm, tingling sensation had been coursing her body ever since she stripped Kathleen. Stella could never understand why she felt this way when she was near a nude girl, but she accepted it as a part of her personality and made no effort to fight it. Making love to a girl, especially an unwilling virgin, was the most exciting thing in life to Stella.
She put the mirror back in her purse and quickly removed her shorts and halter. To heighten her excitement, Stella rubbed her own nipples until they were erect and then ran her finger over her clitoris until it, too, was standing at attention.
Kathleen watched this in fascinated horror. The older girl's naked body was certainly sensuous. Those large, heavy breasts which stood so proudly on her chest. The narrow waist with the flaring hips. How could she play with herself like that? Didn't she know it was a sin? Didn't she realize it would ruin her health? Kathleen looked up and caught Stella staring into her eyes. She blushed.
"What... what are you going to do?"
"Teach you a little about pleasure and joy, darling," Stella purred as she crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Kathleen. She took Kathleen's face in her hands and held it as she stared longingly into the innocent girl's eyes. Then she moved forward and pressed her mouth against Kathleen's. Kathleen tried to struggle, but Stella's hands held her head in a viselike grip.
Kathleen's mind and body recoiled at the filthy act. Two women didn't kiss like this! The feel of Stella's hungry mouth against her own made her quiver. She felt Stella's tongue running along the edge of her lips and she held her mouth fiercely shut. Then she felt Stella's hand snake down to her thighs. Teasing fingertips traced electric designs up and down the soft skin of her thighs and made Kathleen squirm.
Stella teased her for a few moments and then brought her hand up to the soft pubic mound she intended to ravage. At first she merely applied pressure against the vulva as she continued working her mouth against the girl's, but then her finger sought the thin lips and quickly parted them. I'll really make this proud little bitch squirm now, Stella thought as she sought and found the tiny love button at the top of the virginal slit. She teased it and then rubbed it as her mouth became more and more demanding on Kathleen's tightly closed lips. Then she raked her nail over it and felt Kathleen's body stiffen. Kathleen opened her mouth to moan and Stella quickly darted her tongue inside the warm cavity.
Oh, dear God, Kathleen thought, make her stop! It was ugly, depraved, terrible, and yet she felt a warm response down between her thighs, a sensation Kathleen hadn't experienced since she was a child and had played with herself before her mother caught her and lectured her on the evils of letting the Devil take possession of your body. She would be condemned to a life in hell, her mother told her, if she couldn't control the ugly desires of the flesh.
The memory of her mother helped Kathleen steel her nerves and strengthen her will to resist. She forced herself to divorce her mind from her body, but she managed to bite Stella's tongue before she turned her body off.
"Ouch! You little bitch, you have a long time to go here! We can make it as rough as you want it!"
Stella moved her face down and took one of Kathleen's nipples between her teeth and bit hard.
"Owwwwwwwwww!" Kathleen groaned in pain.
"That's nothing to what the men will do to you," Stella said. "You'd better stop fighting, darling. Here, let me kiss that lovely little titty well."
Stella began licking and sucking Kathleen's breast while her trained fingers moved relentlessly around inside the young girl's vulva. She sucked and caressed it with her hungry tongue until the nipple relaxed and then became taut. What a gorgeous set of tits, Stella said to herself as she played with them one by one and kissed them until she had both nipples hard and erect. She heard the men come back into the room and settle down in their chairs to watch, but she ignored them completely. This was her moment with the young virgin and she would place all of her concentration on making this luscious body respond.
Stella stood up and moved to the foot of the bed. She climbed up, placing herself on her knees between Kathleen's wide-spread thighs. Kathleen looked at her in horror. What was this depraved homosexual going to do to her now? When Stella smiled with the lusty look in her eyes, Kathleen's body shuddered. Kathleen watched her run her ugly hands up and down her thighs and the touch repulsed her. It was like having an animal crawl across your body when you were unable to stop it!
The pink slit surrounded by golden blonde hair fascinated Stella. She'd known a number of blondes, some had even worked for her, but never one who had a blonde twat. The hair was so fine and silky it was like having a child's cunt stretched out before you--something Stella wanted to try one day. She licked her lips lewdly and then moved her head down so that she could trace small patterns along Kathleen's creamy, tender thighs. Her skin tasted of fresh soap, clean and warm like a tender morsel to be savored. All the time the slit stared at her, calling her mouth and tongue to taste its honey. Trailing her tongue along in a straight path, Stella ran it up into the silky pubic hair and along the warm lips. She used her fingers to spread the girl's vulva and then dipped her tongue inside with a long, wet swoop that made Kathleen's body shake.
Kathleen wanted to close her eyes to blot out the ugly vision before her, but she couldn't. Stella's jet black hair weaved and bobbed between her thighs as the older girl began a steady licking between Kathleen's virginal cuntal lips. Kathleen noticed that all the time Stella kept her eyes fastened on hers, her nose rested gently on the top of Kathleen's pubic mound. They seemed to sparkle and gleam as her tongue forced Kathleen's body to quiver and move on the bed.
There was no denying it. Kathleen could feel her body responding! She opened her eyes wide and forced herself to look at the ugly thing Stella was doing to her, to see it for what it really was so she could reject it and force her body back to reality.
"That Stella really loves to gobble a twat, don't she?" Tommy said stroking his cock as he watched the buxom brunette really attack the blonde's pussy with relish. He and Doc Nick had both stripped down and sat naked drinking beer in their chairs as they watched Stella work on the young, innocent girl.
"And she really looks like she eats it up, doesn't she?" Nick agreed, indicating the way Kathleen's body was quaking on the bed. He dropped his hand to his lap and grasped his heavy cock. It was already hard and excited, and Doc wanted to pace himself so he could really give the virgin a ride on her first shot with a man inside her. "Make her pop her cookies, Stella," he laughed.
Stella ignored them completely, nestling her face even deeper between the thighs of the beautiful young blonde. She placed the tip of her nose against the tiny erect sentinel of Kathleen's passion and nuzzled it as she shot her hot tongue up inside the girl's vagina. Stella knew she had Kathleen going now. She could feel the tiny jerks of the young girl's hips as they ground her pubic mound firmly against her hungry mouth, and she heard the faith healer's breath begin coming in short gasps.
Kathleen fought it with all she had. She kept telling herself over and over again how ugly and depraved it was, how she was no better than the Lesbian who was ravaging her, but she couldn't hold her body in the same rigid control she held her mind. What worried her most was that now her mind was fighting back, rebelling against all she believed in. The warmth flowing through her could not be checked. She was able to hold herself in control for only brief moments at a time. The frustration of the years of denying herself was catching up with her and a voice inside kept demanding that she let herself go and break the dam she had so carefully and patiently built over all this time.
That tongue! It was like a searing probe, a demanding thing which would consume her entire body in a blazing fire. She felt Stella run it deep inside her vaginal canal and then withdraw it slowly so that it seemed to touch every sensitive nerve ending inside her. And that nose! It was like a weapon being used on her clitoris. A weapon which both battered at her defenses and caressed her to a point where she thought she would explode.
Stella saw the young girl's head begin flailing from side to side, her long golden hair flaring out in gentle waves as she fought what was happening to her, tried to put out the fire Stella had created. Smiling to herself--and consumed with her own lust--Stella strengthened her attack. She licked and nibbled furiously, giving the virginal cunt no relief. As she took Kathleen's erect clitoris between her teeth and began a gentle, demanding nibbling, she felt Kathleen's body begin to arch up on the bed.
Stella wanted to stop and make her beg for it, but that would have to come later. She was certain the religious girl had never truly experienced an orgasm, so she wouldn't know what she was begging for. Let her taste the joy of falling off the cliff of passion a few times, and they'd have her begging them to take care of her.
She looked over and saw the two men sitting in their chairs with their hard cocks held in their hands, their lips dry and hungry as their tongues darted out constantly to moisten them. The entire scene was so sensual Stella felt her own juices begin to boil. Her cunt itched and the tips of her nipples ached. This was going to be quite a week, she told herself, as she slowed down to let Kathleen level out on her plane. It was always better if you remained on that high plane for a few minutes before you took the leap. That was something men seldom understood, Stella thought as she continued nuzzling and licking the virgin's moist cunt.
Tommy began to rise. He wanted to get behind Stella and throw his cock up her while she licked the young girl off. Nick saw his intention and waved him back to his chair.
"Let her alone," he whispered. "We're breaking her in and this will be the first time she's ever popped off. Don't distract her in any way. Don't worry, Tommy, you'll use that rod of yours plenty in the next week or so."
Tears began to pour out of Kathleen's eyes as she realized she could no longer hold herself back. She hated her body for betraying her like this, for turning her into a cheap, common animal; like the girl down between her helpless legs. Her muscles tensed as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her veins.
"Ooooooooohhhhh!" she gasped as Stella renewed her attack.
Stella had timed it perfectly. She could feel her own passions begin to soar as she licked and nibbled at the delicious blonde cunt furiously. She was ready to explode, but she would wait to time it with the young virgin's explosion.
"AAAaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" Kathleen screamed as she felt the dam inside her burst and the juices begin flowing inside her vagina.
