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SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY
by Rhett Dreams (c. 1996)
Chapter Eight (cont.)
She heard the sound of clothes being removed, then his
hands were back on her ass.
"I always thought about how you'd look without your
clothes, Clarice. When you visited me in Baltimore. And how it
would be to fuck you."
She felt the head of his cock press into her sex, and
ease forward inside her. After Trent's long cock, Lecter felt
small to her as he settled in slowly until he was completely
inside her, pressed up against her ass.
"Tell me, Clarice, has Gene over there fucked you?"
She hesitated for just a moment, recalling his uncanny
ability to sense any lie. "Yes, he has."
"Do you love him?" he asked, stroking his cock back and
forth, his hands caressing her back, ass and thighs.
"I do."
He was silent for several minutes. Starling wished he
would finish soon so she could call for help and tend Myers.
Then she thought about the fact that she was unprotected, and
that Lecter wasn't wearing a condom. Counting the days since
her last period, she realized that she was very likely ovulating.
"Damn," she muttered.
"What was that, Clarice?"
"I'm not on the pill, Doctor Lecter. Could you... would
you pull out when you're ready to cum."
"That wasn't part of our deal," he said, moving more
quickly now, driving his hips into her ass. "I want to cum inside
you."
She thought for a moment and said, "A trade then. Quid
pro quo. Why don't you fuck my ass and cum there, inside me."
"Why, Clarice!" he said, surprised. He let his strokes
slow and his hands slide to her ass and parted her cheeks.
"Has he fucked you there? Gene, I mean."
"Yes."
"Did you like it, Clarice?"
"Um, well, yes."
She felt his cock slip out of her sex a finger dip into her
wetness before he brought it up and pushed into her ass.
"Did you have an orgasm?" he asked, pushing the digit
deep.
"Yes," she admitted.
His finger fucked back and forth for a few more moments
before he pulled it out and positioned his cock at her rosette.
She pushed back as best she could as he pressed forward,
and she winced as his cock popped past her sphincter and into
her ass. He worked his cock slowly inside her until she was
completely corked. Although much thinner than Gene, he was
also lubricated only by the juices from her cunt, and she
breathed though each stroke until the discomfort faded.
"Will you cum for me, Clarice?" he said and she felt his
hands at her sex, probing and finding her clit.
"Ohhh," she moaned as he rubbed her clit under his
thumb in small circles and drove his cock back and forth in her
ass. Well past embarrassment now, she closed her eyes and
let the sensations coming from her ass and cunt build and build.
"Now, Clarice!" she heard him cry a minute later and felt
his cock throb in her ass, releasing his cum. She let her
orgasm go, moaning as her climax washed through her body.
- o -
Clarice Starling and Nora Myers waited impatiently while
the surgeons operated on Gene Myers. Only later, after
hearing the news that he should recover completely, did
Starling agree to having her ankle treated and a cast applied.
Throughout the next day, each took turns sitting next to Gene's
bed as he recovered from the shock of his wound and the
surgery.
The Bureau had responded immediately when Starling's
call had come in, routed from Trent's cruiser to the night deputy
and from there to FBI headquarters. An ambulance was
dispatched for Myers and a special team led by Agent Quinn
was flown in from New Orleans in a chopper. Starling had just
enough time to hop back downstairs and struggle into her
clothes before the local cops arrived.
After a hurried call to the Mississippi Attorney General,
the authorities agreed to keep Trent's death and the
reappearance of Hannibal Lecter out of the press for as long as
possible. A check of Trent's phone records for clues as to the
missing people found fifteen calls to a number in San Antonio,
that proved to be a Mexican restaurant owned and operated by
a respected local businessman named Manuel Rodrigues.
Agent Quinn flew to Texas the next morning and arranged for
twenty-four hour surveillance on the restaurant and it's owner.
The bust happened three days later, just before dawn, an hour
after they had seen a panel van pull behind the restaurant and
the driver and one of Rodrigues's men unload the human cargo.
They found two girls in a basement lock-up, both runaways
from Oklahoma City.
Rodrigues was picked up at his home but refused to say
anything when he was brought into custody, or after consulting
with his lawyer. Quinn and the San Antonio police had no
flexibility, and little inclination, to strike any kind of deal with
someone who had sold dozens of people into slavery. But they
did place under arrest two accomplices of Rodrigues and
offered immunity to the more knowledgeable of the two. In
exchange for his testimony and detailed reports of the
operation, they agreed to place the man in the Federal Witness
Protection program.
