Chapter 9
The men were locked in the game room. There were two exits, but both had been sealed off. The McAn twins and Steve Weir were so exhausted from the night before-—and hungover—not to mention being enervated by the imposed round of sex that day, that they were just as happy to curl up on the mat and sleep, figuring there would be time to worry about their situation later.
Ed Jones, too, was tired; but, because Fred Smith was so upset over what had transpired, Ed decided to sit up with him, and perhaps lead him out of his jungle of confusion.
The girls had been imprisoned in an adjoining room, considerably smaller than the game room. Like their husbands, the McAn girls and Dot Weir were ready to fold up for a nap, undisturbed by the sexual adventure in which they had just participated, and not really concerned over the presence of the two escaped convicts. However, like her husband, Rose was noticeably upset, so Zoe took it upon herself to console the woman.
Chuck stood guard over the two room while Tom crapped out for a few hours sleep. He awoke late in the day and rummaged around the kitchen for something to eat. It was then decided that Zoe and Dot should be let out to prepare food for everyone.
"How long we gonna stay here, Tommy?" Chuck asked, while the two kept a watch on Zoe and Dot in the kitchen.
"Oh, a couple'a days, maybe." Tom had a certain self-assured mannerism. "There's no way in hell they can trace us here. Then we leave, we'll take one'a these dudes' cars, put everyone out'a commission for a few hours, and be on our way t' California. You'll like California, Chuck-baby."
"Yeah—if we ever get there."
Tom put his hand around Chuck's shoulders and gripped his fingers into the back of the husky man's neck. "Believe in me, Chuck-baby, believe in me."
The men stood staring at each other in a kind of queer trance, not really knowing what each saw in the other's eyes. Finally Tom dropped his hold on Chuck and looked up to see Zoe watching them. Chuck followed Tom's glance.
"What ya starin' at, cunt?" Chuck practically hissed.
"Was I staring?" Zoe laughed and turned on her charm. She had about figured these two guys out, and she wanted to prove her theory right. "I was just going to inform you that dinner is ready. Why don't we be civil about this whole thing and let everyone come to the dining room for a pleasant meal? After all, if you've put all the cars out of commission like you say you have, I don't think you have to worry about anyone escaping. No one in his right mind would take off on foot after dark—it gets mighty cold up here."
"Yeah—maybe you're right." Tom patted his buddy on the back and sent him to get the others and take them into the dining room. Then he turned and studied Zoe. "You're kind'a somethin' else, aren't you? Ya ain't scared'a us at all. How come?"
"Why should I be? Just because you have guns?" Zoe was all smiles, almost nonchalant appearing. "You boys aren't killers—and you're nobody's fools—just a little mixed up."
"How d'ya know we ain't killers?"
"I'm a pretty good judge of human nature." Zoe pursed her lips in thought. "You would have a lot better chance of escaping to freedom if you didn't have your friend along."
"Oh, yeah? Who says?"
"It's just a wild guess, but it stands to reason that one man would have a better chance than two."
Tom looked at her for a moment, then his lower lip fell. "Well, hell, I couldn't leave without Chuck."
Zoe stared intently into his eyes. "Yes, I know." Abruptly she turned to go back to the stove.
"Huh?" Tom thought a minute, then took long strides to catch up with her. He put one hand on her shoulder and turned her around. "What th' fuck did ya mean by that?"
Again Zoe stared with understanding intensity into the hardened face before her. "You said it, I didn't."
"But you said you knew. How'd ya know?"
She looked directly in the man's face, her words were measured and precise. "Because of the love you have for him."
"Love? Shit! What th' bloody fuck ya talkin' about?"
She smiled and turned to remove a casserole from the often. "Hot stuff, watch it."
"I asked ya a question." Tom started to reach for her, but the hot dish was in his way.
"Think about it, Tommy—just think about it." She pushed past him. "Grab that basket of rolls and that bowl of salad and bring it along."
Tom stood bewildered. He looked from Zoe to the gun in his hand. She was not afraid of it—or of him. Then, realizing that he could not carry the rolls, the salad bowl and the gun all at the same time, he shoved the gun into his belt. Dot was watching him. He glanced up into her face and reddened. However, with a shrug he picked up the salad bowl and the rolls, and forced a half grin. "Ain't you carryin' nothin'?"
Dot looked frightened as she quickly turned to get two vegetable dishes and, crossing in front of him, went toward the dining room.
The woman had been allowed to put on their panties and bras, but the men remained naked, and uneasily so in the presence of the women. Both Chuck and Tom wore only their trousers.
Fred and Rose Smith practically ran to each other's arms.
"Are you all right, Fred?"
"Yes—I think so."
"You didn't get hurt when that brute forced that man to—you know?" Rose reddened at the thought.
"No—I don't think so." Fred ran his hand down his wife's back and let it rest at her waist. "Rose, I've been having" quite a long chat with Ed Jones. You know, the Joneses are amazing people. I think they've pretty well pinpointed us and what's wrong with our marriage."