Stella swung her leg over Kathleen's and ground her cunt against the young girl's knee. She sucked at Kathleen's juices as her own began seeping out to run down the girl's leg.
Kathleen's body arched up to meet Stella's hot mouth and Stella's hands cupped the firm spheres of the young girl's ass and pulled her crotch up tight against her mouth. Their bodies seemed locked in the lewd position for long moments and then Kathleen's body relaxed and they fell back to the bed.
CHAPTER TEN
When Kathleen opened her eyes, she found Nick standing beside the bed. His long cock was extending out over her face so that it blocked her entire view. It was the first time she had ever seen a man's penis and it frightened her. She had had no idea they were so long and so thick! And those ugly sacks hanging down, covered with thick curly hair! Kathleen could see each vein rippling down the long member, and she imagined she could see the blood rushing through those veins to make them pulse like a heart beat. How could a woman take anything that huge inside her, Kathleen wondered with fear coursing up her spine?
"Now you're going to see what it's like with a man, girlie."
Kathleen could see the small tear in the eye of his penis along with the moist streaks of white lubricant spotting the head where he had been stroking himself while he watched Stella make love to her, and her body shuddered involuntarily.
"Afraid, huh?" Nick chuckled. "Well, here, get familiar with this pole that's going to bring you so much joy."
He leaned down and rubbed the head of his cock against her cheek. The drop oozed from the eye and smeared a small streak across her pale skin. Kathleen's body jerked, the contact and the sticky trail making her jump. Worse yet was the smell of Nick's prick. This was Kathleen's first experience with the odor of sex and the pungent combination of urine, sweat and lubricants made her stomach turn. She twisted her head to the side in an effort to break the contact of his penis against her face.
"Stella," Nick called, "hold her head for me. I want her to be real familiar with what a cock is."
Stella reluctantly came over and took Kathleen's head in her hands. She was tired, exhausted from her long orgasm, and she resented having to do Nick's dirty work for him. She knew better than to defy him, though. Most men had a mean streak and Nick's was a beauty. He wasn't a man to cross!
Nick got on his knees on the bed beside Kathleen and took his prick in his hand. The sight of her beautiful face excited him and he couldn't remember being this horny for a long time. He guided his hard cock up against Kathleen's cheek and rubbed it on the soft skin for a moment. Then he moved over and stuck the head of it in her ear and made obscene movements with his hips.
"Plllleeeaaaassseeee!" she pleaded in a cracking voice.
Her plea only goaded Nick on and he moved his throbbing penis up so he could push the head into each eye, smearing her eyelids with a trail of sticky liquid which stung.
He's really going to give her the full treatment, Stella thought as she watched Nick move around so he could guide the dripping end of his cock up against her nostrils. It looked to Stella like he was trying to fuck her in the nose. And, in a way, he did. He lodged the tip of his member in each side of her nose and gave it a gentle shove.
Kathleen's senses were reeling. She wanted to plead with him, but she knew better than to open her mouth. She knew exactly what he would do if she did. And the very thought of that almost made her retch. Her neck muscles strained in her effort to avoid the insistent penis working at every opening on her face, but Stella had her in a firm grip and she couldn't move an inch.
Nick laughed coarsely as he ran his prick back and forth across her face, but he could feel the juices in his balls begin to swirl with their desire lo be released. He abandoned his game, signaling Stella that she could let the girl's head free, and then moved down to run his hands over her nubile body. Superb tits, he said to himself as he grasped them firmly in his hands and began kneading the flesh. He smiled when he saw the nipples pop up and become taut. Well have this one eating out of our hands in less than a week.
He dropped his head and popped the ripe cherry of her nipple into his mouth and began sucking it hard.
Dismay flooded Kathleen as she felt her body again begin to respond to what these beasts were doing to her. She tried to squirm to hide the fact that her hips were grinding into the mattress as he sucked her sensitive breast, and the passion was transmitted to her vagina. What in God's name was wrong with her to make her react like this?
Nick pulled hard on her tit and then let it plop back against her chest as he crawled down to kneel between her legs and stare at her open cunt. The thick blonde hair was already moist, tiny drops glistening in the light streaming in from the window. Her lips were a little puffy from where Stella had sucked and chewed on them, but they somehow retained their virginal look of innocence.
He wanted to shove his cock up her right away. God knows, he was hot enough. But she wasn't. And Nick was a careful man. He knew he had to make her enjoy it, even if the first time hurt her a little. She had to be at fever pitch when he fucked her so she would have an orgasm she wouldn't forget for a hell of a long while. That was important for her training. Holding himself in check, Nick slowly went down on her. He kissed her thighs and then ran his tongue over the silky pubic mound in teasing strokes. He knew it was worth the extra effort when he felt small shudders grab her tender body each time he slipped his tongue into the warm folds of her slit.
Using both hands, he spread the cuntal lips wide apart and stared at the partially erect clitoris before him. Then he leaned in and wagged his tongue back and forth like the wings of a butterfly in flight, the tip flicking wildly against the awakening bud of her womanhood.
Kathleen's body went into jerking spasms. It was like being shot with thousands of little electric darts that hit their mark perfectly each time. Her sensitive nerve endings were on fire and she knew she could never control her body if he kept this up. Before she realized what had happened, Kathleen experienced a minor orgasm. She felt the juices begin to flow and she expected him to stop, but Nick kept right on. He carried her quickly from one plane of excitement to another.
"Oh! Oh! OH!" she moaned as she went higher and higher under his butterflying tongue that beat against her sensitive bud relentlessly.
Nick could hold back no longer. He knew she was definitely ready. Her tits were heaving and her hips jerking up and down as he tortured her with his own special kiss of love. He withdrew his mouth and pulled his body forward.
"No, please... please don't stop!" Kathleen wailed as he pulled his mouth away from her crotch. She opened her eyes and suddenly fear creased her face as she saw him placing himself into a position where his giant penis was poised at the entrance to her womb. This was it! This was the moment she had dreaded, the moment when she would lose her virginity and no longer be pure in the eyes of her Lord. "Oh no, please don't do that! Please. I'll do anything you want, but please don't do that!"
Nick only smiled at her as he took his penis in hand and slowly guided it between the lips of her cunt. She tried twisting her body and was able to push him off center for a moment, but Nick reached under her and grasped her ass firmly. He held her there for a moment and then gave his hips a slight jerk. His cock flew at her and lodged itself between the lips of her cunt again. Only this time she couldn't move. He had her in a steel grip and he held her as he obscenely jerked his hips and sunk the head just inside the opening to her vagina.
"Owwww!" she groaned as the tight passage was forced to expand to accept the head of his thick prick.
This is going to be a tight one, he told himself as he found he had to work his cock in inch by inch. She was groaning all the way, but it also hurt Nick. His foreskin was stretched back tight and his cock felt like it was being scraped as the folds of her cunt engulfed it in a tight grasp each inch of the way.
Kathleen sucked her lip into her mouth and bit down on it with her teeth to offset the tremendous pain in her vaginal canal. It felt like she had a hot poker shoved up her and her skin was on fire. The ropes cut into her wrists and ankles as she tried to jerk her body free. Kathleen Morgan thought she was going to die. She wished for death when she opened her eyes and saw that only half of Nick's cock was up inside her. She'd never be able to take the rest of it!
Nick knew he was stuck against her hymen and that it would take real force to break it. He braced his feet against the foot of the bed and backed his cock out an inch. Then, with a mighty heave, he lunged against her body hard. She screamed, but to Nick's dismay her hymen held and he could still only get half his cock up her. Again he pulled back and lunged. Kathleen's scream this time pierced the walls of the cabin. Nick felt his cock hesitate for a moment and then plunge all the way up her belly. There was the warm moistness of blood and Nick felt triumphant.
"You've taken your first step on the way to being a woman, girlie," he grunted and began fucking her with short, mean thrusts that pushed the head of his cock against her cervix.
Kathleen had to fight to hold onto consciousness when the sharp pain shot through her body and penetrated her brain. Never in her young life had she ever experienced anything so painful! It seemed to rip through her body like a hot knife and she felt herself blacking out. Using every ounce of her iron will, Kathleen managed to remain conscious. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of passing out. That would delight him, and he'd call her "girlie" because she wasn't woman enough to take something every woman was born for.
She felt his hairy balls scrape against the tender skin on her ass as he set up a sawing motion with his prick inside her. Every movement was painful for her, and Kathleen wondered how long she would have to endure this humiliation.
Nick lunged hard and blasted his cock all the way inside her. Then he ground his pubic hair hard into her clitoris and watched her body begin to quake as a new fire began in her loins. He rubbed back and forth and delighted in the confused expression on her face. Then he braced his arms on the bed and held his body arched up as he fucked her with long, slow strokes, watching his blood-streaked prick glide in and out of her blonde hole.
Kathleen couldn't believe it! The pain was subsiding, and in its place a new sensation was growing inside her. She knew it was animal lust and she despised herself for being so weak. Yet she couldn't help herself. It was there, down in her vagina, and nothing she could tell herself would deny it.