Quinn flew back to Washington and consulted with the
FBI director and the Attorney General, who contacted her
counterpart in Mexico City. In cooperation with an elite strike
force of the Mexican National Police, and Interpol, Quinn was
able to penetrate two international dealers in human slaves.
The operation still continued, seven weeks later, but they were
able to find and return twenty-eight girls, boys and adults,
including Bethany Albert. Her sale was traced to an exclusive
brothel in the hills above Mexico City, and she was found after
a surprise raid by the National Police. Quinn flew down himself
to bring her back, carrying with him a hand-written note from
Clarice Starling.
"You tell Clarice that I'm alive," she said after reading the
note. "I survived this nightmare. I survived!"
Quinn held Beth Albert as she broke down and cried for
the first time since being found, her head buried on his
shoulder. He waited until she was done, then used his
handkerchief to clean her tear-streaked face.
"You can tell her yourself in a couple of days," he said
gently.
- o -
Clarice Starling looked up from the file she was reading
to see Crawford standing inside her door, a smile on his face.
He'd just returned from Arkansas where the Bureau and local
police had arrested the "Little Rock Rapist", a thirty-eight year
old Catholic priest. It had been Starling who first suggested
that the perp might be a clergyman after reading the psychiatric
evaluation of the man they sought.
"It's nice to go out with a win," he said after sitting
himself down in the chair that faced her desk and putting his
feet up on the corner of her desk. Crawford had postponed his
retirement twice already but the Director had insisted that he
not postpone it again. His going-away party would be held in
three days and would be attended by all the bureau brass, the
attorney general and many of her staff, and many others inside
and outside the law enforcement community.
"I'm going to miss you, Jack," she said. "It's not going to
be the same without you."
"You'll get along fine with Franklin," he said, referring to
the man who would replace him as Behavioral Science Section
Chief. "Sam damn well knows that you're the best I have."
Starling smiled. It wasn't often that Jack Crawford
handed out compliments, and he would never say something he
didn't believe.
"Oh... Jack, I need to take some time off."
"Sure. Hell, you've got a lot of time coming to you. How
long? When?"
"Six weeks ought to do it," she said. "Right after your
party."
He whistled. "I should clear this with Sam Franklin.
What's up, Starling?"
"I decided yesterday, as they were talking that damn cast
off my ankle, that I'm getting married," she said, deadpan.
"Also, that I deserve a nice long honeymoon."
Crawford's feet fell off the desk and he sat up in his
chair, his mouth open.
"Starling!" he said, after waiting a few moments for her to
continue. "Who?"
"Gene Myers," she said, enjoying the surprise on his
face.
"Starling, are you nuts! You can't marry another Bureau
agent---its against policy. A very good policy, I might add."
"We'll work something out," she said, smiling at her
boss. "Gene's got twenty years in and maybe he'll be willing to
try something new. Or me. I haven't told him yet, of course, so
don't go blabbing anything."
"You haven't *told* him," said Crawford. "You're awfully
sure of yourself, Starling."
"Hmmm. Maybe. I'm also awfully sure that you will
agree to come down to New Orleans and "give me away" to
Gene."
She flipped a page on her calendar and said with
exaggerated casualness, "How does a week from Saturday
work for you?"
Crawford rose from his chair and walked around her
desk, motioning with his hands for her to stand up. When she
rose he pulled her into his chest and hugged her tightly.
"I would be honored," he said softly, his eyes suddenly
wet.
Chapter Nine
Sweat poured down the torso of the man as he urged the
ox forward. The ropes pulled taut behind the animal,
straining against the stump that slowly gave up its grip on the
earth and pulled free. The man pulled off his big floppy hat and
ran his hand over his bald head while his eyes surveyed the
field that he had slowly reclaimed from the forest. His eyes
noted the neat rows of tomatoes, peppers, beans, the fruit trees
and other plantings. At the opposite end of the field he saw the
two girls working in tandem, planting turnips in the freshly
turned soil. His lips curved into a slight smile as he watched
them work, hearing in the slight breeze the music of their
chatter but not the words which he knew would be a barely
intelligible mixture of Spanish and their native Indian tongue.
