Chapter 6
Cindy had buttoned up the faded plaid flannel shirt had slipped one foot into a clown-sized sock, sitting -on Jack's bed with the sunlight playing over her blue black curls, wondering if the South park entrance was in the direction of Moose. Might they know Jed's whereabouts? Like eggs from the yolk, her mind separated possibility from plausibility. To see for herself that Jed was...
"Huhnnn!" She bolted from the bed a screech dying in her throat.
"Well, Cindy, glad to see you got a good night's sleep." Like some ghoulish apparition Zelda materialized from nowhere, standing in an olive drab velveteen day dress, the dusty hem grazing her slender tanned ankles. "Really, I thought you had better taste than dirty old cowpokes with manure on their boots," she said flatly. "Didn't think I'd see the afghan, did you?"
The hiker froze in mid-motion as Zelda dragged the bull whip from a two penny nail next to Jack's dresser and turned it in her hands with child-like curiosity, cocking one eyebrow at her escapee.
Cindy gulped, feeling a warm power engulf her. Strangely, the clothes separating her naked vulnerability from Zelda created a protective shell around her, sealing out Zelda's allure.
"No ... leave me alone ... I'm going into Moose and you can't stop me. I want to find Jed and go back to Chicago. I've had enough of your medieval torture!" Her wide eyes narrowed rebelliously.
Zelda's sultry lips curled in a mocking smirk and she snaked the whip in the air, the tip catching last year's calendar nailed on the wall, scissoring it in two. "Hmmm ... quite a toy, wouldn't you say, Cindy? Who needs ropes?"
Cold rivulets of melted ice dribbled from the ice bag and trickled down Jed's stiffened leg. Morose with self--loathing and a gnawing fear of uselessness, sat on the ranger's army cot listening as Joe Barnes talked with the ranger at the head station.
"Not yet, huh?"
Jed raised his head from his cupped hands, his face tight with fear.
"... Not likely." Joe scribbled on a note pad as he talked, receiver trapped between shoulder and ear, oc-casionally raising his head to acknowledge the shuffle--footed impatience of a park visitor's inquiry. "Um, hum ... ten should do it..." He hung up.
Joe Barnes' pale blue eyes and Jed's sunken brown ones sparred for a moment, and then Joe pooched out his lips concentratively and ripped the sheet from the pad, folded it up and stuck it in his shirt pocket.
"No sign of her, kid. Park entrances have been checking for the past twelve hours. Head station has organized a search party. If she's in the park we'll find her. Sometimes lost hikers wander down into the foothills to the ranches below. Let's hope that's the case." He scratched his head.
"They gotta find her! They have to!"
"I don't know what you did with that dirty cowpoke, but you're taking a bath before I let my husband touch you!" barked Zelda, turning on the hot water faucet in the old fashioned lion-claw tub and splashing in handful of bubble bath. The room, lined with mirrors, reflected Cindy's shivering ripe nakedness from every angle. "Go ahead and use the facilities, darling, but I can't leave you alone, you know. It might occur to you to play with yourself, and that would spoil the fun I've got planned for today," said Zelda with a coarse chuckle.
Cindy hung her flushed face, as humiliated by Zelda's casual stare as she sat on the toilet seat as she was by the shameful knowledge that the cunning blonde had read her thoughts. The captive girl swal-lowed dryly, the roiling sting in her genitals throb-bing plaintively from where Zelda had held the vibrator to her swollen cuntal lips, lifting it only when her victim spasmed in pre-orgasmic agony.
Zelda had not taken kindly to her captive's escape, not only because it tainted her impeccable record, but because she had to start over from point zero, and though a vibrator did the trick nicely, it left her house guests in dubious awe of her powers. Little by little, this brunette wheedled away her potency, and Zelda didn't like that one bit.
"Even a war prisoner has more privacy than I do!" flared Cindy angrily, humiliated at being watched in this private moment.
"But you're having more fun," laughed Zelda. "My, but your breasts are big when you stand up! Did that dirty old cowboy take your cherry, lover? That's what I want to know."
"No..." spat Cindy. "I'm not an animal who has to have sex," she flung her rich curls free of her face with an angry toss of the head. She started to pass Zelda to-ward the tub when the lushly curved blonde suddenly slid her hands around Cindy's small waist from behind and held her in a tight passionate embrace. The virgin trembled wildly, the hellish tickle between her thighs scalding now as Zelda's full breasts mashed into her naked back, the blonde's pussy hairs grinding obscene-ly against Cindy's tender ass cheeks.
"Don't!" whispered Cindy, feeling desire soar as warm wet kisses smothered her neck and fingers crept down over her softly trembling belly down to her young pussy.
"I'd love to finger fuck you right now," murmured Zelda in a bewitching voice that sent shivers up Cindy's spine. "And you'd love that, too, wouldn't you?"
More cruel teasing! thought Cindy as tears stung her eyes and the memory of Jed faded like dying sun-light from her mind. Even the faintest hope of relief now triggered a sharp hot seeping in her virginal cunt flesh, and her blood sang feverishly in her ears. The ef-fects of the vibrator had been nothing short of catastrophic and the need for release ballooned disastrously.
