Chapter 10
Judy didn't wait for Lowell. The moment he had the main door locked, she started to undress. He chuckled at that and she explained defensively they had quite a bit less than an hour. If they were to make love, she wanted all she could get out of it. And in the seconds it took him to get to the side door, lock it and get back, she was naked.
She felt a brief twinge of guilt; she and Mike had first made love here. This was where she'd watched Lowell and Edith in their bizarre private session, too. But those things were sentimental and this exercise was not. She knew how badly shaken she was. She knew as well as Lowell it would take drastic measures to shake her out of the deadly concern with Edith's behavior. And she'd just discovered it was possible to rechannel the terrible tension her fear of death had brought to sexual desire. She churned with fiery anticipation.
Lowell stared at her naked form, his gaze openly hungry. "What a Goddamn figure!" he exclaimed. "Maybe you are Colleen's daughter! You're sure built like she was!"
"Don't waste time telling me!" she said in a choked voice. "Show me!"
His eyebrows jerked upward, "Hey! You're hot as hell today!"
"Damn it, stop talking and do something about it!" All right, I was hysterical! she thought. Maybe I'm still hysterical! But I don't want to stand here naked and talk!
Lowell smiled broadly, a relaxed, satisfied smile without a trace of warmth. "What?"
"Goddamn it, you heard me!" Her voice rose. "Do something! Don't just stand there gawking and making small talk!"
"That's what I thought you said." He seized her wrist and gave it a vicious twist.
"Nooo!" As she turned and sagged forward, agony shooting from fingertips to shoulder, she had visions of the way he'd twisted Edith's arm. "No! Not that, Lowell!"
He snarled. "You Goddamn ignorant bitch! 'Do something!' you say! Shit, I'll do something!" He twisted again and she squirmed while he drove her hand upward between her shoulder blades.
"Oh, Lowell! Jesus, Lowell, please don't do that! I couldn't stand it!"
"Shut your big mouth, you illegitimate slut! Take what you get and be damn glad!"
He shoved her before him, twisting her arm and pushing up against it as they went. And he stopped her at the end of the aisle between two of the bookcases. When he released her arm, the limb fell to her side, paralyzed momentarily by the brutal treatment. He grabbed it again and jerked it over her head, pulling a piece of cord off one of the shelves.
"Comes in handy," he remarked with a leer.
She wrenched at her hand. Without a change of expression, he struck her in the face with a stinging backhand that knocked her a step back between the shelves. She cowered, whimpering but determined not to struggle. What he'd done to Edith had hurt his sister momentarily and Judy hated pain. But he'd done Edith no permanent harm, and if Judy submitted gracefully he'd be unlikely to do any to her.
He tied her quickly, one hand to an upright in each of the two sets of shelves, then, pulling her backward toward the open end of the aisle by her hips, each ankle to one of the end posts. It was an awkward, humiliating position, she conceded. She had to bend sharply at the hips to keep any of her weight on her feet, and her arms were outspread before her at an angle that gave her enough trouble without worrying about gracefulness.
He ran his hand over the inner sides of her thighs and under her belly. "So you're Colleen's little bastard." He laid his hand on her ass and gave her a sudden shove.
Off balance to start with, she pitched forward to sag from her wrists. With an angry sob, she struggled to regain her footing.
"You sadistic son of a bitch!" She grated it at him between set teeth. "I'm not like Edith! I don't like to be hurt!"
"Bullshit! You don't know what you like, you worthless baby! You like what I tell you you like!"
"No, I don't! I hate you!"
"You love me. Women all do. If I say you like shit, you'll eat shit! You're Colleen's bastard, that's what you are. She was a worthless whore, just like you. But I wanted her. When I left here I wanted her to go with me. Know why she wouldn't? You, you half-assed cunt!"
"Lowell! That's not true!"
"The hell it's not!"
"Why me? She didn't even know me!"
"She knew she'd never see you if she left. She knew that much."