They were dressed as he, wearing only shorts and a hat to
shade their faces, and their small brown breasts swayed as
they toiled.
The younger girl, Maria, looked up and saw him looking
in their direction. She waved at him and then nodded her head
when he held his hand up, the fingers spread to indicate five
minutes. He replaced his hat and walked through a copse of
trees and into another smaller clearing. The log cabin he
approached had been made from the trees that used to
populate the field he just left. On the front porch he paused and
took in the view of the sheltered cove below, the dock and his
twenty-eight foot boat.
He walked to the left of the house and stripped off his
shorts, the white cheeks of his ass in sharp contrast to his
deeply tanned body. He pulled a chain and stepped into the
spray of the shower, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the cool
water. Holding his head back he let the water splash against
his face and swallowed the sweet spring water that filled his
mouth. After soaping and rinsing his body he turned off the
water and dried himself off.
"Cena, Senor?"
He turned and saw that the younger of the two girls had
arrived from the field, and was kicking off her crude sandals.
"Si. Lavar." he said. She shimmied out of her shorts and
took his place in the outdoor shower, and he felt his cock
respond as he watched her hands soap up her firm young body.
Smiling to himself, he turned and strolled back to the front
porch, noticing the older girl down on the dock below, pulling
the trap from the water that would contain shellfish for their
evening meal. The cabin he entered was one large room with
a bed at one end and a crude kitchen at the other. The kitchen
contained a stove and a sink, two cabinets with a broad
bookcase with open shelves. A small desk in the corner was
cluttered with psychiatric journals and a short-wave radio.
After filling a large pot with water, he lit a burner on the
propane stove and set the pot on top. With this set up the man
sat down at the table, still nude from his shower, and thought
about his current good fortune.
Hannibal Lecter had led an almost sexless existence for
as long as he could remember, finding the trials of the mating
dance tedious, beneath his intellect and dignity. But when he
had returned from the States seven weeks ago, he couldn't get
the memory of fucking Clarice Starling out of his mind. He had
sailed there to purchase a supply of specialty pesticides and
herbicides that were not available locally. He had learned the
previous year, after losing most of his meager crop to deer,
insects and rodents, that farming was a lot more than
reclaiming the land from the forest. He had more than enough
money to buy the food and supplies that he needed but he was
reluctant to draw attention to himself by spending it. And after
spending seven years in a window-less cell at the asylum, he
took great joy in working the land.
Ever since his return, however, it had been difficult to
concentrate on the chores of his simple but enjoyable
existence. Starling was always on his mind... her firm breasts
in his hands... her legs and ass. Her cunt had felt delightful,
tight and warm as he fucked his cock in and out, enjoying his
first woman in over a decade. But it was the feeling of her
much tighter ass gripping his cock so tightly that kept returning
to his mind.
Seven days after his return he finally gave in to his urges
and concocted a plan to get himself a woman. He rode his
horse to the small Honduras village nearby and purchased
three sturdy burros, bargaining more than was necessary lest
the locals think him a wealthy target. He went from there into
the hills, the animals tethered in a row behind his horse. The
people of the hills lived a life little changed from their Mayan
ancestors of a thousand years ago. They tilled the land, raised
goats and sheep, hunted a little, and scratched out a simple
existence.
Lecter knew that the native Indians believed daughters
more of a burden than a blessing, each requiring a dowry to the
man who eventually married them. He went into the hills to
find a man he had met over a year ago, who had a large family
including many daughters. Intending to trade the burros for a
girl, Lector was surprised when the Indian man proudly offered
him any two of his six daughters in exchange for the beasts.
He selected the two prettiest, Maria, age fourteen and Louisa,
sixteen. Both were small, even for their age, but not atypical of
their race. He was delighted at their developing bodies, dark
eyes and ready smiles but was somewhat repulsed by their
gamy smells.
