Chapter 5
They started out the door.
"What about me?" Tracy asked.
"You know where you're supposed to go," the man said.
"But I don't know where I am," she protested.
"He'll find you," the man said. "When he wants to find you."
She remained at the little house until she heard a car pull up front. She had already dressed and she walked outside. Brad had the car door open for her.
"Are you ready to go back?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Mr. Douglas wants to see you as soon as you've rested and cleaned yourself up. There's a dressing gown on your bed for you to put on.
She realized that her bag was gone and now the only clothes she had were the ones she had on. Perhaps that had been what Joe Douglas had intended all along. Perhaps he was trying to make her dependent upon him for things.
It won't work, she told herself. They had raped her and she'd had promised them anything, but she would get another chance to run away. Then she remembered what the man had told her about having to come back there.
This time they wouldn't be so gentle with her.
She shivered as she wondered how rough a human being could possibly get with another. Surely he hadn't meant that about using her ass and mouth the same way they bad used her pussy.
That would be too much! Somehow she knew that she was fooling herself. That man had meant everything he'd said.
They stopped at the front of Mr. Douglas' country house. Brad got out and opened the door for her. She saw him looking at her blouse and she remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra.
She looked down at herself, her nipples were responding to the cold. They were hard and outlined against the sheerness of her blouse.
Brad was licking his lips. She thought that perhaps she could use Brad to get, away. He was hot for her. Maybe she could convince him to turn her loose.
"Do you think I'm pretty, Brad?" "Sure," he said.
"How would you like to be my special boy?" "What do you mean?"
"Well, if you'd help me to get away you could come and visit any time you want. I'd be nice to you, Brad. I really would."
"How nice?"
"Just anything you wanted," she said.
She was pleased at the way the conversation was going. Brad looked really interested. She pushed her titties forward to give him a better view.
"Would you suck my cock?" he asked.
She didn't want to answer that question. She didn't want to suck any man's cock. That seemed the most degrading thing a woman could do. But she wanted to get away and she swallowed her pride.
"Of course," she said. "Anything you wanted." "How do I know you'd be worth helping?" "I could do something for you," she said.
She wished that her pussy wasn't so sore. She would have just leaned back and given him what he wanted. But, she was afraid that he would hurt her.
"What will you do?" he asked. "Will you suck my cock? Right now?"
She couldn't do that. Then she realized that she was never going to get away unless she did as Brad wanted. He was her last hope. The only one who could help her escape.
"All right," she said tiredly.
"Sit with your legs out of the seat," he said. "I'll stand here by the door."
She swung her legs out of the seat and sat motionless. He unzipped his trousers and brought out a large, limp prick. He drew closer to her so that his prick was only inches away from her face.
"Kiss it," he demanded.
She touched her lips distastefully to the head of his cock. She felt it growing under that slight caress. She drew back in disgust. She didn't know if she was going to be able to do this or not. It seemed an awful price to pay for her freedom.
"Can't I do something else?" she asked ~I mean I'll do that for you but right now I'm just so tired and it wouldn't be good for you. Why don't we wait until you get me back to my sister's apartment? Then we can have a really good time."
"You stupid bitch," he said, stuffing his prick back into his trousers. "You didn't really think I'd let you go, did you? Shit, when Mr. Douglas is through with you I get you and you'll suck my cock or whatever I want."
She slapped at him but he caught her hand and jerked her from the car. He grabbed her hair and bent her, head back until she was afraid her neck was going to snap.
His other hand crept between her legs. He pushed her legs apart roughly and stuffed his hand down the waistband of her pants. She felt his fingers going underneath her panties and rubbing her sore pussy lips.
"Please," she said. "Please."
"DO you know what would happen if I told Mr. Douglas that you tried this trick?"
"I think so," she said.
"You bet your sweet ass you know," Brad said. "He'd send you right back to the little cabin. Those boys can be a hell of a lot rougher than they were tonight."
He pressed his mouth to hers and his tongue pushed between her lips. He fondled her tongue with his own. His finger penetrated her cunt and started rubbing her.
"STOP!" she begged him loudly. "It burns! It really hurts!"
"You bitches always hurt afterwards," Brad said. "Those guys have big pricks."
He released her. She was trembling as he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the house. Her legs were weak and she almost stumbled a few times.
"Go upstairs," he said. "Clean yourself up and put on your gown. Mr. Douglas wants you in bed tonight and be gets what he wants."
Somehow she staggered up the steps. She took a long, hot shower and put on the robe that was on the bed. It was long and soft and clinging. The richness of the fabric made her nipples stand up hard. She heard a knock on her door and she opened it. Louise brushed past her.