Yes, yess, oh Zelda, I can't stand it!" Now that she naked again, her defenses were torn from her. "I'll go crazy if ... if you don't ... finger fuck me!"
"And what will I get in return?" asked Zelda in a lust thickened voice, tracing a wet, lewd circle on the nape of Cindy's slender neck with her fiery tongue to make the helplessly aroused girl shudder in her arms.
"Anything! Anything!" whispered Cindy with dire urgency, her pupils dilated, and her cheeks burning. "I'll kiss you anywhere you want, do anything you ask, but for godssakes, make me cum.' The taste of freedom bitter on her lips, she succumbed to wretched fate like a French rebel facing the guillotine-anxious to have done with it.
"Oh, ho! Our cherry is begging!" Zelda fell into a fit of laughter and ground her swollen pubic mound against Cindy's squirming ass cheeks. "I'd love to make you cum, darling, but then I would be cheating on my husband." Zelda's hot tongue shot out to make wet jabs into Cindy's ears. "Would you like me to suck your cunt right here in the bathroom until you cum? Nobody has to know, darling," taunted Zelda.
Cindy moaned unabashedly, unable to control the sizzling lust generated by Zelda's soft pubic curls grinding against her tender ass cheeks as she stroked the swollen nub of Cindy's clitoris.
"Yes, eat me," whimpered Cindy, speaking before thinking, feeling her sanity fading beneath Zelda's endless torment.
The five of them sat at the sun drenched kitchen table eating bacon and eggs and coffee laced with brandy for breakfast. The incongruous domestic scene and the incessant thumping in her genitals robbed Cindy of her appetite and coyly she glanced out the window waiting for the cowboy to gallop back to the corral and ... And do what? Turn a gun on his employers? No, all was lost now.
"Eat," snapped Paul, stabbing at a sliver of bacon.
"No ..."
Paul and Zelda exchanged raised eyebrow glances while the Greenleys, silent for their own reasons, chomped reticently.
"I'll go to the police and tell them everything!" blurted Cindy.
"But you won't," grinned Zelda, pushing aside her plate, her tongue leaping out to lick at a shred of tobac-co on her lower lip as she smoked, making the gesture seem a lewd invitation. "You forget who you're up against, baby. And we're not done with you yet." She followed Cindy's desperate glance out the kitchen window. "Forget the cowboy."
Zelda scraped back her chair, her proud breasts and generously rounded hips cutting a perfect hour-glass beneath her robe. "Come on, darling. It's back to the rack for you."
Cindy blinked, fear and dismay at her companions again. Should she beg and crawl for her freedom now? Should she fight to the point of numbing exhaustion ... or surrender?
Zelda's gimlet eyes were daggers. "If you don't come willingly, we'll tie you face down on the rug and that cute little ass will make a nice dart board."
Chills of terror stalked Cindy's spine and following Zelda, she stripped off the towel she wore and with crushing resignation lay down on the all too familiar spot on the fur rug, her arms and legs stretched out, pride crucified. The ropes gouged into her still tender ankles and wrists, but the brunette captive couldn't deny a faint thrill of anticipation, a forbidden rush of lewd pleasure at her own masochistic vulnerability. She no longer was responsible for her own fate; this movie would end when the Comstocks had their fill. Cindy the pawn...
Cindy blinked. Paul loomed over her, his stud-horse cock stiffening as he stared down at the virgin's defenseless little cunt. What a way to lose my virginity, thought Cindy dully. Brunch ... cherry cocktail for the rich. Her eyes burned into his with scorching hatred. Come on ... take me and get this over with, she wanted to say. Fuck me, screw me, eat me ... just make me cum and I'll throw in my cards and you and Zelda win this hand.
Paul Comstock's acute intelligence seemed to have picked up on his captive's thought forms, for his penis jerked stiffly, throbbing massively from the wiry patch of his loins. The blunt ballooning head shone a dull red as it bloated before Cindy's hungry eyes, his testicles swelling, gushing with pent-up semen.
Come on... do it ... let me have it! Nothing mat-tered to Cindy, not the fact that Jack was at that mo-ment galloping back over the pastures ready to make his last mark on society by rescuing the pathetic hiker from the lecherous Comstock's grasp, nor that Ranger in jeeps and on foot were at that second scour-ing the hills to find her. Everything else was speculation, but the pearl of pre-cum oozing from Paul Comstock's steel-hard erection was real ... and her bee-stung pussy lips, throbbing, aching were real.
The living room was full of people suddenly. The Greenleys glaring down at her naked spread eagled body, Sonia's inane giggle and Guy's indecisive curiosity.
"Poor thing looks like she could use a rub down. Suppose Sonia and I get her ready." suggested Zelda, shivering with lust.
"No," Paul was adamant. "She's ready and so am I."
"Just a quickie," insisted Zelda firmly, moving in be-tween Paul and Cindy. "She'll be hotter than hell when we get through with her."
