Chapter 8
The Knebel house seemed like a normal farmhouse in the morning, except for the lack of electricity. The girls had the chores divided up: Chris made a fire in the old cooking stove, Debra brought in water in buckets from the well pump. Alicia set the table and helped Marthy with the egg frying and biscuits.
The little girl swept and made the beds. Cathy helped.
The Old Man sat in a rocker out on the porch, relaxing and smoking a pipe. The little girl chattered, happy that Cathy was doing some of her work. They were in the big downstairs bedroom. The child's name was Sally. She climbed onto the bed to plump the goose down pillows. "I like you. I think you'll be a good one to take Mama's place. She's wore out, he says all the time."
The Old Man appeared in the bedroom doorway. "That's enough talk out of you, squirrel. You go wash, now. Food'll be on the table in a couple of minutes." To Cathy he said. "You stay. I want to talk." He shut the door after the departing Sally.
Sally licked her lips nervously. She stayed where she was, in the narrow aisle between the bed and the wall. "I thank you for putting me up for the night. I'll be going right away."
"Naw. You got no place to light. Have to get yourself picked up by some city man on the highway. I've seen some of my girls run to that kind of life. That's not for a Knebel girl. You stay here."
"I don't think I want to. I guess you're looking for a ... a new girl to have kids by. . .so you can sell them off to the men around. I don't. ... "
"Sheet, girl ... Cathy, was it? I don't sell my girls. They find themselves a young man who wants a good wife, and the boy or his family settles a dowry on her, and she gives over most of it to me, in appreciation for what I've done for her in preparing her to be a real woman for a real man."
"But the mother to all the girls here now ... she's your daughter!"
"Well, yes. Ginny's my first. She was bellied by a boy twenty year ago when she was twelve or so, and then when my Hanna died we had other girls to take care of it was just sort of natural for her to take over. She was the oldest by then. Around twenty, she was. We got close and before we knew she was big with my child. So it got to be a settled thing."
The Old Man drilled Cathy with his incredibly bright, piercing blue eyes. He compelled her to listen, to see things his way. He wouldn't let her look away. He continued, "All we got is the dowries settled on us for the girls when they marry. And nowdays Ginny's dropping more and more boys, and what girls come alone like as not they aren't smart enough to be a good wife. Men don't want a wife can't think clear. Life is gettin' a lot more complicated nowdays and the young men want smart girls besides the ability to please them mighty fine in the bed."
He sat on the edge of the bed. He toyed with some of the fringe hairs on his white-blonde beard. "Ginny's close to forty and she just isn't no good for bearin' girls anymore. Now, Alicia is big belly now, but not from my doin'. The boy's too young and too poor to settle anything worthwhile on her, so we'll let her have the baby, and if it's a normal girl, we'll keep it and raise it up."
Cathy managed, "What about the boy babies?"
"Well, we can't afford to keep boys. So we adopt 'em out ... or send 'em to that state home if they turn out with scrambled brains."
Cathy was still determined. "I don't want to be a brood mare for you." She made a face. "I don't want this kind of life. Besides, it's too close to my father. He'll come here . . .come looking for me."
"Oh, we got places we kin hide you."
"No. he'll hear I'm here, and he'll tear this place apart to get me back. He's a crazy man!"
The Old Man shook his head. "I've handled many. ... "
They both heard the roar of a truck coming up the road to the farmhouse. It was coming at reckless speed.
Cathy blurted, "Oh, God! It's him!" She ran from beside the bed to the window. She saw the old pickup careen into the yard and squeal to a stop. Fred Dietz exploded out of the cab with his shotgun in hand.
He saw her at the window. He pointed his finger at her and headed for the door.
Cathy quailed away from the glass. "He saw me!"
The Old Man snapped, "You git in that closet there. Crouch down and git under some things." He went to the bedroom door and called. "Alicia! Git in here! Chris! Bar the door!"
Fred pounded on the door of the rickety farm house. The walls trembled. He shouted, "Old Man! You fuckin' old sonovabitch! Open up or I'll kick my way in. You come out with my girl!"