No, her mind screamed at her! She was being raped by a filthy degenerate. There was no way she could enjoy this! She forced her body to go rigid and she held her breath in an effort to control herself.
Nick felt the change, but had no idea what motivated it. He knew she wasn't in orgasm. In fact, Nick was sure she was pulling back, going the other way. His balls were churning and he was close to exploding, so Nick decided to force the issue. His hands were still cupping the cheeks of Kathleen's ass and he let his index finger slide into the crease. He groped for a moment searching for her tender asshole, and when he located it he gouged his finger inside.
"Aaaauuuugggghhhhh!" Kathleen screamed at this new invasion of her helpless body. But it did no good. Nick sank his finger up to the first joint and began sawing it in and out as he continued fucking her with powerful strokes of his long cock. She was impaled on two hard objects, each working against the other inside her ravaged body, and Kathleen moved to try and free herself.
The movement was what Nick wanted and he speared her with new relish as her pelvis jerked up and down and from side to side. He knew it was also having its effect on her. Kathleen's firm tits began heaving up and down as her head swayed from side to side. She'd lost control of herself now. Kathleen dimly recognized this as she felt her body begin to climb the ladder of pleasure. It was a different kind of pleasure than what she had experienced with Stella. This was a combination of pain and joy, a heady cocktail that drove Kathleen's senses wild. She could feel his finger pressing against his cock as it raced up and down her weakened vagina, the thin wall separating them only serving to heighten the excitement for her. When she relaxed and gave her body to him, he seemed to move with the strength of a pile driver. His prick lunged in and out with fierce determination and she could feel his balls hit against her raised ass with each stroke.
Then suddenly she felt it. His penis expanded inside her until she thought the walls of her vagina would break. A rushing, gushing river spewed forth and the white, hot cum filled her womb. The feeling was so immense, Kathleen jerked her hips up to take even more of him.
"Sweet Jeeeesssuussss!" she cried out, every muscle in her body tensing and going into little spasms as the dam inside her burst and she felt her juices mix with his, flow to his long shaft and seep out of her vagina to form a hot river flowing down her thighs.
Nick's balls kept on pumping into her and Kathleen continued her climax until she fainted and fell back to the bed, unconscious.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Jesus!" Tommy exclaimed. "You fucked her until she passed out!"
Nick pulled himself off the helpless girl's body and stood over her for a moment.
"And look at those sheets!" Stella said in disgust.
"Some of them bleed a little when you crack their cherry," Nick commented as he started across the room to head for the bathroom.
"Are you going to let Tommy ram that telephone pole of his up her when she's like this? " Stella demanded.
"Maybe you'd better hold off for a while, Tommy," Nick said. "Shell be okay after a while."
"I don't want to fuck the bitch," Tommy retorted. "Just let me have her for a little while. I won't hurt her. I won't even bruise her. I just want her to myself for a few minutes, that's all."
"If you don't fuck her or hurt her, it's okay with me," Nick smiled as he turned and left the room.
"I don't even want to watch this," Stella commented, following Nick out of the room and leaving Tommy alone with the unconscious girl.
He limped slowly over to the bed, staring at the naked, unconscious girl with a dazed look in his eyes. It was a look of hatred, a look which plainly spelled out the years of frustration and torment Tommy had been through. He hated Kathleen because she had made a fool out of him.
because he had caught her several times looking at his deformed body with disgust, because she assumed a haughty air of command among her group, and because she had viciously kicked him in the balls.
But it was more than that. Kathleen was a symbol to Tommy. Not for any reason other than the fact that she was tied up and completely at his mercy. She didn't remind him of any one girl in particular, but of all girls he had known. Girls who had laughed at him, treated him like shit. They'd twitch their precious little asses at him and then if he made an advance they'd laugh at him, call him crude names.
It wasn't his fault his body was the way it was. Why couldn't they understand that? Why couldn't they understand that he was as much of a human being as any other man, that he had feelings and a need just as strong as anybody else?
But it was never that way. He was always a freak, something they could laugh at--or be afraid of. That hurt him more than the laughter, a girl's fear of him because he didn't look like every other Joe College in the world. Why were they afraid of him? Was he that disgusting, that repulsive? Why couldn't they look below the surface and see that he was a warm human being like anybody else?
Not girls. They were too superficial and cruel. Doc Nick and other men took him for what he was. They respected and liked him, but girls weren't like that at all. What they wanted was to hurt a guy, to humiliate him and make him feel like a hunk of shit!
Well, this was the chance he'd been waiting for! He'd teach this snotty little bitch a lesson. Fuck her! Hell no! That was much too good for her. The ache in his balls made a liar out of him and Tommy smiled. Sure, he said under his breath, I'll fuck you later on, Sister Kathleen. Ill lay this cock to you until you scream for more! But first I'm going to show you just what I think of you.
Kathleen began regaining consciousness. First her eyelids shuddered and bright light stabbed into the dark night which had bathed her mind. She tried to bring her hand to her face to block out the stabbing light, but she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder when she attempted to move. Her wrist was still secured to the bedpost. The pain brought her sharply back to reality.
There was another pain, a searing fire in her vagina that hurt like the very devil. And with this pain came the memory of what had just happened to her. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she had to fight her stomach which threatened to retch as she remembered the man raping her. The thought that she had been helpless to stop him was little consolation to the miserable girl. She remembered her body responding to what he was doing to her, remembered that she had given in and turned her body over to him with no effort to resist as she joined him in a moment of animal lust!
She was no better than he was, and the thought made Kathleen hate herself. Why had the power to resist deserted her? She, above all others, knew right from wrong. Or did she? Doubts had been nagging Kathleen's subconscious mind for months. Doubts about what she was doing, about the truth of her ability, and doubts about her own happiness. She had told herself over and over that she was happy, completely happy in the service of the Lord and humanity. But how could she explain that driving restlessness she had been experiencing? Why did she look at others and wonder if they had happier lives than she had? Perhaps it was, as her parents had often said, that the Devil came to tempt human beings from time to time and this was the Lord's way of testing the strength of His servants. Somehow, Kathleen's logical mind rejected that. It was too pat, too contrived.
God, her vagina hurt! Did all girls go through this? Was that moment or two of pleasure worth this pain? She forced her eyes open and squinted in the harsh light for a moment.
Then she saw Tommy standing over her. She quaked and a loud moan escaped from her lips. His penis! It was almost twice as long and half again as thick as Nick's! The veins bulged out in ugly purple streaks and the head was a blue-red. Filth, thick and white, oozed from the giant hole at the tip and hung down like an icicle. Never in her life had Kathleen seen anything so ugly.
"Now that you're awake, bitch," Tommy snarled, his temper a dangerous icy cold heat burning inside him, "I'm going to give you a choice."
"Please!"
"Shut up and listen! I want you to take this hunk of meat in your mouth and suck it until you drain it dry. Then you're going to lick it clean. If you don't, I have another treat in store for you. I ain't going to force you, so make up your mind."
"I can't!" Kathleen moaned, shaking her head violently. "Why don't you leave me alone, you filthy beast!"
"Okay," Tommy said with angry determination. "Ill teach you to obey orders!"
He went around the bed so he could use his good leg to climb up. Heaving himself across the mattress, he lifted his bad leg with his hands and straddled Kathleen's body on his knees. He leaned back so that he was sitting on her belly with his cock resting between her firm breasts.
The feel of his sticky lubricants oozing onto her breasts made Kathleen squirm. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. She was staring straight down at the cock poised between her breasts. She watched him place his hands at the sides of her mounds and press in so that they held his penis firmly between them.
Holding her thus, Tommy felt his cock encased in a beautiful warmth. He pressed his thumbs down on her nipples and then began slowly sawing his cock back and forth in a gentle fucking movement. His hairy balls, pulsating and heavy with sperm, rubbed hard against Kathleen's tummy and went up into the valley between her tits as he brought the head up to brush hard against her creamy white neck.
There was a trail of sticky cum that glistened in the light on Kathleen's helpless body and this excited Tommy. He'd show her who was boss, teach her a lesson she'd never forget as long as she lived. He pressed her tits in closer, covering his huge penis almost completely as he increased his tempo and began fucking her with long, hard thrusts.
Kathleen began sobbing. It seemed to her that she had reached the bottom of the dirtiest pit in the world. He wasn't actually hurting her, although he did dig into her nipples now and then with his dirty fingernails, but the humiliation of it was too much for her. She was being used like an animal, a machine for his masturbation! Kathleen was positive she could sink no lower than this!
The soft, fleshy mounds of her tits were beginning to get to Tommy. The frightened, disgusted look on her face excited him to a fever pitch. Now she was paying for all the crap she had dealt him! You can't reason with these snotty bitches, he told himself, so let 'em learn their lesson the hard way! He held her tits firmly and fucked them without mercy. His balls were really aching now as they rubbed against her white belly, and Tommy let his lust take over his body.
Doc and Stella walked back into the room and stood by the door watching the humiliation of the young girl. They'd heard her moan and groan out in the main room and decided to see just what Tommy was doing to her. Doc Nick smiled, thinking to himself that Tommy's timing was unconsciously perfect. This was what she needed, a good lesson about who was master and who was slave. She needed to be humiliated and taught that she was completely and totally in their power.