"How was it?" Louise asked.
"How was what?" Tracy asked.
"You don't have to play games with me," Louise said. "I know what happened. I tried to run away myself."
"You did?"
"Yes," Louise said. "I found out what this place was going to be like and I told him I'd rather go to jail. He let me get a little way down the street when those three men picked me up."
"I had five," Tracy said.
"Good God," Louise said. "He must have really wanted to break your spirit. three were enough for me.
Tracy sat down on her bed. She gave her hair a few brush strokes until it was shining. Somehow she wanted her hair to look pretty.
"Are you going to him now?" Louise asked.
"Yes," Tracy answered.
"Well good luck," Louise said. "And let me give, you a piece of advice. Don't fight him any more. It's easier if you just go along with him. He'll get what he wants and it hurts if he gets it the hard way. Go along with him."
There was no way out for her. The only way she'd ever leave was to leave when Joe got tired of her. She found big tears running down her checks. Louise sat down beside her and comforted her with warm arms.
"There," Louise said soothingly. "I know what you're feeling, but everything's going to be all right. Just do what you're told and you'll find that things have a different look to them."
"They couldn't have a different look to them," Tracy sobbed.
"But they will," Louse assured her. "Just do what you're told and you'll find that you'll start liking it here."
"I could never like it here," Tracy said. "I hate it. I hate what they've done to me. I hate my sister for bringing Joe Douglas into my life."
Louise bent her head and gave her a kiss on the check. Tracy turned her head quickly and caught the smell of Louise's perfume, a pleasing smell.
"Oh, Louise," Tracy moaned.
She found herself being kissed by Louise. It wasn't the kind of demanding kiss that Sonia had given her. It was a gentle, caressing kiss that caused her to respond hotly.
"No," Louise said, pushing her away. "There's time enough for that. Right now he expects you."
"I won't go to him," Tracy said. "I want to stay here with you."
"You have to go," Louise said.
Louise left her and Tracy took control of her senses. She pulled her robe closer about her and walked out into the hall. Again she walked to the room at the end of the hall and knocked on the door.
"Come in, Tracy," Joe said.
Nothing bad changed. It didn't seem like most of the night had passed. He was still on the bed and reading a. book. He still had on his dressing gown.
"Did you enjoy your trip?" he asked.
She wanted to charge him and scratch his eyes out. She wanted to hurt him. But she found she couldn't move. Her spirit was gone and her body was weak. She just wanted to get her ordeal over with and get out of that place.
"Come here," be demanded.
She drew closer and he put his hand on her thigh. He massaged her through the gown she wore. There was something exciting about the way his hands rubbed the soft fabric against her skin.
His band went up her body in a slow, loving caress. His fingers lingered at her titties. He rubbed her nipples 'gently. He brought them to a hard sensitivity.
He took his hands away.
"Now take your clothes off," be said.
She obeyed him. She undid the zipper at the top of her gown and peeled the robe off her shoulders. She was naked except for her panties. She started to pull them down and he stopped her.
"No," he said. "Leave the panties on. Now get into bed with me."
She got into the bed and pressed herself against him. He didn't seem to be excited about the closeness of her body. He seemed very calm as his hands started to explore her. She winced a couple of times as his hands pressed against sore places, but be didn't cause her much pain.
"You have a flawless body," he said. "Your tits are much more firm than Maggie's. You must do exercises."
"Yes," she said.
"Good," he said. "I like a woman who takes care of her body. Did my men treat you very roughly?"
She looked into his face and saw that he was silently laughing at her. He would know exactly how they had treated her. He would probably have gotten a blow-by-blow description of everything.
She wanted to scream at him, to curse and call him names. Again she wanted to go for those smiling eyes and scratch him until the blood came. Again her arms felt like lead weights and she couldn't make herself move them.
"Yes," she said. "They treated me very roughly."
"And have you learned your lesson?" he asked.
"Yes sir," she said.
She could tell he was pleased at her answer. She didn't know why she'd called him sir except that she was growing more and more afraid of him. He had so much power over her that she could feel herself trembling.
"Have you ever sucked a man's cock?" he asked.
She remembered downstairs. She remembered how disgusting it bad been to touch her lips to Brad's cock. She remembered the strong aroma of him, the masculine smell.
"No," she said.
"Would you like to suck mine?"
She wanted to tell him no. Instead she found herself nodding her head and he was pushing her head down his body. There was a part in his robe and she saw his limp cock. She pressed her lips to it and felt his cock stir.
Again that feeling of revulsion came over her. She didn't like touching her lips to his cock any more than she'd liked kissing Brad's.
