Chapter 2
When she awoke the first thing she became aware of was that her wrists Were tightly tied behind her back, her feet were bound with the same rough rope at the ankles, and a handkerchief gagged her mouth.
But how had he done this to her without waking her up, Lily wondered. And then she moved her jaw and felt a painful soreness and a horrible memory returned. She had awakened once after the rape, when she felt the rope binding her arms. She had kicked Billy Slade hard in the crotch, and after he had recovered, he had socked her hard in the jaw, hard enough to knock her out cold.
She looked around the room now and saw that she was alone. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision and for a moment she sank unpleasantly into self-pity. Her life, she thought to herself, had always been quietly unhappy. A kind of unrelieved grey. The early pain of being an unwanted child had over the years dulled. She had expected little pleasure out of life, but had finally run away from home not with the hope of finding happiness, but merely because it no longer seemed possible to live with her mother who shunned and hated her. When she had been a child, her mother had hit her often and brutally, but as she grew up and her mother amused herself with a string of boyfriends, she kept out of her mother's way. For the last few years their relationship had been one of mute unpleasantness.
Sometimes she had thought it was worse when her mother never talked to her. At least, in her early years when her mother had hit her, there had seemed to be a strong, if painful, connection between them. But recently Lily Wharton had felt connected to nothing, a nobody.
And now, in a perverse kind of way, she knew she was important to Billy Slade. As she looked around the room her eyes stopped for long moments to examine a shirt he had thrown over a chair, a pair of his shoes neatly placed beside the old wooden dresser. And as she looked at them she felt a strong connection, almost a tenderness towards the belongings he had used.
And at the same time she hated him, hated him with a passion that made tears well up still more in her eyes, a passionate anger that made her struggle futilely with the ropes that bound her wrists. She made guttural sounds from her throat through the gag, but she knew no one could hear. And worse, in a place like this, probably no one would care.
But, curiously, she felt a sharp sense of aliveness in her struggle that she hadn't known since childhood. Spending her days in a fog of loneliness had dulled her sense of life. But now she could feel- humiliation, anger, hatred-but they were real feelings, strong feelings.
And then a pang of terror shot through her heart. He was a desperate man and he had used a knife to force her into submission. Suddenly she was aware of the possibility that her life was in danger and she chilled at the thought. Life had not been much for Lily Wharton yet she did not want to die. And she realized with some astonishment that deep in her heart for all these years had lived the quiet hope that someday things would get better, that some day someone would care about her, treat her tenderly, share with her what had been her lonely joy at the arrival of spring, or her childlike delight at the first large snowflakes that would fall in winter. These had been the few small happinesses in her life, and she had barely been aware of their importance to her until this moment when she realized her very life might be in danger.
She knew now that she could not just lie tied up on this bed wallowing in fear and self-pity. She had to try to save herself, had to make an effort to escape. She looked around the room, hoping to find something that would cut the ropes. At first she looked for something sharp, a knife or a scissors. But there was nothing on the surface of the dresser but a bottle of after shave lotion and an old hairbrush.
And then she had an idea. The bottle!
She slid off the bed and tried to stand though her legs were tied at the ankles. And in her attempt, she fell. But now she was determined. Slithering on her side, she reached the dresser. Then she tried to pull herself up to a standing position, but without the use of her arms it was impossible. So she sat up, pressing her back against the side of the dresser and she began to shake it. She heard the bottle of shaving lotion fall and hope stirred in her heart. She rocked still more furiously against the dresser, and she could hear the bottle sliding on the surface. Then, she slammed back really hard and the bottle fell to the floor with a crash, spattering the contents all over, leaving a horrible sweet smell hanging heavy in the room.
One sharp shard of glass lay now only a foot from her. She slithered over to it then turned her body around. She was frightened, reaching blindly for the broken glass, frightened to cut herself. And then she felt the cool surface touch her finger. She picked it up between her thumb and forefinger, then turned it upward so that it rubbed against the rope. Then she scraped the rope, sawing back and forth. She cut her finger on the edge but she didn't care. She could feel the rope beginning to fray. Accidentally she felt the glass knick her wrist But she went on. And then finally she felt the frayed rope give and her hands were free!
She felt her heart jump with joy. Her wrists were all bloodied and there were deep red burn marks from the rope but she didn't care. She had a chance now. She would escape. She would go to the police and have Billy Slade arrested. And then- But she didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about walking the cold streets of New York to find a job, of being homeless in the big, cruel city.
