Chapter 3
"I gotta get back to the show," said Freddie. It took a great effort on his part and a little help from Charlene to sit up again on the bed, pull up his pants and then stand.
"V oughta go on a diet one of these days," said Charlene.
Fat Freddie looked sad. "But then I couldn't be a fat man anymore. And I don't know how to do anything else."
"Aw, go on," she said. "Squeeze yourself through the door and get outta here."
Freddie turned his head and looked at Lily Wharton. She was sitting dejected, shoulders hunched, on the bed.
"Goodbye, Miss," he said. "You're very pretty."
Those words had a curious effect on Lily. It made her want to cry again, but a different kind of tears. It made her feel touched. The poor fat man ... he was like a child. And no one had ever called her pretty before.
But she couldn't look up at him to say goodbye. She had seen him naked, seen the hideous white rolls of his flesh, taken his huge red penis in her mouth. And the memory revolted and shamed her.
"I think the feeling ain't mutual," Charlene commented. "You better get goin', Freddie."
"She's prettier than the last one," said Fat Freddie as he squeezed himself through the door and lumbered down the hall to the elevator.
"Whadya feeling so sorry for yourself?" asked Charlene of Lily. "Ya did a guy a favor, ya made him feel good. What are you, someone so special? Miss Pure here. Didn't you do it for your boyfriend?"
"I never had a boyfriend."
Charlene raised her eyebrow with interest. "Ohhhh ... You like women then," she grinned.
"I like women ..."
"Aha ... I never would've taken you for a dike honey..."
"A dike?" Lily thought of the little Dutch boy who saved a town from floods. "What do you mean?"
"A queer ... a lezzie ... you like women?" Unconsciously, Charlene began to rub her ample breast with one hand.
Lily still looked puzzled.
"Jesus ... you really don't understand do you?"
"N-no."
"Aw, fergit it."
"When are you going to let me go?" Lily asked. Charlene took a long, hard appraising look at the girl. Yeah, she thought, I know this one's number. "Where you gonna go, anyway?" she asked. "Home."
"Home, huh. Where's home?"
"I'm staying at the YWCA."
"Oh, Real homey, honey." She looked at her shrewdly. "Ya got a job? Ya got money?"
"I'll find one," Lily answered defensively.
"All right. So ya got no home, ya got no money, ya got no job. What's so bad about staying with us?"
Lily could not answer. She broke down into tears again. "Please. I don't want to do those disgusting things anymore."
"You can learn to love it, honey ..."
Lily was silent.
Charlene got up and walked to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a half-full pint of Scotch. She opened the cap and took a long swig.
"Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."
"I don't want to feel better. I want to go home."
"You'd rather go to the YWCA than have a drink with good old Charlene. I'm insulted." Then her voice turned menacing. "Drink, I said."
She handed Lily the bottle and the girl took a tiny tentative sip of the harsh liquor.
"Drink more," said Charlene. "Jesus, you afraid to feel good. I bet you never felt good in your whole damn life."
Lily took a longer sip of the liquor now. The taste was awful and she made a face. It burned on the way down, and then something wonderful began to happen. She began to feel warm and then relaxed.
"Good, huh? Go on. Take some more ..."
She did. It made her feel so much better. She looked at Charlene. She felt sorry for her, She must have been in her mid-forties and Lily suddenly could understand that she wore that grotesque makeup and those cheap clothes because she was clinging to her lost youth.
Lily leaned back against the headboard of the bed. She felt strange, confused. Here she was a prisoner of these horrible people, yet she was feeling better than she ever had in her life. She had never had alcohol before. Her mother drank a lot and Lily hated to see her mother drunk and sloppy and mean.
Charlene was staring at her now. She could see the slender body with those huge melon-like breasts beneath her torn and shabby clothes.
"Ya feelin' a little better?" Charlene asked, sitting beside her on the bed. A shiver of excitement ran through her body as she came near the young captive girl, and it came through as a crack in her voice.
"I feel better," Lily said. She offered a small smile.
"Good, honey. Ya better get used to us, you know. We're gonna keep you here awhile, so ya might as well enjoy."
Charlene put her hand on the girl's thigh and Lily stiffened reflexively, but she did not move away.
"Ya know," said Charlene dreamily, taking another swig on the bottle. "You remind me of me when I was a kid. I didn't always look like this, ya know ... Lots of guys thought I was real pretty." She looked off pensively. "But then they all dumped on me. Guys are shit, ya know that."
Charlene's voice was thick now with alcohol. Lily felt the big blonde squeeze her hand. It made Lily feel strange and quivery inside. And her heart was beating fast.
"We could be friends," Charlene murmured. "We could be real good friends."
Charlene passed the bottle to Lily, who took another swig. Lily was feeling oddly happy. She had never had a friend before.