"Open your mouth," he said. "Take my cock into your mouth."
She closed her eyes and swallowed her pride. She opened her mouth and took in the end of his cock. She remembered, bow Louise had let her head go up and down on his stiff rod.
That was what she had to do. She knew the only escape would be to give him what he wanted. She opened her lips even wider and went down on his cock all the way to his balls.
It wasn't as bad as she expected. She found that she could hold him in her mouth and use her tongue at the same time. She licked and caressed him with her tongue and she could feel him growing more excited.
"Good," he moaned. "Good!"
She remembered how Louise had fondled his balls with her hand and so she reached up and touched his heavy sac. She caressed his balk with her fingers.
"Go up and down on my cock," he said. "Move your head up and down."
She was aware that he was moving his hips and she knew he was getting near his climax. It frightened her for she didn't know if she could take his hot aim in her mouth. She didn't seem to have any choice. His hands were in her hair and he was puffing her up and down on his stiff cock.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "That's it, sweet girl' Do me good! Ahhh stilt, you're the best cocksucker ever! Ahhhhh shit, do me good!"
She felt the first drop of his salty jism against her tongue. She wanted to draw her head back but he wouldn't allow her any freedom. He took her bead and crammed her down hard on his cock.
"Here I come!" he yelled. "Oh fuck, here I come! Oh fucking shittttt!"
He exploded into her mouth With great gobs of his cream. She choked on it and some of the cum came out the corners of her mouth. But still he had her head in an unmovable position and she was forced to swallow to keep from gagging.
She swallowed each spurt of his salty jism and kept swallowing until he fell back against the bed, completely exhausted. She licked the white sperm from the head of his prick as she knew he wanted her to do.
He patted the back of her hair and then directed her to lick the rest of his cock. She cleaned him with her tongue like a cat cleaning its fur.
"Good job," he said.
He pulled at her head and she came up to kiss his lips. He kissed her for a few minutes and then be turned her over. He pulled her close to him and she could feel his limp cock still dripping wet in the crevice of her buttocks.
His hands came around her waist and caressed her titties.
"You did a good job," he said. "Now I'm going to reward you."
He continued to fondle her nipples until she felt them growing sensitive. He kissed the back of her neck and pulled her ass closer to him. He spread her legs apart and placed his limp cock between her thighs.
She could feel him growing between her thighs. Growing big and hard again. She had thought that she would have been too sore to have sex for a month, but now she could feel her juices boiling up.
She started rubbing her ass against him.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
He spread her legs and held his cock as be guided it up into her pussy. She was still sore but his cock's lubricating juices and her own juices soon bad her wet enough not to feel it.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's it. Fuck me! Fuck me good"
He started moving his cock in and out of her pussy. She could feel his balls as they touched her and this excited her even more. It was a comfortable position where neither of them bad to move overly much and she found herself really enjoying it.
"Ummmm" she moaned. "I can't stand this. I'll have to come. I can't wait."
"Go ahead, baby," he said. "Let it all bang out. Do what you want."
His words encouraged her to move faster against him. Her tin became swollen under his fingers, her nipples rock hard and aching.
"Oh Jesussssss," she moaned. "This is nice! I'm going to come!
I'm going to come!"
"Come on," he encouraged. "Fuck my. cock off. Fuck it off!"
She really was attempting to flick his cock off. She found this the most exciting sex she'd ever had.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm comingggg! Oh Jesus fuck, I'm commming! He came with her, his hot cock spurting into her cunt as she flooded him with her hot juices. They kept fucking until they were both drained.
"Oh God," she moaned as he fell away from her. "That was fine."
She realized that Louise had been right. It was fine. The finest fuck. she'd ever had. She turned over quickly and pressed herself against him. She felt like she was owned by him and she realized she liked the feeling.
She wanted to be owned by him. All her fight was gone. She was his to do with as he pleased.
She had to serve breakfast the next morning. Brad awakened her at six by pounding on the door. It seemed like she hadn't gotten any sleep at all the night before. After Joe had finished with her he bad sent her back to her room. She couldn't have slept more than two hours before the morning came.
"Go away," she said.
"Come on," Brad said, pushing open the door. "Mr. Douglas wants you downstairs by six-thirty. It's time for breakfast and be has some guests."
She didn't protest any longer. She forced herself to get up and she took a hot shower. She dressed in panties and bra and a skirt and blouse that bad been placed in the bathroom for her.
Mr. Douglas, if he were the one who picked out the clothes, had very fine taste. Everything he had told her to wear was very expensive and yet simple.
The color and sizes were perfect.