Alicia came into the bedroom wide-eyed. Cathy was burrowing into the evil-smelling pile of old blankets, clothes and shoes in a corner of the large closet. The Old Man tossed some more things over her and closed the door. To Alicia he said, "You been in here making the bed! Understand? It was you who was lookin' out the window a minute ago when he drove up so fast. Understand? You understand me, Alicia?"
"Yes."
"And another thing. Cathy isn't here! She never was here! Can you remember that."
"Yes. But she's...."
"She isn't here! Never was! Now you finish with this bed."
"The biscuits'll burn."
"I'll tend to them." The Old Man darted out to the kitchen. The other girls were staring at the door which was split and shattered from the continual pounding. Fred raged and cursed at the top of his lungs.
The Old Man instructed his daughters, "Listen good now: Cathy ain't here and ain't been here." Then he went to the door and slipped the bar that held it loosely closed.
The door burst open and Fred stalked in. wild-eyed and deadly, clutching his twelve-gauge shotgun with whitened fingers.
The Old Man said calmly, "Fred, you gotta pay for that door. What are you so riled about?"
"You got my girl here! She ran last night and she's here. I saw her at the window ... that left hand window!"
"No, no. you-likely saw Alicia." The Old Man called, "Alicia, you come in her for a minute!"
Alicia edged fearfully into the living room.
The Old Man said, "She was in my bedroom when you roared up, and looked out to see what was goin' on." Alicia did have a resemblance to Cathy.
But Fred wouldn't buy it. "I say my girl in that window, and I'll tear this shack down board by board till I find her. You understand that Old Man?" He notched the twin barrels of the big old shotgun under the Old Man's chin. "Or maybe I'll just settle for blowin' your fuckin' head off now if she don't come out of wherever you got her hid. You ain't got but a few ticks to live, so you better start hollerin' for her to get in here!"
Fred's voice was edged with hysterical rage. He was on the edge of carrying out his threat and the Old Man knew it. This was not a man in control of himself. He truly was crazy!
The Old Man said quickly, "We was just bein' hospitable to kin, Fred. You kin have her. She's in the bedroom closet." He shouted. "YOU COME IN HERE NOW, CATHY! WE GOT NO CHOICE!"
Cathy had heard the exchange. The inner closet wall was part of the living room wall. She scrambled out from under the pile and bolted from the closet. She looked wildly about for a split second. She went for the window and raised it.
Fred heard the scraping, rattling sound and knew what it was. He cursed and ran out of the farmhouse.
He caught Cathy fifty feet away as she made for the pines. He dragged her. kicking and screaming and crying, to the truck. He tied her up and threw her on a pile of cabbage sacks in the back. Then he climbed into the cab and drove away.
Cathy was terrified. What would he do to her? He was insane, capable of anything, and she was positive the Old Man wouldn't call the sheriff.
She struggled with the thick twine that bound her hands and ankles together. The knots were too intricate and tight. There was nothing in the jouncing truck to cut with.
Cathy was sobbing when Fred turned into their farmyard and pulled up to the house. She saw Jerry slowly driving the tractor toward the east lettuce fields. She screamed, "Jerry, Help me! Help me!" But he couldn't hear over the rattling roar of the faulty engine ... and she didn't know what he would have done if he had.
Fred came around to the tailgate and stared hard at her. "Cry all you want. girl. No good'll come of it far as I'm concerned. You got to do your duty to me and by all that's right and proper and fair, you will! What you took from me you got to replace. You took my Mary, so you got to be mine. She was riveted by his long, thick cock. Her belly started to simmer inside, down low. and her breasts began to glow.
The sight of his huge manhood triggered her lust as nothing else could. It triggered a deep body knowledge and memory of the pleasure his thrusting cock brought to her. She had been conditioned. And she hated him and herself for it.
Her helpless response made her feel like an animal.
She felt him make insertion ... felt the delicious, filling thickness of him ... felt the sweet impalement. . .the long inches filling her, deeper, deeper.
Cathy sighed and fluttered her eyes closed. It was going to happen, so she might as well enjoy it again. She caught her breath as he thrust all the way. What a wonderfully sweet shock of pleasure when the head butted and pressed against her cervix. It was hot, shivery lightning. And at the same time his kinky pubic hair was scraped into her gaping slit and pressed with quick, rough impacts against her swollen little clitoris. The combination of sensations was enthralling.