She took the gag from her mouth and bent to release her legs when, suddenly, the door flew open. Charlene stood looking down at her, a cruel, lip-sticked grin across her face.
"My, my, my ..." she said in her gravelly, alcoholic voice,. .our little prisoner is making an escape."
Lily looked up, surprised to see the-woman, bitter that her hopes had so suddenly been dashed. And then a strange kind of confidence overtook her. Despite Charlene's presence she bent to untie her legs.
Charlene walked over to her and grabbed her hands by the wrist. Lily was surprised at the strength in the other woman's grasp.
"Let me do it for you," she said, but the nastiness was thick in her voice. Lily didn't understand. She hesitated, and watched the heavyset blonde untie her leg bindings.
Then Lily stood up, making her way slowly to the door, not knowing what Charlene was going to do.
"Goin' somewhere, skinny?"
Lily felt the doorknob in her palm. She turned it and pulled it open. Charlene held her eyes for a moment, then Lily turned and bolted down the hallway.
And she ran smack into the largest, fattest human being she had ever seen. She almost bounced off of his belly, then tried to run past him down the hallway. But he grabbed her by the wrist and held her pinned like a caught cat. Charlene stood now in the doorway, her mocking laugh echoing through the hallway.
A thin old man opened his door and peered out. Then, understanding it was none of his business, he quietly closed the door again.
"Help! Someone help!" Lily cried out. But a huge hand clamped over her mouth. It was so big it covered her nostrils too and she began to gasp for breath.
"Hey, Fat Freddie ... she can't breathe!" Charlene called out.
"Oh!" said the huge man dully, and pulled his hand away. Then he looked at Lily. She could see his eyes were like the eyes of a twelve-year old or a pet dog. "I'm sorry," he said. "But if you make noise you'll get us in trouble."
"Bring her back here!" said Charlene. "I know just how to keep her quiet."
But Lily screamed again. Fat Freddy put his hand over her mouth again. "I tol' you not to do dat," he said. Then he shoved her into the room and Charlene shut the door.
Lily, on her knees on the bare boards of the floor looked up at these two grotesque creatures with stark fear in her eyes.
"Fat Freddie don't know his own strength," Charlene laughed raucously. "You better be a good girl, or you might get hurt." These last words were said with a menace that chilled her bones.
Fat Freddie was staring at her ... she could see now that he was an idiot, sub-human in intelligence. But there was a puzzled softness in his eyes, and Lily sensed that he was not cruel. Loyal perhaps to Charlene and probably Billy Slade, but not evil.
"Why," asked Lily, "why have you brought me here? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Maybe we're kidnappers," said Charlene.
"But... but I've got no money. My mother is a waitress ... and I never ..."
Charlene's noisy laugh interrupted her.
"I said 'maybe' we're kidnappers. Let's say that money ain't the only thing a person might want from you."
"Just let me go... please ... I won't tell anyone ...I won't..."
"Tell anyone!" Charlene's bright red lips spread in a cruel grin across her face. "What could you tell. That some guy screwed you... honey, that ain't exactly a crime ... Mind you, the way some guys screw it is..."
"And... and tying me up and not letting me go!"
Charlene pulled a pack of cigarettes from her shabby black purse and lit one. Then her mean shrewd eyes looked back at Lily.
"Some girls like that now ... what's to tell the cops, huh? They'll just think you're some kinky broad. Y' know what I mean, sister?" And then that laugh again, a horrible laugh like a carnival fun house.
But that's what they were, carnival people. Fat Freddie the Fat Man, as big as two people. Now she remembered she had seen the painted poster outside the freak show booth.
"Then what do you want with me?"
"Sit down," Charlene said. "Let me explain the facts of life to you ... See, Fat Freddie and me, we ain't exactly gorgeous, ya know what I mean. And me and Freddie got more than that in common. Me and Freddie both like sex, don't we, honey? But see, movie stars, we ain't. Ya think any girl in her right mind would go home with Freddie .., ? And me, I think Billy Slade is kinda cute. He's got a crazy head, ya know, a crazy temper, but I dig him. But Slade, he likes pretty young chicks and they like him. You liked him, didn't ya? So he can score ..."
"But... why .. what... I..."