Stella was fascinated. Even though she shared the girl's sex and wanted to protect her, a sadistic streak in Stella's personality came to the conscious level as she watched Tommy work his huge cock between her tits. Stella didn't like the way Tommy treated a woman, but she had to admit that it was satisfying to see someone put in her place the way he was handling Kathleen.
A strange excitement came over Stella and she reached over and took Nick's partially erect penis in her hand and began stroking it as they watched Tommy fuck Kathleen's tits.
Tommy felt his balls expand and begin pulsing. He quickly let go of Kathleen's tits and raised his body a few inches from hers. His hand shot to the long shaft of his prick and he stroked it rapidly to keep up the momentum.
Kathleen looked at the poised penis aimed directly at her face in horror. Instinctively, she knew what was about to happen--and she was powerless to stop the filthy, humiliating act! The hole at the tip of his penis expanded and she saw a flood of white liquid spurt out. She desperately tried to move her head, but Tommy's hand snaked out and held her so that her face presented a perfect target.
Tommy let his prick spew on her, aiming it so that he covered every inch of her face with the hot, heavy sperm. It dripped from her eyelids, big drops sticking to her eyelashes, ran down her nose, formed puddles in the cleft of her chin, streamed into her ears and down her blushing, red cheeks. There were even streams running down her creamy, white neck.
Nick was aroused. Stella's trained hand had him hard and the sight of Kathleen's beautiful face covered with Tommy's cum made his balls ache.
"Now make her lick you clean, Tommy," he called out with a mean laugh.
"You heard him," Tommy snarled.
"NO! No, no, no...." Kathleen's voice trailed off into a desperate wail. "Lick it!"
"NO!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Leave me alone, you filthy beast!"
"Teach her a lesson, Tommy," Nick said. "Show her who's boss here. Piss on her!"
Tommy struggled and pulled his body into a standing position. He was still straddling her body with his legs planted wide apart. He'd never done this before, but the idea excited him as he held his cock in his hand and aimed it down on Kathleen's helpless body. This would show her what she was good for--to piss on!
Kathleen thought they were joking, trying to frighten her. Nobody would do such a foul thing! Then her eyes opened wide as she saw a heavy yellow stream of hot urine shooting down on her body. The odor was horrible! It hit her in the face and then trailed down her neck onto her breasts and over her belly. The hot liquid seemed to keep coming forever, covering her body and forming warm puddles beneath her where it ran down to cover the sheet and soak into the mattress.
"Now will you lick him clean?" Nick demanded as he crossed the room to stare down into Kathleen's tear-filled eyes.
"Never!" she screeched, using her last strength to spit at Nick.
"Come on, Stella," Nick said in hot anger. "Let's teach this little girlie a real lesson. Grab her foot over there and untie it."
Stella did as she was told and then followed Nick's example and forced Kathleen's struggling leg up over her head.
"Tie her ankle to her wrist," he commanded, winding the rope around her foot. "Now put some pillows under her back and prop her ass up in the air!"
Kathleen cursed herself. She had told herself a dozen times that resistance would do her no good, and now look at what she had brought on! Her body was doubled up and more helpless than ever! As she stared over the blonde bush of her pubic mound, she saw Nick climb up on the bed. His cock was long and hard again and Kathleen was more frightened now than she had ever been.
The mean look in Nick's eyes both frightened and excited Stella. She could see the lust written all over his face, but Stella knew that he was going to punish the helpless girl. She watched him crawl up to Kathleen on his knees, holding his hard prick in his hand. The girl's body was in an obscene position, her legs bent back so that her knees almost touched the mattress and her ass elevated high off the bed. Both her cunt and her asshole were completely exposed and suddenly Stella realized what Nick was going to do. Her own body shivered at the thought of the pain he would inflict on the girl, and yet this strangely excited her.
She reached down and began stroking her pussy as she watched Nick place himself in position and then ram his finger roughly up Kathleen's cunt. He withdrew it and smeared the moist lubricants on his cock. He repeated this several times and then guided his prick to the tiny opening to the helpless girl's rectum.
Kathleen felt the wet tip of his prick on her anus and then pain shot through her like a bullet as he lunged hard and sank the head of his cock inside the elastic ring.
"AAAuuuuugggghhhhhh!" she screamed as the pain ripped through her body and made her think she would faint. Nick ignored her and began working his cock up inside her gradually, maintaining a constant pressure. He wanted to hurt her as much as he could and he never released the pressure for a moment. Her rectum was tight and Nick had to force his way in inch by inch.
Kathleen had never felt such pain before in her life! It was cutting through her entire body and searing into her brain. She forgot about the sticky liquid drying on her face, even about her urine-soaked skin, and fought as bravely as she could to remain conscious and see her way through this ordeal, this inhuman torture her body was being put to. No matter how she tried, Kathleen couldn't stop screaming. Her screams pierced the walls of the cabin and she almost choked on her own bile as her stomach retched and retched.
Nick had it all the way up her now, his balls resting against the cheeks of her ass. It felt like his cock was being held in a tight fist, and the fist was milking it as Kathleen's muscles expanded and contracted in an effort to dislodge this foreign invasion. It was too tight for in and out fucking, so Nick ground down on her with slow circular movements. When he felt his balls begin to surge, he pulled back and gave her ass a mighty heave. His cock exploded and began filling her rectum with sperm. The sperm lubricated the path, so Nick fucked her hard as he continued to spew inside her.
When he withdrew his penis from her ass, it was covered with a coat of pale brown shit. He pulled his body up and hung his dripping penis over her face.
"Now will you lick it clean? Or do you want more?"
Kathleen tried to scream at him, but her voice was gone. Her lips moved, but nothing came out. She flipped her head back and forth in strong negative movements, her eyes blazing her hatred at him.
Nick turned and pulled himself off the bed shaking his head at her stubbornness.
"Let me try to convince her," Stella said, an excited note obvious in her voice.
"Go ahead," Nick sighed. "She's stubborn."
"I think we can cure that!" Stella whispered. She went to the kitchen and returned quickly with a short length of rope. Then she walked over and picked up a candle and went to the bed. "This is to show you we mean business, Kathleen." She shoved the candle crudely up Kathleen's cunt, allowing just the tip to stick out. Then she backed away and whipped the rope through the air with a whistling noise and brought it down on Kathleen's bare ass. The girl shuddered and cried out as the rope bit into her tender skin, but Stella was too excited to show any mercy. She whipped it again and again against Kathleen's bare buttocks. Long red welts began to appear where the rope creased her skin and Kathleen was crying and screaming in a state of hysterics.
Finally, Nick had to step in and grab Stella's arm. He was afraid she would whip the girl into a state of shock.
"That's enough!" he snapped, slapping Stella across the face to break her trance.
"I... Oh, I mean... I'm sorry, Nick," Stella stammered, "but she needs a good lesson. Let me light the candle. Then well let her think it over. Some hot wax in that twat may give her a different view of things."
"No," Nick said softly. "Leave the candle where it is. Her cunt is sore enough now, and that will give her some discomfort. Well let her think about it for a while. Maybe when we come back she'll see things our way. Come on."
They left the room one by one and Kathleen was alone, her legs propped grotesquely above her head and tied securely to her wrists. The candle sticking obscenely out of her vagina was the last thing Kathleen saw before she fainted.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nick felt better after a hot shower. He put on a pair of Levi's and a light sport shirt and walked outside to take his first good look at his property since they arrived at the cabin. He loved to walk along under the towering pines and smell the fresh mountain air going into his lungs. Yes, he thought, this is a life I could easily adjust to.
And that brought his thoughts back to Kathleen. Nick knew that they had given the girl a rough going over, perhaps too rough. Yet they had to break her spirit to turn her into one of them--and sexual punishment was the best way he knew.
"I'm a little ashamed of myself," Stella said as she fell into step with Nick as he walked to the border of his property line. "We went ape back there with that girl."
"That's just what I was thinking," Nick responded.
"I don't know what came over me," Stella said pensively. "I guess I just flipped out for a moment there. I've never done anything like that before."
"Don't worry about it, Stella. We all have a streak of sadism in us. Once in a while it's good to get it out of your system. A lot of people just let it build up until they explode all over somebody. Anyway, I don't think there was any real harm done."
"You don't think she'll rebel against us?"
"No. It wouldn't do her any good, and she knows that. Whatever else she may be, Kathleen's a pretty logical girl.
Well have to watch our step from here on in, though. She's got to like sex, need it, for us to do what we want with her."
"And you don't think we've queered it?" Stella asked as they stood beneath a tall pine and looked out over the small canyon at the back of Nick's property.
"I don't think so. She had to know we mean business. Now well show her it can be fun. We've got plenty of time."
"Speaking of time, don't you think we should untie her?"
Nick looked at his watch and smiled.
"I suppose you're right. It's been over an hour and I imagine she's aching by now. You do it. Ask her first if she's willing to be sensible and cooperate. I think she'll go along with anything at this point. Tempt her with the thought of a nice hot shower and clean clothes and something to eat. You know how to handle it. But be firm. Don't let her think we're softening at all. I'll talk to Tommy. He's got to understand how we're going to work this so he doesn't get rough with her and blow it for us. I saw real hatred in his eyes back there, so well have to watch him closely."