She felt Charlene's hand massaging her thigh now and she stiffened.
"Don't be scared of me," cooed Charlene, strange smile on her brightly lipsticked mouth. T your friend."
Her voice was soft and smooth now. Lily closed her eyes. When she was a little girl, she had seen a mother once in the park talking softly to her little baby. Lily had always wished that someone would talk that way to her. She closed her eyes. She had a friend now.
Charlene leaned forward and covered Lily's mouth with her own.
The young captive's eyes flew open, and she recoiled in horror.
But Charlene held her firmly now by the shoulders. "Oh, please ... not you too," mumbled Lily. "I thought you said you were my friend." The alcohol, she now realized, was fogging her brain. She believed Charlene was her friend, but it was Charlene who had held a gun to her back and forced her to do that horrible thing with the fat man.
She could smell Charlene's alcoholic breath as the big woman pressed her large breasts against Lily's. Lily was trying to struggle against her, but strange tremors of pleasure were rippling through her belly.
Charlene rubbed the girl's thighs and breasts hungrily now and a tingling desire rippled through Lily's body. She struggled to pull away.
"Drink some more of this," said Charlene, forcing the bottle between her lips.
Lily was losing control. An obscene lust was gnawing at her insides and the alcohol seemed to make it hard for her to fight the feelings.
She just lay there passively as Charlene undressed her. From time to time the big blonde would murmur: "I'm your friend, honey. I'll be good to you."
Lily's mind could barely accept what was happening. She had been through two ordeals of savage lust and now she was being undressed and caressed by a woman. And her body was responding to the caress. It was as if all the fight had been taken out of her by the horrible events of the day, and she just lay there, passive and exhausted and very drunk.
Charlene stood up and undressed herself and Lily looked away.
When Charlene was naked she spoke commandingly to the girl. "Look at me... look at me," she ordered.
The breath caught in Lily's throat as she gazed up at Charlene. The big, middle-aged blonde woman had her huge breasts cupped in her hands. They were so big that they overflowed. Charlene caressed herself obscenely. Her nipples were enormous, and Charlene was pulling and pinching them.
And somehow the sight of the naked woman massaging herself made the breath catch in Lily throat. She could feel the tight grip of passion se' her loins and suddenly she was aware that she wanted to be fondled and caressed.
And while the big blonde played with her own huge breasts, she stared at Lily's body. Her gaze traveled hungrily over the young girls' smooth slender flesh with a mixture of envy and lust. Once she had been slender and beautiful too.
Then Charlene's eyes caught the hair-covered mound of her pubes and her tongue snaked out and wet her lips. Then her eyes traveled up to the young girl's slender waist and taut flat belly, then finally stopped at those enormously firm breasts.
She groaned with animalistic desire at the sight of the girl's phenomenally solid breasts.
"Don't be afraid of me," she said, sensing that Lily's panic had returned. "I ain't gonna hurt ya. Did Slade hurt ya? Men are so rough. But I won't be."
She sat beside Lily on the bed again. She circled one of her red-polished nails around the pink areola of the young girl's breasts.
Lily didn't know what to do. She knew the futility of trying to evade the woman's advances. She would just get her gun and force her to give in. But Lily was also aware that her own body was trembling. Charlene's obscene circling of her nipple was arousing her as she had never been aroused before. Her body was trembling, out of her conscious control.
When Charlene climbed on to top of her and straddled her body she didn't protest. Her body felt hot and flushed. Her thighs were trembling badly. Then she felt Charlene's hairy pubic mound press against her own, then the huge blonde's breasts crushed down on her own, causing her nipples to tingle and grow still harder and more erect. Her senses were reeling and she was aware of strange sounds emanating from her own lips, little animal mewls that seemed to come up from her pussy.
The Scotch had so relaxed her body that she was actually enjoying this sinful lesbian seduction. Charlene seemed in a world of her own, a world of carnal sensation, and she rubbed her body obsessively against Lily's, grinding her fleshy hips around and around in a rhythmic circular motion. And Lily's own body did not remain still. Her hips began to make their own sensual circles involuntarily.
Charlene reached up and began to fondle Lily's breasts, rubbing the nipples with her thumbs until they ached from pleasure. Lily was feeling hot and feverish. Incredible sensations coursed through her body and she could feel her pussy slit moistening from the stimulating effects of the other woman's ministrations. Her body had taken over. The alcohol had made her brain powerless to fight the sensations raging through her. She was more aroused than she had ever been before and she couldn't fight it... didn't want to fight it.
It was not just the lust she felt ... it was the tenderness that Charlene had showed her. No one had ever touched her tenderly before.
Instinctively she locked her legs around Charlene's fleshy thighs, and her hips began to grind back and forth against her naked loins.
And then, as if she were watching herself from outside, her sense of horror at what was happening returned.