She quivered from the giant thrusts. The bed quaked. Fred breathed like a bellows as he fucked her fast and deep.
If only a few moments Cathy was possessed by a gut-wrenching orgasm. She couldn't suppress her keening moans and cries of delight.
She was shamed by it, and by his panting laugh as he continued the breathtaking plunges. He thought he was her master because he could make her come like this! Because it was so obvious that his cock had conquered her body ... her resistance.
Cathy willed herself to turn off, to not feel the deep hot sliding of his fat cock. But it was useless. The sparkling rapture had barely passed before the familiar lava-like glow began building in intensity again.
She began to hope she could come again and to fear that she would to fear that soon she would be so attuned and so consumed by his fucking that she would come three times.
Fred choked out, "Coin' off now!" He reared and plunged even faster, and harder. He held her by the shoulders, covered her completely, buried his face in the pillow beside her head, and fucked like a berserk animal.
Raw grunts and oaths puffed from his muffled mouth. His cock was tremendously hard and long and thick.
Cathy was in a world of golden, total thrusts and impacts. Her entire body glowed, and her loins and guts seethed and bubbled with unbearably ecstasy. She went convulsive with a second climax that tore screams from her contorted face. She lost identity in the furnace of that tremendous orgasm. It blotted out her consciousness. She became pure cunt, pure lust, pure exalted, mindless pleasure.
She was aware when he jetted into her, when he bellowed and cursed in his own peak, but only marginally. Then she keened with animal disappointment when she felt his huge cock soften and shrink, and felt the thrusts diminish ... stop.
Cathy surfaced to control and felt skin-crawling loathing for herself. She had grunted and squealed and wallowed in the fucking like a pig! She was a monster! Was this what she had wanted when. ...
Cathy screamed and turned over violently, burying her face in the pillow, digging fingers into the sheet. She shivered uncontrollably.
Fred got off the bed and pulled up his jeans. He scowled at her. "What's the matter with you. girl? I know you enjoyed that a hell of a lot more than I did!" He laughed, relaxed. "And I had me a royal fuck. You got the tightest, deepest, juiciest box I ever been in. including Mary's. Course you're young yet, and I got close memories of Mary bein' kinda loose the last couple years."
Cathy couldn't stand it. She turned her tear-reddened, twisted face from the pillow and screamed. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" She glared up at him with blue eyes as wide and wild as his own had been at the Knebel place.
Fred was taken aback. He squinted, puzzled. He zipped up. belted his jeans, and stepped away from the bed. He took her clothes from the closet and from the floor. "From now on, girl, if you want to run again, you'll have to do it bare-assed naked!" He gathered all her clothes in his arms.
He carried them out of the bedroom and out of the house.
Gasping with grief and shame. Cathy scrambled to the window and watched him disappear into the barn. She muttered to herself, "You Goddamned sonofabitch! I'll get away! I'll kill you."
She glared around the room. Slowly her rage dissolved to fear and dread. She threw herself on the mussed bed and only then realized she had forgotten to clean herself. The insides of her thighs were sticky with his semen. There were wet spots on the sheets.
Cathy blinked at the mess, wailed, and pressed a hand to her crotch. She ran into the bathroom.
She forced herself to change the sheets and to run the soiled ones through the washer.
She walked and worked naked through the house, defiant. She toyed with the idea of just taking off across the fields in the opposite direction from where Fred and Jerry were working.
Would people think she was crazy? She could explain. But. ...
Cathy crept out of the house and ran to the barn. She searched for her clothes. Where could he have hidden them? She found a large wooden storage chest with a big padlock on it and knew she was defeated ... for now. She's have to pry the hasp loose with a crowbar, and there wasn't time to do that now. The men were due back from the fields for their lunch.
She ran back into the house and cut some arm and a head hole in an old pillow slip. The improvised garment covered her nakedness about as well as a minidress. She rinsed out a pair of panties that had been in the soiled clothes hamper. It was just her luck that there hadn't been a pair of jeans and a shirt waiting for washing.
Fred came stomping into the house a few minutes later. He laughed when he saw the "dress" she wore. "Take it off. I want you naked all the time."