Stella walked back up the steep path and stopped at the door to the cabin to catch her breath. She thought about how she'd handle Kathleen and what she would say to the girl for a moment and then opened the door to the bedroom and walked in. Kathleen began sobbing hysterically the minute she heard the door open.
"Calm down," Stella said in a firm voice. "I'm not going to do a thing to you." She pulled one of the chairs up and sat beside the bed. "I just want to talk to you, that's all."
Kathleen's reaction had been almost automatic. She was terrified of her captors and her body ached like it never had before in her young life. Stella's tone snapped her out of it and she stopped sobbing.
"You're a mess, Kathleen," Stella said. "What you need is a nice hot bath, some clean clothes and a walk to stretch those muscles. I'll bet you're hungry. Aren't you?"
"I... I couldn't eat," Kathleen stammered.
"Well, you might after you get freshened up. You see, darling, we really don't want to hurt you. We didn't want to do some of those things we did to you, but you've been such a stubborn girl."
"Wha... what do you want of me?" Kathleen said in a pleading voice.
"Nothing really," Stella answered. "We want you to see the physical side of life, join us in some sex for fun. I know this is all very different for you, something you've never been exposed to before, but it isn't as bad as some may have told you. It can be fun."
"What you did to me was no fun," she sighed.
"We don't want to torture you like that. I know we hurt you and that you probably ache right now. But it doesn't have to be like that at all. If you'll just cooperate with us, you'll see what I mean."
"And if I don't?"
"Well, I suppose well just have to keep after you until you do."
"You mean torture me some more."
Stella didn't reply, letting the question hang in the air. Her silence was an ominous answer in itself and Kathleen understood it.
"I don't suppose I have any choice, do I?" she said.
"Not really. After all, you are our prisoner. We can do whatever we want to you."
"But if I cooperate, you won't hurt me and torture me any more?"
"If you cooperate, you'll be set free. There is nowhere you can escape to up here, so we're not worried about that. But you'll have to cooperate, do what we tell you to do."
"And pretend I like it even if I hate every second of it?"
"No. We're not asking you to act for us. You can be yourself, just as long as you do what we want you to do. What it boils down to is that we want you to try it, try a little bit of everything with us."
Kathleen let a deep, plaintive sigh escape from her lips.
"And then? " she asked, wondering what was in store for her beyond the immediate future.
"I can't honestly tell you because I don't know," Stella replied truthfully. "We don't plan to murder you, if that's what you mean. I can't honestly say I blame you for believing something like that after what we've done to you, but we're not like that at all. Let's just talk about right now. If you'll agree to cooperate and do what we tell you, I'll untie you and help you shower and get some fresh clothes on. What say?"
It should have been a simple choice for Kathleen, but it wasn't. Every bone and muscle in her body ached and throbbed, and her vagina and rectum felt like they were on fire. She knew she couldn't stand this position much longer, and she felt certain that if they attacked her again she would die. But Kathleen wasn't sure death wouldn't be better than what they wanted of her. Her shame hung over her like a black cloud and if she had had a gun Kathleen Morgan would have shot herself. A quick death would be merciful.
Yet Kathleen knew this wasn't completely true. With all of the pain, they had also given her exciting moments of pleasure. Moments which made her doubt even more everything she had ever believed in. And Kathleen suspected that there was much more to life than she had learned in her few years on earth. Perhaps all of this was what they called the will to survive. No matter how sweet death might seem at this moment, Kathleen knew she was not ready to face it.
She had thought for a moment of trying to deceive them, but she knew she couldn't. She was no actress. And there obviously wasn't any possibility of escape. They were much too confident of that for it to be other than the truth. She would just have to try it on their terms and see how long she could survive.
"If you promise not to hurt me," she said softly, "I'll give my word to try to cooperate. But I want you to know that if you torture me like you have today, I'll try to kill myself. I can't take it. I'm not as tough as you are, Stella."
The last was said with a sigh and a tiny sob crept into her voice. Stella felt sorry for the girl and knew how she felt. She didn't know what she would do if people did to her what they had done to Kathleen. Stella wasn't sure Kathleen wasn't the toughest of them all.
"If I have your word you'll cooperate and do what we tell you, I'll untie you now."
"You have it," Kathleen said with obvious resignation.
Stella untied the ropes and Kathleen let her legs drop flat on the bed while the older girl worked on the ropes holding her wrists. When her hands were free, Kathleen rubbed her ankles and her wrists to get her circulation started.
"Lie down for a moment and rest," Stella said. "I'll get the hot water started in the shower and bring you some of my shampoo. Your hair is a mess!"
When Stella came back for her she found Kathleen sitting on the edge of the bed doubled up in pain.
"Come on, darling, let's get that shower. It'll make you feel much better. You hurt inside? Your cunt? Your ass?"
"Both... both places. I feel like I'm burning up in there."
"Okay, I'll see what the doc has for you. Meanwhile, you get in that shower and soak up the hot water. Here's my shampoo."
Stella led Kathleen into the bathroom, helping support her body on her wobbly legs. Once she had the girl in the steaming shower, Stella went to find Nick. He listened as she explained that the girl was in pain and then went to his black bag and took out a tube of ointment and explained to Stella how it should be applied.
An hour later, Kathleen appeared at the front door of the cabin. Her legs were not steady and she held onto Stella's arm for support, but she insisted on taking a walk. Nick drove up in the Pontiac as the girls stepped out of the house. He waved a greeting at them and walked back to open the trunk of the car. Tommy came limping out of the house and went to help Nick.
"Had to buy gas for the generator," he explained as they each lugged two heavy five-gallon tanks around to the back of the house.
"We're so remote we don't even have electricity," Stella explained, emphasizing the uselessness of escape to Kathleen. "I hope they bought a newspaper. I like to keep up on the world. Isn't this a lovely spot?"
Kathleen breathed deeply of the fresh air and let her eyes take in the beauty of the rustic mountain setting. The sun was warm, but Kathleen noticed how much cooler it was when they stepped in the shade of one of the tall pines.
"How do you feel?" Stella asked.
"Much better. You were right. The shower did wonders for mp. And that stuff you... you put in me has put the fire out. I think I'd like to sit in the sun for a while and let my hair dry. It's cool in the shade."
"Ill have Tommy bring a chair outside for you. You sit there as long as you want. How about a sandwich? I'm going to open a can of tuna."
"Sounds good. Do we have any milk?"
"Plenty. Ill bring a glass when I bring your sandwich."
Kathleen spent several hours in the sun. She finished her tuna sandwich and asked for another. It was amazing to her that she could eat at all after what she'd been through, but she found she was hungry after all.
"Leave her alone," Nick said when Stella kept going to the door to see how Kathleen was. "She ain't going anywhere, and this way we'll gain a little of her confidence. That'll help us in the days ahead."
Kathleen surprised them all by coming in before sundown.
"It's getting chilly out there," she said as she sat down on the couch. She hoped her voice would hide her desperate confusion. Kathleen had been alone with herself long enough. All of her thoughts were blind alleys. At first she thought that perhaps she was in some sort of a state of shock, but after thinking it through logically she knew that she was simply confused.
For one thing, Kathleen couldn't understand their apparent disinterest in her now that she had agreed to cooperate. She had expected them to make demands on her the minute she was out of the shower, but no one had done a thing. Tommy had been friendly when he brought her the chair, and Stella seemed like a different person.
Kathleen was even more convinced that escape was impossible. She had studied the location while she sat outside and realized that they must be miles from anywhere. And the way they left her alone told her that they knew she couldn't get away.
She watched Nick and Tommy play gin rummy, but Kathleen had no understanding of cards. Stella prepared a huge dinner with juicy steaks, baked potatoes and a crisp green salad and they all sat down and ate with relish. Kathleen couldn't get used to the change in their attitude. They treated her like an equal and included her in their conversations.
After dinner, she helped Stella with the dishes.
"I hope you don't want to go to bed too early," Stella said as they finished drying and stacking the last plates. "Your mattress was a mess and I washed it this afternoon. It won't be dry for another hour or two."
"She can use that back bedroom, if she wants," Nick said. "I never go to bed early, so I can wait until the other mattress dries."
"You mean I can just go to bed and go to sleep?" Kathleen asked incredulously.
"Kathleen," Nick replied, "you can do whatever you want. As long as you cooperate with us, you're free to do what you want. If you're tired, hit the sack. We'll see you in the morning."
"Tired? I'm exhausted!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kathleen's education began the next morning after breakfast. She had slept late, until after ten, and awoke to find her body completely refreshed. All the soreness was gone, both internally and externally, and she felt like a new person.
While Stella and Tommy cleared the table and washed the dishes, Nick sat with Kathleen over a cup of coffee and discussed with her a philosophy of sex. She remained alert and listened to everything he said, even though a good deal of it was so radical to her mind that it was almost incomprehensible. Sex, he explained, could be a great source of joy for the human being and did not necessarily have to be considered merely as a form of procreation. He argued that God had given human beings sex, so it could not be a sin to enjoy it, to make the most of your body and its capacity to give and receive pleasure.