"All right, you two," Chuck said with a wave of his gun, "cut th' chatter. Grub's on th' table, eat while ya can."
There was little conversation at dinner. All were ravenous since only the Joneses had eaten any food that day. When Zoe went to the kitchen for the dessert and coffee, Tom followed her.
"About what you said a little while ago—" Tom perched against the sink.
"I haven't time to talk, unless you give me a hand dishing up this ice cream." Zoe was all business.
Tom moved to help her. "Okay shoot."
"Well, I would say," Zoe said, as she dipped in for a scoop of ice cream, "that you have an underlying protective feeling for Chuck—a sense of responsibility for him."
"Why th' hell should I have that?"
Tom was being overly defensive, she could tell. She decided to take a wild guess. "Maybe because you feel responsible for his physical condition."
"What physical condition?"
"The fact of his sexual abnormality—his psychosomatic impotency."
"His what?" Tom dropped a scoop of ice cream and kicked it aside.
"The fact that he has difficulty getting and sustaining an erection." Zoe's attention seemed to be on the ice cream.
"Ya tryin' t' say that I'm responsible for th' fact that Chuck can't get a hard-on?"
"No. I'm saying that maybe you feel as if you are responsible for it." Now she looked directly into his eyes and tried to smile. "Maybe he was all right until he got to prison and you raped him."
"How did you—?" Tom laughed embarrassedly.
"Ah, what th' fuck ya talkin' about?"
"Think about it, Tommy." Zoe moved to the coffee urn and turned on the spigot, filling a container with the rich brown liquid. "I understand that prisoners perform what they consider to be unnatural sex acts on one another, forcing the weaker-willed individuals to do things that are completely alien to their natures. And, in some rare cases, that causes a psychosomatic reaction within such individuals."
Tom glared at her from across the room, then swaggered toward her. "Where th' hell did you get all your smarts?"
"That's the way it is, isn't it, Tommy?"
Tom laughed uneasily and turned away. "It might be. I'll get th' fuckin' ice cream."
"Oh, good heavens," Zoe thought aloud and turned off the spigot on the coffee urn, "what a thing to do with ice cream. Ooo, that would be a real deep freeze!" She motioned for Tom to get the tray of ice cream dishes as she picked up the coffee container and started for the swinging door. She turned back and smiled sweetly at Tom. "Maybe we ought to see what we can do about rectifying the situation."
"Rectifying"
Realizing that she was free to go since Tom had his hands full with the ice cream tray, she smiled impishly and pushed her way through the door. Tom entered on the next swing of the door to see her pouring coffee. He passed out the ice cream.
"I want to know what you intend doing with us?" Fred said after the dishes had been cleared from the table.
"Well, Mac," Tom said sarcastically, "I figure t' fuck you a couple'a times in the ass and maybe make ya swing on a couple'a cocks. Maybe that'll get you off your goddamn high horse."
"Please, Fred," Rose said, as she put her hand on his naked thigh, "he's only trying to antagonize you."
"Well, he's damn well succeeding," Fred replied. "It's no fun having one of those things shoved up your backside."
For some reason Rose wanted to laugh, but she swallowed her urge and tried to be sympathetic. "Yes, I know, dear—that is, I should guess."
Fred eyed his wife suspiciously. He decided to remain mum.
"I'll help you with the dishes," Tom offered Zoe, as he carried the last of the things from the dining room. The others had been taken back to their places of confinement after Tom had considered Zoe's plea to let them all dress, unless he was planning another orgy or something.
Zoe turned on the water and added soap. "You're still worried about Chuck, aren't you?"
"I've been thinkin' about what ya said."
"And you think maybe what I said was true?"
"I didn't say that."
After Zoe began washing and rinsing the dishes and placing them in the drain rack, she watched Tom make an attempt at drying them. "How does Chuck get his kicks?"
"Huh?" Tom nearly dropped a plate. "What d'ya mean?"
"I mean sexually."
Tom thought a minute. "Ya mean with guys?"
"I don't know." Zoe appeared understanding. "What about with women?"
"I only know what he told me." Again Tom seemed embarrassed. "Guess th' only thing that really turns him on is t' have some broad suck him off while some other guy's fuckin' her cunt."
"But you don't know?" Zoe was clinical in her approach, which seemed to set Tom somewhat at ease.
"Just what he says."
"Then I have a suggestion." She handed him a hot plate and watched amusedly as he juggled it.
It took some convincing for Tom to agree to go along with her idea.
Zoe's powers of persuasion were so strong that she was able to convince Tom to allow each of the couples to be locked into individual cabins, where their clothing was taken from them and it would be impossible for them to escape through the narrow windows. However, since Babs McAn and Steve Weir were to be used in the experiment, Dot was locked in a double cabin with the rest of the McAns. Ed Jones was locked in a cabin by himself, assured that his wife would join him later.
Chuck, Tom, Steve and Babs joined Zoe in another cabin. Steve and Babs were completely confused about what was happening, but the most confused of the party was Chuck Schultz. Everyone undressed, including Zoe and Tom.