"Oh, no!"
"Just for you, shithead! Just for you! She'd have gone, otherwise."
His belt slashed across her protruding ass. She flung herself away from the unexpected agony, sagging again into a deep, inverted arch. Moving between her and the shelves on her left, he squatted and slashed his belt upward across her belly.
"Noooo! Eeee!" She forced herself into the standing position. "Lowell, for God's sake don't! I can't stand that!"
He yanked at one of her dangling tits and she shrieked. Dimly, she realized nothing he'd done had really hurt yet, but her helplessness and his seeming bitterness magnified even the smallest actual pain and made it seem like agony. His bitterness was undoubtedly an act; with Edith he'd pretended to hate her. Mental anguish was probably as much a part of the rite as physical. But she couldn't hold the realization firmly enough to steel herself.
He paddled her with his hands.
"Nice, fat little ass-cheeks," he commented. "Like Colleen. Don't stick out too much when you stand up, but they sure are round and plump when you bend over." And at intervals while he spoke, his hand slammed against one or the other of the jiggling, inflamed buns.
She wept. As if she were a child once more, submitting to one of the beatings John McAllister had said were good for her character, she writhed and sobbed quietly, only crying out when a blow found some spot not already half numbed.
She hated pain, as she'd told him. She hated it with a passion that was almost psychopathic. She wanted him dead-wanted it to be over so she could show the bruises to Mike and Cal while she pleaded for vengeance.
Sting as Lowell's blows did, she could tell they wouldn't leave a mark. If she had to prove her accusations, she'd never make anybody believe he'd laid a hand on her.
He crouched at her side again. With his fist doubled, he struck her in the belly, hunting each time for a fresh spot. Her muscles ached from the pounding, but she knew again her skin wouldn't be discolored. Her hatred and fury swelled until it seemed to consume her. And in the midst of her raging she discovered she was at the very edge of orgasm.
"Gets to you, doesn't it, stupid! Pretty good, after all?"
"Unnnhh! S-s-stop! Please!"
"Fuck you, baby! You wiggle too good."
He used his belt again. He lashed her thighs, letting the belt curl around one, then the other, the end snapping when it reached the quivering flesh. Her boobs leaped with her contortions. Her hair hung before her face in a thick, dancing cloud. As she looked back under herself, she could see wet, shiny, swollen flesh protruding where her cunt hair had parted.
She felt she must be afire with the pain that washed back and forth over her. She was certain her orgasm was going to burst upon her. But she knew she could stand anything Lowell did to her if it didn't get any worse. She saw his belt skid across the floor and mumbled a tearful thanks that wasn't intended for his ears. And she hung shaking and gasping while his hands squeezed and rubbed and probed.
To her utter amazement, the pain subsided almost as soon as he stopped inflicting it. But her flesh seemed super-sensitized. His slightest touch shot jagged daggers of excitement into her and made her muscles leap and jerk. She found herself writhing more from his feeling-up than she had during the punishment. And in her haze of excitement she stopped hearing his sneering, cruel remarks.
But once in a while a word or phrase would catch her attention. She was afraid to protest; he might start hurting her again. She reminded herself he was trying to make her miserable and discounted what he said.
His attentions converged on the zones she'd thought of as the sexual areas. He bent over her butt and reached around with both hands to squeeze her tits. He kneaded and pulled at them, first playing with the youthfully conical boobs themselves, then narrowing his caresses to the nipples. While the persistent fondling continued to excite her-and while it felt good to her after the pain-it was a quiet kind of excitement that let her catch her breath. Even the position was tolerable when a pair of hands could flood a woman's body with so much pleasure.
His hands left her tits and rubbed backward along her belly until his fingers were buried in her pubic hair. Her thighs grew tense with her anticipation of his next probing; he'd grab her pussy and slip his fingers into the gooey slit and dig at her cunt.