"Well, honey. See Billy's a friend, he's our good friend, ain't he, Freddie."
"Yeah," said Freddie, "Billy Slade's my best friend."
"And Billy takes care of his friends ... He finds us nice delicious young chicks ... ya dig it now?"
Lily looked at Fat Freddie and got a shock. The big fat man was standing there rubbing his big hand against the crotch of his enormous pants ... just like that... not even caring that other people were around. He was just standing there, rubbing his cock, a dreamy look on his face, spittle running down his chin.
"You're pretty," he said. "You're very pretty... I like you."
Oh God! thought Lily. This is a nightmare. This can't be happening. This can't be real!
Lily's eyes were wide with horror as she saw the huge bulge in the fat man's pants, a bulge big enough to protrude even beneath the layers of his fat belly.
"Freddie wants you to eat his cock, dontcha Freddie."
The fat man rolled his eyes up. "Oh, yeah ... eat my cock ... oooohhhh, please, eat my cock."
"Unzip your pants, Freddie," Charlene told him, like a mother telling her son to put on his galoshes.
Fat Freddie smiled. Then, with the air of an obedient child, he opened his zipper and dropped his pants to the floor. Lily wanted to retch from disgust when she saw his enormous fat white body, the layers and layers of his belly hanging one over the other. And then her eyes traveled down and she saw his cock. It was so big in its erect state that it shot out even beyond the layers of fat, huge and purple and hideous.
"Oh God, no!" she gasped.
"Oh, eat my cock, pretty girl." He was half-speaking, half-groaning as he lumbered toward the bed. Lily just watched him, horrorstricken. He sat down on the bed which looked like it could barely carry his great weight, and then he lay down on his back. The layers of his fat settled around his sides and his cock now stood straight up in the air.
Lily had been terrified by Billy Slade's immense organ, but this was something else. He was as big as a horse! His cock was at least a foot long and perhaps two inches in diameter.
"Fat Freddie's got a nice cock, don't he?" grinned Charlene. "Think you can get it into that prissy little mouth of yours."
Lily looked pleadingly at the other woman. "Please please, let me go." Tears streamed down her face and she felt hopeless despair. "Please let me go." An hysterical wave of tears overtook her.
Charlene slapped her face hard. "Shut up. Lookit poor Freddie playing with himself. Go help the man."
"Please!"
And then, in a flash, Charlene had pulled a small hand gun from the top drawer of the dresser. "Don't give me no trouble, ya hear ... ?"
Terror-stricken, Lily walked towards the bed-She almost feared she would faint, hoped she would faint-her only escape from the horror of this living nightmare-but she didn't. .
Then she stared at Freddie's huge erection and froze. She knew what they wanted her to do, but she couldn't.
"Suck it!" said Charlene. She moved towards her and dug the gun in her back. "Suck it now ... Freddie ain't got off for a while... since that other little cunt run off."
Lily felt the cold metal of the gun in her back. Slowly, she lowered her head toward the huge purple cockhead. Tentatively, she opened her lips. Then suddenly, Freddie shoved his hips upward and her mouth was filled with hot hard cock flesh.
She choked and gagged as he shoved his huge erection part way into her mouth. Oh God! She'd never get the whole thing into her! It was enormous! She would suffocate! He would kill her!
Fat Freddie pressed his cock still deeper into the soft warm cavern of her mouth, stretching her lips painfully. Then she felt the spongy tip hit the back of her throat and she choked. She could hardly breathe. Oh God! It was awful! But Freddie was conscious now only of his lust. His hands reached out to the back of her head and he pressed her head down harder on him.
"Ya better relax your throat, baby," Charlene said. "Or Freddie's gonna kill you."
It was not easy, but somehow Lily managed to take Charlene's advice.
"Now suck him," said Charlene. And she rammed the gun still harder into Lily's back."
Lily tightened her lips around the pulsating girth of his cock and she could taste the first pungent drops of his seething sperm as it bubbled out of the tiny slit at the tip of his cock.
Then the big man groaned. He sounded like a wounded elephant, but it was his pleasure he was expressing. "Ooooohhhh, lick it too, lick it too," he said.
Lily felt the gun in her back. She had never done anything like this before, never even imagined it. But now, instinctively, she knew what to do. Lightly she licked the underside of his immense cock with her tongue.