Kathleen listened intently as he explained that many human beings were selfish, that they were interested only in their own physical pleasure and seldom ever gave thought to the pleasure of others. A truly good human being, he said, was one who was interested in giving satisfaction as well as receiving it.
"Sex is an art," he concluded. "Nobody comes to it naturally, any more than anybody can play the piano at birth. It is something you have to study, an art to be learned and perfected with practice. And the more you learn, the better it is--for both yourself and your partner."
There were a hundred questions Kathleen wanted to ask him, but she dared not speak. He had fed her brain with new and daring thoughts and Kathleen wanted time to try to absorb and digest what he had told her.
She was fully prepared for him to make demands on her body when he finished speaking, and she was surprised when he did not. He surprised her even more when he asked her if she liked to hike.
"Come on," he said to all of them. "Let's take a hike through the mountains. Just a short one, but the exercise will do us good. We need to get out of here and stretch our legs a little."
Tommy begged off, saying his leg was bad and he didn't want to overdo it. Nick understood and suggested he relax and take it easy. The three of them set off and hiked down into the small canyon behind the cabin. It was tough going part of the way and Nick had to help the girls over fallen tree trunks and around large boulders. They sat by a tiny brook at the bottom of the canyon and scooped up handfuls of icy water to quench their thirst.
"It must have been terrible for you to be blind," Kathleen said. "With all the beauty in this world, to be blind would be awful!"
"I was never blind," Nick said softly, looking her in the eyes. "That was just an act. You didn't cure me, Kathleen."
"But... but...."
"You won't believe this right away, so don't bother arguing with me. I'd venture to say you've never really cured anybody. Some people may have believed you cured them, but that was because they wanted to believe. Many of the ailments they come to you with are psychosomatic, something created entirely in their minds. They come to you because they want to experience a contact with God. They don't know they're faking or putting you on, but they're doing it nevertheless...."
"I'm not arguing with you," she interrupted, "because I've often felt the same thing. I'm not quite the ignorant girl you think I am. And if your theory could be applied to all cases I have touched, I'd give up in a minute. I studied psychology for a year, and it made me very suspicious. But believe, me, Nick, it does not explain all of the cases I have cured. I only wish it did. That would free me from an obligation I feel."
'Then you honestly believe you have cured some people through the power of faith?" Stella asked.
"I'm certain of it."
"But you thought you cured Nick, and now you know that was nothing but a hoax."
"I wasn't certain, Stella. That's why I threw that out back there. I wanted to see if my suspicions were true."
"Are you trying to say you were suspicious when I put on my act?" Nick asked.
"Very. You stared at me when I first appeared in the tent that day."
"And why did you let me stay on with you?"
"Because you were different. I could sense danger in you, and perhaps I wanted to touch danger. I'm not pretending to be more intelligent than I am, Nick. I don't understand myself. That's why I wanted to get away from it all for two weeks, to sit down and try to understand myself."
"With your mother's aunt?"
"There was blank paper in that envelope."
"It never got mailed."
"I know. I think I knew that when I gave it to you, but I wouldn't admit it."
"Either you're putting me on, or I don't understand you at all."
"You're in good company, Nick. I don't understand myself. There are two Kathleen Morgans, the one you and I both know and the one I'm trying to discover."
"You don't mind if I don't quite believe you, do you?" Nick said.
"It's all right," she said, leaning back against a tree and letting the warm sun soak into her body. "I don't quite believe myself, Nick, and that's my problem."
Stella stood up and dusted her shorts off. She placed her hands on her hips and looked down at both of them.
"I've sat here for a half an hour and I'll be damned if I understand either one of you! You've both said a lot, but not one word of it makes any sense. You sound like a couple of hippies trying to impress each other with how profound you are. As far as I'm concerned, it's all so much bullshit!" Stella was surprised to hear this come out of her. She hadn't realized she was so angry--maybe disturbed was the word.
Nick looked up at her and saw the anger in her eyes. He wasn't surprised. He understood. Until a little while ago, Stella had felt she was on the inside. Now she felt she was on the outside. Come to think of it, Nick said to himself, I'm not so sure where I am right now. Probably in the damned middle, as usual. He still had a nagging feeling that all of this was some elaborate ploy on Kathleen's part. She was a much more intelligent girl than he had given her credit for. She was stepping out of character. That bothered Nick. He knew that part of his success was a result of his ability to judge character and how a person would react to any given set of circumstances. Perhaps this was what was disturbing Stella, but they were not committed to any one plan of action. They were flexible, and Nick intended to make the most of that.
They took their time making their way back up the steep al to the cabin, stopping several times to rest and catch their breath. All three were, silent, lost deep in the world of their own thoughts.
For the first time since the night they had kidnapped Kathleen, Nick Potter wasn't entirely sure of himself. He sat in the living room of the cabin smoking a cigarette and thinking.' He wondered if some change in their plan was indicated, and he also wondered if this wasn't exactly what Kathleen wanted him to think. He decided to put it to a test and continue roughly with their original plan.
"I feel like having some fun," he announced, standing up and facing Kathleen. "Take your clothes off and well make a little love."
Nick watched Kathleen's face carefully and what he saw there pleased him. She was afraid. There was fear written in her eyes and etched in a momentary twitch of her lips. This was the way she should react!
Kathleen shuddered visibly as the moment she had dreaded arrived. No matter how bravely she talked, no matter how many times she told herself that she would give herself willingly to this experiment, the fear of what had happened to her the day before was etched strongly in her young mind. She knew to resist now would only put her back to where she had been the day before, tied to a bed and completely at their mercy. And there would be little mercy indeed if she went back on her word! She hesitated for only a brief moment and then stood up and began unbuttoning her dress.
Nick smiled in triumph. Her hesitation told him a great deal and Nick's concern after their conversation in the canyon all but vanished. He would still be careful, keeping himself alert for any possible change in her attitude, but he felt that they were once again back on firm ground.
A tingling, prickling sensation began in his groin as he watched the young girl disrobe. She'd left her hair down so that the long blonde tresses cascaded over her shoulders and down her back in soft golden waves. When she tossed her bra to the couch, Nick licked his lips at the sight of her proud, firm breasts. He watched them bob and quiver as she leaned down to pull her panties and shoes off, and Nick was pleased to see that her body showed none of the ravages of the day before.
Nick nodded to Stella and she immediately walked over to Tommy, who was sitting in one of the chairs watching Kathleen strip. There was unmistakable lust in his eyes, and Stella had agreed to keep him satisfied while they broke the girl in. Nick didn't want Tommy to scare the girl and ruin everything they intended building.
Stella sat on the floor in front of Tommy and placed her hands in his lap. Her fingers deftly opened his fly and pulled his half-erect penis out.
"Let me warm you up, Tommy," she purred, "and then you can give me a good ride on this gorgeous hunk of meat." She dipped her head down and captured the head of his prick between her lips. Then, while Nick and Kathleen watched, Stella slowly sucked it into her mouth like a long noodle.
Nick gestured to Kathleen and she walked slowly up to him. He took her in his arms and pulled her naked body close to his. Their lips met in a warm kiss and he forced his tongue inside her mouth. His hands dropped to the cheeks of her ass and he gripped them firmly to pull her body sensually against his as they kissed. He felt her respond and that made him feel even more confident of the ultimate outcome of this relationship.
Nick broke the kiss and held her a few inches from his body. She could tell he wanted something from the expression on his face.
"What?" she asked, making the single word serve for the entire question.
"I want you to warm me up," he replied softly. "I want you to do what Stella is doing."
"I... I don't know how," she said with a slight stammer.
"Now's the time to learn. Go down on your knees and take it out. Ill tell you what to do."
Kathleen hesitated and Nick placed his hands on her shoulders and applied force to push her body down. The pressure of his fingers digging into her skin reminded her of what they would do if she didn't cooperate, and Kathleen dropped to her knees. She reached out and pulled the zipper on his fly down and then forced herself to reach inside and grasp his long penis in her hand. He was wearing no shorts, so she was able to pull it out easily. It was only partially erect and felt like a huge snake in her hands, and for the first time Kathleen studied the instrument which had brought her such joy and pain the day before. "Lick it," he said. "Run your tongue all over it." The thought was still disgusting to her, but Kathleen forced herself to dart her tongue out between her ripe lips and caress the large member with it. She had thought that the taste would make her gag and want to vomit, but it wasn't as bad as she had imagined. It had a strong salty taste, but in a way it was exciting to her tongue. She ran her tongue up and down the long shaft, pretending it was a popsicle, and then captured the rapidly swelling head between her lips.
"That's it," he commented. "Take it in your mouth and suck on it gently."
Kathleen pulled the head inside her warm oral cavity and then let her lips run down the shaft as she sucked it down into her throat. She used her tongue and cheeks in unison, caressing the penis as she continued sucking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She could feel the blood rushing into it as it expanded and filled her mouth completely. The thing that struck her immediately was that it was a marvelous feeling to have this much control over a man. She could excite him at her will, make him hard and force his blood to pound inside his body.