He did not. He backed away from her and started to massage her ass. God! Even that feels good! She panted. So good! Her feet shuffled on the floor and bent first one knee, then the other as she twisted her hips in rapidly increasing response to the stimulus on her buttocks.
And from the rear-rather than under her belly and the long, thick pubic hair-Lowell reached in to dabble in the thickening wetness 'of her gaping pussy. He spread her pussylips and rubbed them vigorously with the knuckles of one fist. He squeezed and prodded them. He caught puffy little mounds and pinched them between his fingertips. And he thrust his fist against her pulsing cunt, grinding his knuckles on the thick, rubbery rim while the softer, pliable tissues of her pussy twisted under his fist.
Flat-palmed, he spread her streaming juice over all of the sensitized surfaces surrounding her cunt. He scrubbed at her clitoris until she bucked and screamed. And he rimmed the puckering muscle of her anus until it opened to gulp at the tip of his finger. And when she was in a frenzy of excitement, unable to tell what he was doing, he loosened the knots that held her and changed her position.
He lashed her wrists together in front of her, then forced her to extend her arms above her head. He secured her bound wrists to the top shelf of one of the cases, letting her sag against the end of the shelves staring at the desk.
He started with her breasts again, mauling and kneading and chewing. He continued to chew while his hands plunged to her pussy and grubbed at the quivering membranes. And he began thrusting fingers into her cuntmouth. With horror, she felt the insertion of one finger beside another until the constriction of her pelvic circle refused to yield. He heaved her off her feet, an indescribable sheet of sensation flashing over her. Again and again, he flung her upward by her cuntmouth and let her fall against the resistance of his deep-thrust hand.
She screamed, her throat raw and her eyes smarting from the intensity of her lust. The pleasure was too powerful to be pleasurable any longer-it was simply a sensation distinct from and superior to any specific physical sensation. It was good in that she desired it and dreaded to have it stop. It was bad in that it was too intense to understand or enjoy. Both ways, it was like a powerful drug, so that she felt addicted to it and stopped caring what getting it might do to her.
"Oh...my...God!" she yelled in guttural tones. "Fuck...me...you...mean...bastard!"
He snatched at her ass and jerked her hips away from the bookcase until her back was bent and her belly protruded and her feet left the floor. He kept pulling while her hips rose in an arc to the level of his prick. And he kicked her legs apart and edged between them, his cock jutting out through the open fly of his trousers.
The heavy cockhead burrowed into the hot, slippery membranes of her pussy to the rim of her cunt. His hips jerked fiercely and the wicked bulb burst through the momentary resistance of her cuntmouth and plowed upward along her vagina. Holding her by her asscheeks, he bounced her again to stroke her on his cock. And she let her moans bubble from her lips, frothy saliva bubbling with them and trickling over her chin and onto her breasts.
"Good God, Lowell! Here it is! Here I come!"
He backed off in mid-stroke. "Not yet, slut. Not yet."
"Lowell, please! For Christ's sake, I'll go crazy hanging here and not coming!"
He bent to seize her ankles. With brutal disregard for the fact that she was being suspended by her wrists, he lifted her feet above his shoulders and laid the hollows of her ankles on either side of his neck.
"Now, you dumb twat," he growled into her face. "Now, you can come all you want to. Explode if that's the way you feel."
He thumbed her asshole, the blunt digit slipping on the juice he'd spread and jabbing at her anus until she opened and engulfed it. He twisted his thumb and crooked it, and her body flopped from side to side from the insane bolts of delight that tore through her. He jerked out his thumb and let his cockhead push at the loosening sphincter.
"Lowell! Lowell, no! I'm not used to it like Edith! Don't do that! No, Lowell!"
He came up out of his crouch, the rigid cock bearing Judy's weight while her asshole slowly stretched to settle over the brutal knob of his cockhead. She shrieked at the fiery burning sensation that enveloped her, then started pumping her legs to bounce herself up and down on the implanted shaft. The pain vanished and left only a strange, pressure-based goodness. The gathering knot in her belly released itself and she stiffened in orgasm. While her cunt contracted spasmodically, her anus bit at the entrapped cock.