The night after returning was an eye-opening experience
for Lecter. He used a combination of Spanish and sign
language to communicate with the girls. They giggled and
laughed when he prepared dinner, having never seen a man
perform these womanly chores. After the simple meal, he took
both girls outside to the shower and tried in vain to explain the
purpose of soap and shampoo. Aside from an occasional swim
in a pond or the ocean, neither girl had any grasp of the notion
of bathing. He gave up on finding the right words for his
instructions and instead stripped his clothes off and stepped
under the shower. He used the bar of soap to lather his body,
then rinsed off. He then stepped out of the shower and
motioned for the older girl to take his place. In the end, he had
to enter the shower with each girl in turn, showing them how to
use the soap and washcloth, and how to shampoo their long
black hair. His cock was fully erect by the time he finished with
their showers, a fact not lost on the girls.
Louisa was more fully developed that her younger sister,
standing an inch or so over five feet, with smallish breasts up
high on her chest and a womanly curve to her hips and ass.
Maria was not even five feet tall, and her firm brown breasts
and dark nipples seemed proportionally larger on her narrower
frame. Her ass was small and tight. Neither girl had much
body hair except for a small triangle of silky black hair above
their virgin sex.
Lecter brought the girls back inside and busied himself
with showing them how to brush out and braid their long hair
while he thought about how to proceed. Not expecting to bring
home two girls, Lecter was unsure about how and when he
might introduce one or both to the duties he longed for them to
perform. The elder girl took charge, however, ordering her
sister around in their native tongue, preparing a bed out of
blankets for the younger girl at the foot of Lecter's large home-
made bed. Once she had her sister in bed for the night, Louisa
then placed a towel in the center of his bed and climbed into
position, her head and shoulders on the bed, her ass sticking
up in an unmistakable invitation.
Lecter fucked her twice that night, first in the doggie
position popular in most cultures and in nature, then in the
missionary position. She bled very little when he first broke
though her membrane, and came twice during their much
lengthier, second course. Lecter learned that night and over
the days that followed why virginity is so valued in many
cultures. He took great pleasure in her awakening sexuality,
the joy with which Louisa learned and performed new
techniques to please him and her growing wonder at her own
body's thrilling reaction to his hands, mouth and cock. She
willingly took his cock into her mouth and learned by watching
his reaction how to excite him until he groaned and gushed into
her warm eager mouth.
The elder Louisa held herself as the wife of the house,
and took sharp notice whenever she saw Lecter admiring or
attending to the younger sister. Whenever she sensed Lecter's
attention on Maria she became sharp to her sister and pouted
at him.
This all changed after the night he decided to introduce
Louisa to anal sex. She was on the bed, expecting him to
mount her doggie style, when she felt his finger enter her ass to
apply a lubricating oil. She cried out and leapt from the bed,
shaking her finger at him and speaking sharply in her native
tongue. Lecter ignored her outburst, shrugged, and brought the
younger sister from her makeshift bed to his.
His intentions became clear as he climbed onto the bed
himself and prepared to mount the girl, and Louisa cried out
and attempted to separate the two. Lecter grabbed her wrists
and got her under control, then calmly bound her wrists and tied
her to the foot of the bed. Humiliated, the older sister had no
choice but to watch Lecter fuck her virgin sister. He took her
twice that night, finding Maria a willing and enthusiastic lover.
In the morning, with Louisa still bound at the foot of the bed, he
greased the younger girl's ass and fucked her there. He went
very slowly, fingering the girl's cunt as he worked his cock in
and out of her very tight ass, and they came together in a
cacophony of groans and cries.
After a day in the fields, showers and the evening meal,
he again invited the younger girl to share his bed while the
elder was relegated to the make-shift bed. After a lusty fuck he
relaxed in bed with Maria curled up next to him, sleeping. After
ten minutes he noticed Louisa rise and walk silently over to the
dresser and retrieve the small jar of oil he had used on Maria
that morning and tried to use with Louisa the night before. His
cock started to recover as he watched her move across the
dark room to the kitchen table, lift her leg onto a chair, and
reach between her legs and up to apply the oil to her brown
rosette.
He gently rolled off the bed, and walked over to her. She
titled her head back for a kiss, her black eyes looking for
forgiveness. Lecter grabbed her roughly, turned her around,
and pushed her over the edge of the table. With one hand on
the girl's back, holding her face down on the table, he used his
other to spank her ass for several long minutes. The sobbing
girl stayed in position, bent over the table, as he greased
himself and forced his cock up her virgin ass. He was not as
gentle as with Maria, allowing her much less time to get used to
his cock before he increased the tempo of his thrusts. Holding
her braided hair in his hand like a leash, he sodomized the
whimpering girl, driving his cock fully to the hilt with every brutal
stroke. By the time he finally came in her tight hole he was
slamming his hips into the groaning girl with great speed and
she cried out in relief when she felt his hot cum blast her
bowels.