The ridge just below the head of his penis fascinated her. She slid the long cock back out to where she could run her tongue in circles around that cleft and excitement surged through her as she heard him moan gently.
Nick thought he had better control than this, but watching the golden blonde head bobbing in and out at his crotch sent shivers running through him and caused an ache to begin in his balls. She could be a great piece of ass!
He reached down and gently pulled her to her feet. Then he led her to the couch and stood over her as he quickly took his clothes off. Kathleen reached up and held his cock in her hand while he unbuttoned his shirt and he was glad she didn't know more about how to handle a man or she would have made him explode right then and there!
Nick wanted to cool off a bit before he fucked her, and he also wanted to bring her to a level of excitement that would drive her out of her mind when he finally plunged into her. So he kissed her and caressed her breasts, kneading the luscious nipples and then sucking them into his mouth one at a time. He remembered how she'd responded to having her cunt licked and he went down on her and gave her his butterfly treatment until her body was writhing all over the couch.
When he had her at the point where she was beginning to lose control, Nick pulled her thighs apart and mounted her. Kathleen gasped as he thrust his cock all the way up her in one hard lunge. He knew she would still be sore from the day before, but he also knew she'd quickly forget this as her passion mounted with his. He braced his feet on the arm of the couch and began fucking her like a stud attacks a mare in heat. His cock beat a hard rhythm on the cheeks of her ass as his prick lunged in and out of her cunt.
Kathleen was in pain at the beginning, but soon this was forgotten as a wonderful fire grew in her vagina. She brought her knees up and scooted her tail down to take even more of him inside her. His mouth came down and closed on hers in a wet, demanding kiss as the fire in them raged out of control. Before she realized what was happening to her, Kathleen's fists were pounding on his back. The explosion inside her was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her whole body melted in a burst of flame as she felt his prick expand and begin shooting his juice into her belly. When he stopped and froze with a final lunge, she clung to him desperately, afraid to let him go, afraid she would fall apart without the support of his hard cock inside her.
"Good?" Nick asked as he pulled himself up and sat next to her on the couch.
"Y... y... yes," she sighed deeply.
"Sore?"
"A little."
Nick looked over at Stella. She was sitting on Tommy's lap, straddling his legs and impaled on his huge prick. She was facing them and Nick could tell from the expression on her face that they had both just come. He could even see the thick cum oozing out of her cunt and making tiny rivers down over Tommy's balls.
"Stella, how about showing Kathleen how to douche? It'll hurt and sting a little, Kathleen, but I'll give you some ointment to use that will put the fire out."
"Sure," Stella said, getting off Tommy's lap and staggering for a moment to catch her balance. "I'll douche her and she can douche me. That's fun.' Going into the bathroom with someone, even another woman, seemed obscene to Kathleen. Didn't they believe in any privacy at all? She watched Stella prepare the douche, adding the powder to the warm water and then hanging the bag on the shower curtain rod. Stella made her sit on the toilet and spread her legs and then she bent down and slowly inserted the tube up Kathleen's vagina. She reached up and twisted the valve to allow the water to flow and then began massaging Kathleen's clitoris with her finger. Kathleen flinched when the liquid began stinging her sensitive tissue, but what Stella was doing to her felt good.
When it was her turn, Kathleen went to her knees and fondled Stella's black matted pubic region before she inserted the tube. It was wet and sticky with Tommy's cum, but somehow that made it even more exciting to Kathleen. She then placed the tube up Stella and began playing with her clitoris just as the older woman had done to her. The douche water ran down over her hand, but Kathleen kept on fondling the now-rigid button between her fingers. Stella grasped one of her tits and leaned forward to place it against Kathleen's lips. Kathleen needed no urging. She immediately sucked the taut nipple inside her mouth and began caressing it with her tongue.
They would have gone on like that if Nick hadn't come into the bathroom with the ointment.
"Come on, you two. If you want to ball, you'll be more comfortable on a bed."
Stella pulled the tube out of her vagina and stood up to lead Kathleen to the bedroom. She placed her arm around the girl's waist and let her fingers grasp a firm nipple to caress as they walked arm in arm to the bedroom. Nick handed Stella the ointment and Stella had Kathleen place herself on the bed with her legs spread apart and in the air. She squeezed some of the ointment on her finger and playfully ran it up inside Kathleen's vagina. After two applications, Stella fell forward and began kissing Kathleen's lovely blonde cunt. The young girl went into orgasm almost immediately and then insisted on doing the same to Stella.
They spent two hours on the bed, locked in various embraces until their tongues and mouths were tired.
Kathleen awoke in the middle of the night crying. She knew she was experiencing a mortal battle between her physical and emotional personalities, but there was nothing she could do to calm herself. When Stella heard her and came in to comfort her, Kathleen asked softly to be left alone. The older girl respected her wishes and Kathleen spent a sleepless night trying to reconcile her two beings.
On the eighth night in the cabin, Kathleen pleaded exhaustion and went to bed early. She was truly tired. The past five days had been almost one continual sex orgy. Kathleen had experienced everything they could show her, including taking both Tommy and Nick inside her at the same time. She had turned into a willing, even anxious, pupil and enjoyed almost everything they did. But her nights were living nightmares when she had to come to grips with her conscience and try to rationalize her new physical being. Sex seemed to be her only security and she often woke Nick up in the middle of the night by sucking his cock until he was hard enough to make love to her. One morning she even slid to the floor from her chair at the breakfast table and opened Nick's fly to suck him hard so he would make love to her. It was the only time Kathleen felt comfortable, when she was engaged in some form of sexual contact. She never went to the bathroom alone. She loved to have Stella wipe her and then play with her, and whenever Stella went to the bathroom Kathleen would follow her to play games with her and get the older woman excited. She had even learned to get over her fear of Tommy and his huge penis, and she welcomed having him mount her and fill her so completely she thought she would burst.
Kathleen could hardly believe the change which had come over her. She didn't want to face it, to look to the future, but she knew she must. That's why she wanted to go to bed early that night, to try and evolve some concept of her future.
She twisted and turned in the bed and finally got up to go to the bathroom. When she opened the door, Kathleen could hear the others talking in low voices. Their conversation was tense and excited, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. She moved silently out of her room and made her way down the hall, hugging the knotty pine surface so that she wouldn't be seen. She stopped and stood still when the voices became distinct.
Kathleen's body went rigid when she realized they were talking about her. They were arguing about what they would do with her! She listened intently, digesting every word and appraising even the inflections of the voices. So it was the hundred thousand dollars they were after! And once they had that they'd leave. They'd just toss her back into that nothing life she had been living! There was an empty feeling in her stomach, a fear Kathleen had to control to keep herself from weeping right there. She listened carefully, realizing that her entire future depended on what she did next. And she could only hope to outwit them if she knew exactly what they were up to. She had to know how each one felt, how each one would react, and what their alternatives were.
"I have to take a leak," Tommy announced, standing up and beginning to limp out of the room. Kathleen heard him coming and moved quickly down the hall. She managed to close the door to her room just as he limped into the hall and she breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't been discovered. She wanted to go back out and listen some more, but Kathleen knew it was much too dangerous and that it would spoil everything if she was discovered and they knew that she had heard them. She was certain she had heard enough already to work out some way to handle them.
As she twisted and turned hour after hour on the bed, the same question kept haunting her. What did she want? She'd have to know that before she could decide what she would do. The money meant nothing to Kathleen, but she knew that it meant everything to them. She also knew that she could use that to her advantage when the time came. The problem she had to solve was much more important than money. What was she going to do with her life now? She wasn't the same person, and Kathleen knew that she could not return to her old life as it was. But what could she do?
The solution did not come until nearly sunrise, but when she had it Kathleen was amazed at how simple and logical it really was. She sat up in the bed and carefully thought out every possible angle. She held the trump card, the money, and without that they were helpless. And through the money she could control them. It was tricky, but Kathleen knew she could do it.
She stretched, sighed a deep sigh and dropped back to her pillow and slept past noon.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Fall had come early and it was cool inside the tent. Sister Kathleen shivered a little. Perhaps she should have worn something under her flowing white robe for the service, but she couldn't stand the feel of clothes on her body now. The feeling of being naked was exciting, and somehow she felt it gave her both knowledge and power over everyone in the assembly.
She smiled to herself at what those weaklings out there in the audience would say if they knew about the new Sister Kathleen. Brother Richard had watched her closely ever since she returned the night before. He sensed a change, she knew, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. And they'd be rid of him before long anyway.
Kathleen looked down at the young girl before her. Not much over fifteen, if that, she thought, but she has the body of a mature woman. Kathleen's eyes caressed the young girl's fully developed breasts sticking out of her white sweater. The pale green, innocent eyes framed in an oval-shaped face surrounded by soft auburn hair set off a tingle in Kathleen's loins. She rubbed her thighs together secretly and the friction kindled a small fire in her pubic region.