For a second it looked as if Paul might rebuke his wife. Long and hard he glared at her, and then gestured curtly with his head and the couple moved out of Cindy's earshot, settling their disputes privately. The rope tied brunette gasped with the thought of more teasing, and her plump young breasts rose and fell anxiously awaiting the results of consultation. Bartered over like a garage sale bric-a-brac, Cindy savored these last moments of virginity, ever con-scious of Guy Greenley staring down at her with a glint in his eye.
"Ten more minutes, Paul," hissed Zelda, clutching her husband's shoulders. Her eyes gleamed with a mad light as she talked. "Ten more minutes and she'll be our plaything, darling ... just our toy forever!"
Paul crooked an admiring grin at his statuesquely naked wife. Utter genius, that woman, telepathic on top of it. "She's ready to break any second," bragged Zelda. "And then you'll have your precious menage a trois, darling." Paul glanced down at the restlessly squirming girl and his blood swollen cock jerked to life eagerly.
"Okay," he sighed. "But hurry up ... this is one time I'm not sure I can hold off."
Sonia eyes the Comstocks with piqued curiosity, her nipples puckering at the thought of going down on the delicious virgin one more time. Beside her Guy stood grimly devouring the frazzled activity about him, the insecurity of being left out of this ravishment eating away at his ego. He detested his wife for her cruel con-tempt for other women ... her jealousy. Her too anx-ious giggles rattled in his ears as the two women knelt beside Cindy's strapped down body, Zelda as always, at the head of the pack.
Cindy shuddered with fear and crushed hopes. God only knew how much more of Zelda's insufferable taunting she could endure. Licking her lips, Cindy gazed up at Paul's tree trunk hardness with a final, desperate glance before shutting her eyes and tensing her body for the first devilish tickle, the first damnably teasing tongue jab.
"Back to the hind door, Sonia. You take her from waist down and I'll take the yummy upper half. And hands off her cunt . . . that's for Paul."
Cindy's ritual of anguish began round three as Zelda straddled her talcum powdered belly and began rub-bing perfumed oil on Cindy's melonous breasts, her stroking fingers kneading the nipple buds. Below, Sonia's curious fingers massaged the oil onto each of Cindy's strapped down thighs, coming within a hair of the moaning virgin's cuntal lips.
"God, she's a sexy thing," murmured Zelda, pre-paring her virgin for the pyre as she lavished the warm oil under Cindy's armpits and down along her rib-boned ribcage.
Cindy stiffened and gasped as Zelda reached around behind her to gently squeeze Cindy's throbbing hot pussy mound. Her flesh was crying with unbearable need, a million pin pricks torturing her body, and as her two naked tormentors fondled and stroked her burning flesh, probing their fingers into the satiny cleft of Cindy's ass cheeks, covering the entire upper half of her twitching body with a glossy coat of oil, fondling, caressing, stroking, taunting every scalding inch of her flesh ... Cindy saw stars.
The maddening tension shattered in a deep, agonized groan that wasn't quite human. As they worked the oil into forbidden places, Cindy arched her quivering body in a high curve off the rug. Like fis-sured earth, she was slowing breaking apart and the shattering earthquake of lust bubbled beneath, ready to spurt out its boiling steam. "Do it," sobbed Cindy, frantically thrashing her head, wrenching violently at the ropes. Her soft hips jerked deliriously and her glazed eyes stared at Paul Comstock's cyclopic penile eye oozing with tears of pre-cum.
"Please, do it! Oh Gawd! I'll crawl; I'll beg ... I've got to cum! Again, her mother's mangled leg loomed in her mind's eye, but "Fuck me!" wailed the captive tragically, and suddenly a bomb seemed to explode in Cindy's mind, shattering her mother's leg into a red hash of blood and flesh. Fear shed from her lust sizzl-ing mind like meat from a bone.
A sudden hush fell over the cabin and the foursome stared at her with puzzled looks. Her oil glistening curves twisted and spasmed in hysterical contortions and even Paul Comstock couldn't stifle a groan of passion.
Zelda stood up haughtily, towering like a bronzed, golden-haired goddess of victory, her taut breasts swelling in feverish pride.
"You see," she said evenly. "I knew she would beg."
"Untie her," Paul said with ripe urgency. "I almost went crazy myself waiting for her to give in."
The blazing knot of hunger in Cindy's boiling loins coiled tight as bedsprings in her breathless impatience as Sonia and Zelda freed her from the ropes. Yes, she had begged, given in to their diabolical tauntings and the thought of sex didn't scare her any more. She had given in ... this time. To die of frustration or swallow her pride ... For too long she'd hovered indecisively on that fork of the road and now it was time to let her galloping libido take off and explore the unknown territory of sex. What else could she do?
To have a long, thick violently throbbing penis saw-ing hotly in the very pit of her seething young belly was the sum total of Cindy's reality. Self pity and Mama's engrained fears, was beyond her ken.
It never occurred to the tormented virgin that there might be another penalty for her surrender.