Lowell groaned happily and thrust with his hips, his jism squirting into her to fill her gut with its thick, hot mass. He crushed her back against the bookcase and shoved hungrily at her. And a gleeful grin split the sardonic features as he chewed at the tip of his tongue. "That...do it...baby?" He panted through his own tremors. "That...yank ... the chain?"
"Ooooh, yes! Brrrr!" She shuddered as her final spasms subsided. "Lowell, you're terribly cruel when you make love like this. Is it hard to act that mean?"
He laughed heartily. "Act, Judy? You're the dumbest little cunt I ever fucked! That's no act!"
"It's got to be. You're too kind and sweet to be that mean."
"Oh, sure! I'm all that stuff. You don't understand."
"Understand?"
He thrust her legs apart so they fell away from his shoulders. Her body fell sickeningly until she caught herself, her feet on the floor. His half-softened cock ripped from her cunt with a jerk she thought would disembowel her. She gasped and caught her lower lip between her teeth.
Lowell yanked the lashings off her wrists with a contemptuous sneer and stared at her while she tried to rub circulation back into her hands.
"You're too Goddamn weak to need tying," he said. "Not your mother! That she-cat had some spunk and the strength to go with it!"
She was tired of hearing Lowell talk about Colleen. "For Christ's sake, show a little sensitivity! She was my mother!"
"Of course she was! You think I didn't know that? Jesus, you're dense! I knew that before you ever got here! Before you ever thought of coming here! Damn right she was your mother! So what?"
"So you don't have to make her sound so awful!"
"She was a Goddamn tramp!" He yelled.
She blazed at him. "She was not!" Colleen had talked softly to her about that the last night she lived, Judy remembered. She'd been concerned. "Don't let yourself turn into a tramp," she'd said. And Judy hadn't caught the tiny note of pleading...not then.
"Edith and Gwen...." Lowell sneered at Judy. "They don't make any bones about the way they like their sex. They go out and get it-open and honest. If you ask, they tell you. You saw how they satisfy themselves. Not Colleen. It had to be a big, dark secret with her."
Judy was furious. "If she let you fuck her, I shouldn't wonder she'd want to keep it secret!"
"Any male in the house." Lowell muttered. "From guard dog to handyman to Oliver. Started fucking Oliver when she wasn't even thirteen yet. Never did stop!"
"Lowell!"
"What the hell you think that secret ladder was for? Ask my mother how many times that old son of a bitch spent all night in the library because of some Goddamn 'business deal' he had cooking! Just ask her!"
"Lowell Blake!"
"Yeah, Blake!" His voice was bitter. "He wasn't even decent enough to adopt his second wife's kids. Why not?"
"I .. . Lowell, why?"
"Suspicious. Thought maybe she was marrying him so her kids would get into that Goddamn fortune he'd put together. And he had a daughter he wanted to get her cut-a lion-sized cut." He glared at Judy. "How about that? His own daughter right here in the house fucking up a storm with him! And he's so sick she's got to have a 'blood share' of his estate!"
"He must have thought an awful lot of her."
"Fat lot! To keep her on as a housekeeper all those years? To keep the secret plowed under so deep there's still not one official document admitting who she is?" He shook his head. "A lousy, selfish, inhuman son of a bitch, that's all he was. All I wonder is how he had it figured out for her to get the money without it coming out she was his bastard daughter!"
He stopped, his chest heaving from the exertion of his outpouring. And he studied Judy, his hate for Colleen appearing now to settle on Colleen's illegitimate child.
"But it wouldn't matter to you, Judy. Wouldn't matter a bit. Colleen's dead, like she ought to be. Edith and I are going to split the loot she'd have got. And I'm going to kill you."
For a moment his calm promise failed to register with Judy. But when it did she shrank back to stare at him aghast.
"Lowell! Please! Stop trying to scare me!"