"Oh God, no!" she suddenly cried out. "Don't do this to me!"
Charlene stopped her protests by crushing her lips hard against the girl's, thrusting her tongue deep between her lips. Then she slithered up so that her breast pressed against the girl's lips.
"Suck it, honey. Suck my big tit!"
Lily opened her mouth to protest and got a mouth full of nipple. The smooth texture took her by surprise, and the hardness of the other woman's nipple was tantalizing. Lily could not resist this return to the maternal breast, a pleasure she had known so briefly as a child. She sucked the nipple still deeper into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around it teasingly.
Charlene was in heaven, and her body writhed with abandonment. Lily's tongue was curling up and around as her mouth opened wider to suck her breast still deeper inside. Her thighs twitched and she ground her fleshy body hard against the girl's. She was breathing heavily now, hard and fast.
She reached down between them and guided her index finger into the hot dampness of Lily's aroused pussy. Lily was lost now in obscene sensations and when she felt the sudden contact of Charlene's finger in her hot cuntal slit, she moaned mindlessly, and slid her leg up along the other woman's body, exposing her pussy even wider to the blonde woman's wanton actions. Her body was shuddering in anticipation of what would happen next.
The combination of alcohol and the nightmarish events which had taken place that afternoon had severed the girl's connection from reality. She felt as if she no longer knew who she was. Her conscious mind felt reality so painful that it had abandoned her to her animal body which could not distinguish right from wrong. And now she reveled in mindless and obscene sensation.
Now Charlene had two fingers invading Lily's vaginal opening. They massaged her swollen pussy lips, slowly working them apart, aided by the warm moisture that was seeping down from her pussy. Then slowly the fingers began to insinuate themselves deeper, still deeper up into Lily's hotly writhing cunt.
She was sucking feverishly now on the huge fleshy mound of Charlene's breast, nipping hungrily at the erect bud of her nipple at the same time that Charlene thrust her fingers still deeper into the tight warm cavern of her pussy.
Never in her life had Lily felt such incredible pleasure. Her tongue worked feverishly around the big red nub of Charlene's nipple and her hand slipped down between their bodies, seeking out the other woman's cuntal lips. She could feel how hot and wet Charlene was and she slipped her finger easily inside. It felt so stange and wonderful, so smooth and warm and tight.
The two women were thrusting fingers into each other's cunts, their bodies writhing like crazed animals on the old hotel bed. Their breasts rubbed together, one mass of flesh against the other, nipple to nipple as they moved inexorably towards their satisfaction.
Lily felt Charlene's hand spreading apart the tightly rounded cheeks of her buttocks and her body stiffened. Then, when the big blonde suddenly inserted her finger into the tight elastic ring of the young girl's anus, Lily cried out with pain.
What a disgusting thing to do.' thought Lily, yet her body was responding with a kind of pained pleasure. And she began to work her ass cheeks back until the finger was deeply imbedded in her tight rear orifice, and once again their bodies writhed and bucked furiously together, their r fingers ramming savagely inside each other's passion-drenched bodies, hurtling relentlessly towards their mutual satisfaction.
And then the protests of Lily's conscious mind began to surface again, and the knowledge of what was happening, of what this time she was allowing to happen, horrified her.
"Stop! Dear God! Stop!" she cried out, as much a message to herself as to Charlene. And yet she knew that if the other woman stopped, her feeling of loss would be immense.
Charlene, sensing with great accuracy what the young girl was feeling, slithered down Lily's lovely slender body and, grabbing her by the ankles, spread her legs wide apart. Then, staring down at Lily's wetly gleaming pussy lips, she bent forward, lowering her head to the hotly pulsating cunt. Oohhhh, she thought, how I love the taste of pussy!
She gripped Lily's slender white thighs, digging her fingers into them in her fervor, and locked her mouth over the wetly seeping pussy. Then, slowly she began to worm her tongue into the soft depths of the other woman's hotly pulsating cunt.
Lily could no longer fight her own overwhelming desire and now she abandoned herself, writhing and bucking to the lewd tongue-fucking of the woman who only an hour ago had held a gun in her back and forced her into an obscene oral act with the fat man.
Her buttocks were grinding into the old hotel striving eagerly for the other woman's tongue, small of her back arching and dropping with thrust.
Charlene was delighting in tongue-fucking the young captive girl. She had looked so plain, so meek, but she was a hot one all right. The big blonde could feel Lily's pussy walls clasping and unclasping hungrily around the invading tongue, sucking it, almost pulling it at the roots.
Lily's head flailed from side to side as she moaned in sensual delirium, her lips trembling and her neck muscles straining. She reached up over her head, pressing her hands against the old wooden headboard, her stiff-nippled breasts quivering obscenely. She was utterly lost now in this illicit lesbian passion.