After this episode Lecter exercised his choice when
evening came, alternating between the two girls and
occasionally bringing both to his bed. The girls curried his
favor with their work in the fields and around the house, and
with their enthusiasm in bed.
Thinking back on all this gave Lecter a tremendous
erection. Maria came in from her shower and sat down across
the table from him, humming to herself while she worked a
brush through her ass-length black hair. His eyes dropped from
her guileless face to her firm brown mounds and the chocolate
colored nubs at the tips, and he decided that food could wait.
When he rose and the girl saw the stiff cock bob as he
approached, she set the brush down and turned toward him.
His fingers combed into her still damp hair and he pulled her
head toward his rod, savoring the sight of her lips parting to
take his white shaft inside. His hands directed the action, and
the girl concentrated her efforts on sucking his cock and
tonguing the head while he slowly fucked her face.
Louisa entered the cabin several minutes later, fresh
from her shower, and Lecter was pleased to see no sign on her
lovely face of the jealousy of the past. She smiled at Lecter and
noticed his eyes follow her as she walked to the kitchen sink
and set her basket of shrimp in the sink. When she turned
back, she saw him watching her closely, his eyes traveling
down her nude body as he pulled her sister's mouth back and
forth on his cock.
"Aqui," he said and the elder girl approached. He
extracted his fingers from Maria's hair and the younger girl took
over control, rocking her head back and forth as she sucked
and licked his cock. Lecter pulled the other girl next to him and
he leaned over to kiss her, driving his tongue deeply into her
mouth while his hands caressed her body. Her nipples
hardened rapidly under his fingers and she moaned into his
mouth when he gently pulled and twisted the sensitive nubs.
His other hand traced a line down her back and cupped the firm
round mounds of her ass.
Breaking the kiss he looked into her dark eyes while his
fingers slipped purposefully down the crack of her ass. Finding
the crinkled texture of her rosebud, he rubbed one finger in
small circles for several moments before forcing the digit inside.
Her lips parted as he wormed it inside and her tongue emerged
to wet her lips.
"Prepare yourself, my child," he said and her dark eyes
flashed with understanding and passion. He removed his finger
and watched as Louisa retrieved the oil, coated a finger, and
pushed it deep up her ass. While she was preparing herself,
he pulled the younger girl off his cock and up, and kissed her
long and hard, his hands caressing the smaller, tighter body.
"Gracias, Maria," he said. Selecting a chair with arms,
he sat down and motioned for Louisa to approach. She came
to him, and turned as he directed, and he lifted her up into his
lap. Planting her feet on the edges of the chair, outside his
thighs, she squatted and then lowered herself until she felt the
slick head of his cock against her anus. Groaning pleasantly,
she slowly let herself down, impaling her ass on his cock.
"Ahhhhhh," she intoned as his cock filled her slowly until
she was completely corked. Lecter's hands reached around
and played with her breasts and cunt while the girl pushed
against the arms of the chair to raise herself up and then let
gravity force herself down on his cock. After several minutes of
this, Lecter stopped the girl, holding her in his lap. He rose to
his feet and carried the girl with him to the bed. After
positioning the still-corked girl and himself in the middle of the
bed, he called for Maria.
The sodomy continued with the younger girl behind
Lecter, her breasts and their hard nubs pressed into his back,
while he fucked his cock at a steady pace in the older girl's
exquisitely tight canal. Louisa had one hand between her legs,
rubbing her sensitive clit, and was moaning in pleasure at the
powerfully erotic sensations coming from both holes. Maria had
one arm wrapped around Lecter, her small fingers caressing his
chest and nipples, while she rocked into him with the same
cadence as his movements. Her other hand was between
Lecter's white cheeks, two fingers fucking in and out of his ass.
"Oh Yes" moaned Lecter when he finally gave up on
holding back his release and felt his balls tighten in preparation.
He heard the cries of Louisa as his cock blasted jet after jet of
cum into her depths, as she too came.
"Thank you, Clarice," he thought to himself as he
emptied his balls in the girl.
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