"Now what's suppose t' happen, Tommy? What did ya let that bitch go an' talk ya into, huh?" Chuck was nervous about the situation.
Steve, at the sight of both Babs and Zoe naked, immediately responded with the beginnings of a prodigious erection. He was ordered to lie on his back, and Babs was told to tongue his body until she got his cock as hard as it would possibly get. This she did with a certain eagerness that aroused Steve to the desired erotic heights. Then, when his tool was rigid and spitting lubricating fluid until the cock-head was big and shiny, Babs was commanded to squat down on it and direct it into her cunt. She did so, but not before she wound her mouth around it a couple of times, fingering around his balls and up into his asshole. Then, holding the mighty muscle pointed toward her snatch, she straddled his pelvis and forced it inside her with a delicate grunt. Wiggling and twisting as it penetrated her oozy shaft, she worked herself down until she was completely impaled by it. With that meat crammed inside her, she found it impossible to keep from squirming around.
"Now, Chuck," Zoe said with a certain firmness, "step over Steve's body and let Babs suck .on your cock."
"Ya kiddin' or what?" Chuck looked frightened.
"Go ahead, Chuck-baby, do like th' lady says." Tom watched with his arms folded. His cock had begun to stiffen, but he was uncertain which stimulation had caused it.
Chuck hesitated before he stepped across Steve's body. He obviously was having qualms about the entire affair. His cock dangled with only a semblance of firmness entering it. Perspiration oozed out on his brow as he finally stepped close enough to Babs that she could fondle his balls. When he finally moved closer, she ran one hand over his thighs and up to his testicles, while the other hand examined his still limp cock. She tugged on it, pulling him closer for a better look. At last she was able to lure him close enough so that she could take the head of it in her mouth. At the first taste of it, she began to bounce furiously on Steve's cock. However, although she sucked at Chuck's cock with a passion, little or no hardness came to it.
Babs let the muscle slip out of her mouth as she began rocking on Steve's prick with a passion. Now she licked her tongue around Chuck's thighs and testicles, sucking first one and then both balls into her mouth. Still only minimal tension came to his penis. Again she took it into her mouth, now making erotic noises of gasping and groaning as she rode Steve's cock for all she was worth.
Chuck looked helplessly to Tom, embarrassed and uncomfortable. Then his eyes shot to Zoe's. She forced a smile, after which she averted her glance down to Tom's cock. Slowly she lowered to her haunches before the man and reached to play about his testicles and penis until she steadied the root of it, pushed back so that it would point out at her, and circled her lips around the head of it. Catching her lips on the outer rim of the cock-head, so that it was completely within her mouth, she flicked her tongue over it until the cock-neck reached full firmness and seemed to bend upward into her mouth. She glanced over to notice that as Babs worked on Chuck's cock, it was beginning to get firmer, but that was because Chuck's attention was on Tom's cock. Zoe gazed up at Tom, who was watching her. She nodded her head. He, too, looked over to observe Chuck.
Almost as if on cue, Tom began lowering himself so that he, too, was in a reclining position. During that maneuver, however, Zoe never once lost her mouth-hold on his penis. When he was down, she managed to position herself so that her legs straddled his upper body and her crotch was directly above his mouth.
Tom clutched at the cheeks of Zoe's ass, spreading them and moving his fingers down to play into the crack of her cunt, pulling the lips apart and caressing around the lips and clitoris, finally yanking her pelvis down to his face so that he could lick into her snatch. As he did, Zoe began a slow downward movement onto the neck of his cock. Because of the unusual length of that muscle, she was forced to curl her fist around the base of it, and even then found it was more than she could take comfortably. Nevertheless, she made the most of the situation as her head began to bob up and down on it, matching the rhythm that Babs had set sliding up and down on Steve's cock.
Babs moved her head back and forth on Chuck's cock so that it slid in and out of her mouth, the head penetrating into her throat. She directed Steve's hands to play with Chuck's backside, while her hands explored up his chest and belly and down his legs.
There was no doubt that Chuck was being stimulated to the point of ejaculation. He seemed unconcerned with what was happening to his own body, while his attention remained riveted to Zoe and Tom.
As Tom raised his head to lick higher into Zoe's cunt, and she bobbed her head faster and faster over his cock, Chuck could tell by Tom's body movement that he, too, was on the verge of climax. As his body jolted spastically with release, and he chewed higher into Zoe's cunt, so that once she tasted his come, she, too, was ready to shoot, Chuck felt the tingle of ejaculation start from his toes and eventually lunge with excruciating agony through his penis and into Babs' frantically sucking mouth. No more had he shot his load, than Chuck hurriedly pulled his sensitive cock from Babs' grasp. At which point, Babs moved so spastically over Steve's tool, that it erupted inside her. She fingered her clitoris until she reached climax.
Chuck had moved away from the others. He was bent over, clutching his groin as if in terrible pain. Tears glistened on his cheek as his legs crumpled under him and he fell into a heap on the floor.