So that when Charlene pulled her head away, Lily, who only moments before had cried out begging her to stop, felt the most terrible sense of loss. Her pelvis strained upward, searching for the lost tongue, longing for the warm moist contact again.
She could feel Charlene shifting her position on the bed until her blonde hair-fringed pussy was right up against Lily's mouth. The big blonde was thrilling now to the feel of the young girl's hot breath tingling her own erect clitoris, and at the same time she pressed her lips against Lily's pussy, her hips unduluting rhythmically now before the young girl's face, seeming to beg for her oral embrace.
Lily was frightened and hesitant. She knew now what was required of her but she had never done anything like this before in her life. Yet Charlene's continued ministrations to her own hotly churning pussy felt so incredibly wonderful she felt almost indebted to return the gift. Yet she hesitated-until she felt Charlene's tongue withdraw suddenly from her pussy. .
"Do it to me," Charlene commanded, and there was an angry menacing tone in her Voice. And then she felt Charlene's hands on her head, drawing it towards her hairy pubic mound, pressing her head hard until her lips touched the other's woman's cuntal flesh.
"Go on, lick me!"
Slowly, Lily's mouth opened and her tongue sought the hardened bud of Charlene's throbbingly erect clitoris.
And Lily began instinctively now to tongue-fuck the other woman's pussy, licking Charlene's sweet pussy juices, lashing teasingly at the little column of lust-hardened flesh. Then she slid her tongue into the crevice of Charlene's hotly seeping cunt and began to tongue-fuck her as she was being tongue-fucked herself. And now the passion in her body had increased to fever pitch. She felt an abandoned rush of desire, a voracious and overwhelming lust. And the sweet warm wetness of the big blonde's cunt was driving her still deeper into the maelstrom of desire.
Now Lily dared to reach up and cup the overflowing flesh of Charlene's enormously full breasts in her hands, while her mouth and tongue continued their hot ravishment of the blonde woman's hotly pulsating cuntal flesh.
Then, for a moment, she slowly withdrew her tongue to once again take the throbbing button of her clitoris into her mouth. She nipped at it with her little white teeth and ran her tongue around and around, driving Charlene to fever pitch, and then, at exactly the right moment, she inserted her tongue once again into the hotly clinging depths of her madly churning pussy.
Now Charlene's mouth opened still wider as her tongue sawed frantically in and out of Lily's wildly pulsating cunt. She began to fuck the young captive harder and faster, sliding her hotly probing tongue deep up into Lily's hotly seeping cuntal passage, reveling in the unintelligibly muffled whimpers that were coming from her throat. At the same time her hips tossed and jerked with the overpowering sensations produced by Charlene's hotly thrusting tongue.
And Lily's tongue answered in the same rhythm, sawing abandonedly in and out of Charlene's hotly flowing cunt, as both women rode irrevocably to- wards orgasm.
And, as the older blonde woman sucked her madly writhing pussy, the waves of pleasure began to spread in larger and larger circles. She knew she was hurtling towards some conclusion, but its nature was a mystery to her, for she had never experienced an orgasm. Suddenly, she reached the pinnacle of some great imaginary mountain and her body began to convulse with wave after wave of unbelievable release. She didn't know what was happening to her. She felt almost as if she were dying, yet it was wonderful, incredibly wonderful, like nothing she had ever experienced before.
She was totally caught up in the throes of her violent passion, and she reached down and grabbed Charlene's bleached blonde hair, forcing her greedily working mouth still tighter into that rapturous center of pleasure in her lustfully exploding cunt. She felt as if a million volts of electricity had jarred her, passing through her quivering loins, as the woman who was her captor continued the insane abandonment of her tongue-fucking.
And then Charlene lifted her head from Lily's pussy, her face contorted into a weird mask of passion, and she cried out like a wounded tigress ...
"Aaaaahhhh hhhhhhhh ... Aieeeeeee I'm cummingggggggg!"
Lily could feel the other woman's vaginal muscles . spasming around her tongue as Charlene's orgasmic fluids flooded her lips and streamed down her chin. And then it was quiet.
Charlene collapsed on top of her, passed out, snoring, oblivious to the world.
Lily felt wide awake. Once her normal consciousness had been regained, a flood of shame washed over her. Tears flooded her eyes and she was overwhelmed with guilt for what she had just done.
With Billy Slade it had been rape at knifepoint ... with Fat Freddie it had been because Charlene had held a gun at her back.
But no one had forced her into this ... no one forced her to feel those strange sensations she had felt... no one forced her to the point of that incredible orgasm she had just experienced.
She was torn now by a mass of conflicting feelings. On the one hand she felt a curious affection towards the heavy blonde sleeping on her breast. She leaned over and placed a tender kiss on Charlene's cheek, and then recoiled in horror at her own feelings.
On the other hand, she knew that if she didn't try to escape now, she might never have another chance.