"Oooooommmmm pppphhhh!" He groaned again with obscene pleasure. He shoved his cock still deeper into her mouth. She choked at first and couldn't breathe, but she followed Charlene's advice and tried to relax her throat. It worked.
Lily's mouth was stuffed with Fat Freddie's cock, but he still hadn't gotten it all the way in. Her face was red with shame, but, for fear of her life, she didn't dare stop what she was doing. Her movements were still tentative though as she wriggled her tongue around the obscenely swollen shaft of the fat man.
Her mouth was stretched painfully but she did not dare stop licking him.
"Bob your head up and down, baby," Charlene ordered. "Fat Freddie don't move so good."
Obediently, she began to bob her head up and down over the massively stiff shaft of the fat man. And at first she thought she would be nauseous from disgust at what she was doing.
"Oooohhh, good," Charlene said from behind her.
Lily was aware that the woman was squirming h ass cheeks around on the bed behind her. "Co hhhh, my own little pussy is getting all hot and w just watching!"
And then that awful thing started happening Lily again. Despite her horror, despite the incredibly ugliness of this pale white fat flesh she was near, the obscenely hard erect penis in her mouth was making her body feel that way again, that same way she had begun to feel when Billy Slade had raped her.
Oh God! Her face was red with shame at what was happening to her, but her whole body felt hot. She tried with her mind to still the strange fires growing in her belly but she couldn't. An obscene thrill stirred in her loins and despite herself she was beginning to enjoy the taste of his lust-bloated penis crammed so horribly in her painfully stretched mouth. She could taste the seminal fluid that oozed from the tip of his cock, and somehow it made her belly churn with still greater passion. She bobbed her head still faster up and down over the length of his huge cock until she could feel his flaccid white belly flesh against her face-but even that didn't cool her own unwanted lust.
Lily could hardly breathe and she gagged involuntarily in an attempt to take more of him into her mouth. It was dreadfully unpleasant, yet at the same time her body began writhing like a snake as she sucked his enormous cock like it was a gigantic lollipop. The feelings of her own body began to frighten her and for a moment she stopped.
Fat Freddie let out a huge groan and Charlene jabbed her back hard with the barrel of the pistol.
"Suck!" she ordered.
So Lily continued sucking and licking at the fat man's enormous cock, taking as much of its huge girth into her mouth as she could, taking it deep into her hotly sucking mouth till she nearly choked. Over and over again she had to gag as the huge purple head lodged in her throat and cut off the air. And each time she slid her mouth up on his thick cock, she caught a glimpse of his huge white folds of fat and felt sick to her stomach. And Freddie was grinning with a kind of idiotic pleasure as the young captive's lips slaved hungrily around his enormous member, sucking and licking the huge shaft, and driving him nearly mad with lust.
There was saliva dripping from the corners of Lily's mouth now, and moving his gigantic hips upward as best he could, he pumped his cock still deeper into her gagging mouth.
At first she groaned from disgust and discomfort as the thrusting thickness invaded the moist cavern of her soft mouth. Yet automatically she realized she was sucking and licking more avidly as if what she really wanted was to draw the hot seething sperm from the huge sacs of his testicles. And then he thrust his massive cock still deeper into her mouth almost to the hilt and Lily was afraid she would strangle. And then she felt the pulsing in his huge member grow stronger and instinctively she knew he was about to cum.
Now she was terrified that, the hot semen shooting into her mouth would really choke her, and, fearing for her life, she suddenly pulled her head away from his cock. With a groan he pushed her head back down on his cock and then suddenly he was cumming.
Fat Freddie's sperm spurted like an erupting volcano, flooding her mouth with hot sticky semen. Gush after hot gush of his sperm filled her mouth to the brim and Lily had no choice but to swallow voraciously. Again and again the salty white hot semen exploded into the warm hollow cavern of her mouth so that she thought he would never stop. But gradually, his orgasm subsided and his deflating organ slipped from her mouth.
The whole experience made Lily feel crazy, unhinged, and hysterical tears began to flow.
"Oh God, Oh God!" she cried through her sobs.
"Aw, shut up!" ordered Charlene. But it did no good.
Lily was crying uncontrollably. "Goddamn it, shut the hell up!" Lily's eyes pleaded for help. She wanted to stop crying, but it was beyond her control. It was as if something inside of her had snapped.
Finally Charlene slapped her face hard. It silenced Lily, but it did not end her terror.