The girl complained of migraine headaches and Sister Kathleen questioned her intently about her faith in her ability to heal her. She was pleased to see that the girl was a true believer, that she would do anything the sister asked her to. She gestured to the girl and had her come close. She spoke softly, directly into the girl's ear to avoid being overheard, and told the girl to send her parents home and to meet her immediately after the service in her private camper. The girl nodded, expressed her appreciation and backed away from the altar.
Sister Kathleen had to impose an iron will on herself as the next supplicant came forward. It was an old woman who complained that she was losing her hearing. Sister Kathleen went through the ritual of questioning the woman, and as she looked steadily into the woman's eyes Kathleen felt relief flood through her veins. She felt certain that the woman had no problem at all, other than a very real need for attention which Kathleen had so often encountered in the elderly. They felt that the world had passed them by and no one cared about them any longer. When they came to a meeting like this, they actually were seeking attention. In the past, Sister Kathleen had gently but firmly put their pleas aside so that she could devote her time to those who needed help.
Today, she would heal this woman, give her the attention she so desperately sought. It would give the public the show they wanted and help Kathleen cut the service short. She had the old woman kneel down and Sister Kathleen took the familiar posture behind the supplicant with her hands on the woman's shoulders. Sister Kathleen had always placed her entire concentration in these moments with the person she was healing, and today she would have to be careful to give a convincing imitation of her past performances. The old woman responded beautifully, her body quivering and shaking as if caught in a great force. Kathleen held her as long as she dared and then pretended to collapse. As she was being helped back to the platform, she heard the woman cry out that she had regained her hearing.
How many times had it been like that, Sister Kathleen wondered? Why hadn't she seen it before?
Her attention was distracted as a couple in their late thirties came to the altar dragging a giant of a boy. He was over six feet two inches tall, Kathleen guessed, and powerfully built. But he had a childish expression on his face. Sister Kathleen came to the front of the platform and listened patiently as the parents explained that their son was eighteen but mentally retarded with the brain of a nine year old. They begged Sister Kathleen to help their boy. When she asked about his faith, they told her he attended Sunday School regularly but was unable to comprehend most of what he was taught.
Sister Kathleen looked at the powerful body of the boy and felt another twinge in her groin. Why not, she asked herself? She told the parents that she would see the boy privately after the service in her camper. They were to leave him, and one of the group would bring him home later.
"But, please don't expect miracles," she cautioned as she signaled Brother Bob to begin the closing hymn on the organ.
As the last members of the audience filed out of the tent, Sister Kathleen told Brother Richard and the others that she was holding a private session with the two youngsters and did not want to be disturbed. She walked down and took the boy's hand in one hand and the girl's in her other and led them out of the tent and across the lot to her camper.
The minute they were all inside, Sister Kathleen bolted the door and casually took off her robe. She stood there before them naked, watching their faces carefully.
"God's power comes through my body," she said. "If you seek that power, it must come to you from my body. You do believe, don't you?" she said to the young girl.
"Oh, yes, Sister. I believe."
"Then take your clothes off. If we must cure your body of the headaches, I have to see and touch your naked body."
The girl undressed reluctantly with Sister Kathleen urging her on. When she was naked, Sister Kathleen walked over to her and placed her hands on the girl's firm breasts. She kneaded the nipples and smiled to herself when they quickly became taut and erect. Then she took the girl's hand and placed it on her pubic mound.
"This is my power," she said. "To be cured, you must drink of my power."
The boy stood there, a faint light of excitement gleaming in his eyes, and watched Sister Kathleen pull the girl down on the bed along the wall of the camper. She pushed the girl's head down between her legs and told her to lick and kiss her there. Once the girl responded, Sister Kathleen beckoned to the boy and had him come and stand over her.
"Pull your pants down," she said softly to the boy. He stared at her for a moment and then loosened his belt and slipped his pants down. "Now your shorts," she said in a firm voice like his mother would use. The boy dropped his shorts and Sister Kathleen gasped when she saw the gorgeous cock on the young giant. It was long and thick with the same powerful development of the rest of his body. She took it in her hand and felt it quiver as she squeezed it.
I'll get him good and hard and have him fuck me, she told herself as she brought her head up and slipped the head of his penis between her hot, wet lips. She'd have him fuck the girl, too. That would be fun, watching him slip this thing in her tight, virginal cunt.
Kathleen spread her legs so the girl's tongue could find its mark. The huge boy groaned with pleasure when she pulled on his cock and ran her tongue all over it inside her mouth. She felt a familiar excitement course through her veins as his prick began to grow and become hard in her mouth.
Nick would laugh if he could see me now, she said to herself as the girl's tongue warmed to its task and began creating a fire in Kathleen's vulva. What a setup! It couldn't last long, she knew, but while it did she'd have a ball. Someone would blow the whistle somewhere. Not for a while, though. Not as long as she was careful about who she chose for her games. And by then...
The girl had taken to her task with such enthusiasm she had Kathleen's blood boiling. The boy's cock was as hard as a rock now and Kathleen could feel a surge running through his balls cupped in her hands. She gently pushed the girl away and had the boy stretch out on the bed with his rigid penis pointed at the roof. Kathleen climbed up on the bed, holding the young girl's hand for support, and straddled the boy's giant body. She lowered herself gently and impaled herself on his hard prick. It filled her completely, setting off a thousand tiny explosions inside her body and she began rocking back and forth.
"Here," she panted to the girl, "you suck my tit now. If we have the right rhythm, you'll be cured."
The young girl climbed up on the bed and went on her knees in front of Kathleen's swaying body. She leaned forward and took Kathleen's firm breast in her mouth and began sucking while Kathleen rocked faster and faster on the boy's cock. Kathleen reached out and began playing with the girl's cunt, letting her fingers set up an electric massage of the young clitoris.
Finally, Kathleen could stand it no longer. She braced herself and began hopping up and down on the boy's prick. When she screamed and fell over, both of the youngsters were frightened. The boy was terribly disappointed because he had not reached his orgasm yet and the girl was afraid the boy had hurt Sister Kathleen.
It took her a moment to compose herself, but she reassured the children and explained to the girl that all of her power had gone into the boy. She suggested that if the girl quickly mounted the boy like she had, she might be able to pull enough of the power into her body to cure her.
The girl was excited, but reluctant. Sister Kathleen had to urge her, massaging the young clitoris as she talked to her. Then she helped her mount the boy. The girl screamed and tried to get up as the boy's huge prick broke her hymen, but Sister Kathleen held her hips and forced her down until her young cunt had swallowed the entire length of his shaft. Then she leaned back and let nature take its course.
The girl began rocking gently back and forth, speared by the long prick inside her. Kathleen wet her lips and reached down to begin fondling her own clitoris as she watched the erotic ballet before her. She smiled when she thought of how Nick had reacted when she laid it on the line to him. All three of them had been shocked and Sister Kathleen chuckled when she remembered the expressions on their faces. They could have the money, she told them, but only if they took her with it, only if they formed a team and she had an equal share.
It had taken them a day to accept the fact that she was serious, and once they realized that, Kathleen took command. She'd done it subtly but firmly, first explaining to them at length that they were unemployed and when the hundred thousand dollars were gone they would be right back where they started. She heard all their plans about what they would do with their stake, and then calmly she tore them apart one by one.
When Kathleen made her proposal, they'd been astonished. It was their concept that she was the innocent virgin that blinded them, Kathleen thought as she ran her finger up her cunt to keep in rhythm with the girl fucking the boy enthusiastically now. They simply couldn't believe that she had a more practical, more logical, mind than theirs. She pointed out that the futures of standard abortion and prostitution were quite limited and forced them to agree that this was true. But a combination of their talents and hers in a very private faith clinic could be a goldmine.
Nick was the first to see it, and Kathleen remembered how he jumped up and began excitedly laying out the operation they could establish. He was like a child with a new toy, and she had to admit that some of his ideas were real winners.
They'd argued long and hard about keeping Kathleen's present group, and in the end Kathleen had to agree that they would be more of a liability than an asset, even if they did provide a good front.
Nick had been disappointed when she refused to give him any money until he had found the location for them and they were ready to open, but Kathleen was firm. She promised them the money, all of it, but she knew it was her only means of making sure they went through with the deal. They finally agreed that the money would be used for the business, except for a few thousand for a new car and some clothes.
She looked up when she heard the boy grunt. His powerful hands shot out and grabbed the young girl's waist and held her down while he jerked his hips and pounded his big cock deep inside her belly. The girl's head was back, an expression of sheer pleasure in her eyes as she experienced her first true orgasm.
Sister Kathleen had them dress while she talked to them at length about not saying a word about what they had done to their parents or anybody. When she asked them if they would like to try the same thing again the next night, they both agreed readily.
"You come after service," she told them as she walked them across the lot and called Brother Bob to drive them to town.
Nick would be in contact with her within a week. Meanwhile, Kathleen was determined to put as much more in the bank as she possibly could. Her only real regret about all of this was Sister Ruth. She was stunned when she heard that Sister Ruth had committed suicide during the vacation. Stella had told her about Ruth, even showed her the photos, but Kathleen would never have believed that the girl would take her own life. Maybe she woke up one morning and found it was all too much to bear. Maybe it will happen to me, but I don't think so. I'm much more practical than Ruth was, Kathleen assured herself.