"But what about Jerry?"
"Shit, he's seen girls naked before. Maybe even seen you, too, for I know." He stared at her. frowned, then stalked off to the bedroom. He called over his shoulder. "Get my food on the table."
Cathy quickly made two thick sandwiches of cheese and ham and tomatoes. She popped a big can of beer.
Fred returned with a pillow slip full of her shoes and panties and bras and stockings. "Told you to git naked!" He stalked out of the house and headed for the barn.-
Cathy stood in shock. He was really serious! This wasn't just for a day or two. It might be for weeks ... all summer?
She had to break open that box the first time it looked like she could have at least an hour or two of escape time.
She saw Fred call something to Jerry as he headed into the barn. Jerry had to know! Fred had probably told him everything!
That realization caused a flushed to pink Cathy's face. At the same time she experienced a definite glow of lust in her loins. She beat a fist into her crotch. She glowed more.
She looked down at herself and savagely ripped the altered pillow slip and the damp panties from her body. She stood naked, chin high, seething inwardly. She whispered intensely, "You want naked? You want a cunt? Fine! Okay, okay! I'll give you more than you want!" She spread her legs and fingered herself. She found wetness and instant pleasure.
She jerked her hand away and went to the kitchen closet. She took an apron from a hook, hesitated, then put the apron back.
Cathy was very nervous. She chewed her lower lip. She decided she was hungry and started a sandwich for herself.
Someone entered the house and clumped toward the kitchen.
Cathy stuck out her perfect little breasts. "Is this the way you want..." It was Jerry.
She flushed beet red and ran into the small pantry.
Jerry said. "He told me to come on in and you'd make a couple sandwiches for me ... and give me a beer."
Cathy felt a fool! Jerry had seen her before everything-she had. He'd fingered her, kissed her, touched her everywhere and here she was cowering in the pantry like a modest virgin.
She reached to a high shelf and took down a large wedge of chedder. She didn't look at him directly as she re-entered the kitchen. Naked. Naked. She couldn't help the continuing flush that pinked her face and neck and upper chest.
Cathy said. "I guess you know he's got my clothes hidden." She started making him the sandwiches.
"Yeah." He shrugged. "You should've waited." He watched her. "Now you're in for worse than before."
"He said he wouldn't use my mouth again, that way." She whirled. "You didn't put him up to doing it in my ... in my ass, did you?" She held the butcher knife she had used to slice the cheese in a threatening manner. Her eyes blazed. She trembled.
"Hey. no! That isn't what I meant. He just told me before I came in here, he said maybe we'd have a two-man gang-bang."
Cathy's mouth dropped open. Her trembling increased, but now it was a hot, disturbing shaking. And her guts began to simmer. The special place in the depths of her vagina began to itch delicately to want pressure and impacts.
She turned swiftly back to preparing his sandwiches. She licked her lips. She was ashamed of the way her nipples had popped out.
She said, voice shaking. "I'll bet that turns you on."
"Not especially. All he wants to do is show off his prick and see how little mine is."
Cathy found herself giggling. She couldn't stop. She thought, I'm going crazy, too!
Fred came into the house. From the living room he called. "Break it up." He laughed as he entered the kitchen. His hard eyes flicked from Cathy to Jerry and back, and a smile lingered. He swung a long leg over the back of the chair before his food and sat. He sucked a long draught from the beer. He began wolfing his food. He said, "Looks like Cathy needs more than one man to keep her satisfied."
She cried. "No!"
But he ignored her. He grinned at Jerry. "Maybe we both ought to give it to her and keep her happy, uh?" He flicked a flint-blue look at her at her pretty little naked breasts, her aroused nipples, her tensed belly, the honeyed blonde loins, the slim young thighs as she served Jerry.
Jerry was uncomfortable. "I don't know. ... "
"Shit, if she ran to Old Man Knebel and that crew, you got to know the truth of her body. The pussy hey, how does that French saying go? In vino ... vino. ... "
Jerry said, "In vino Veritas. Means there is truth in wine. Or when a person's drunk, they tell the truth."
"Sure. So I'm saying in pussy Veritas. It's how a girl acts with her belly full of cock that's real and true, not what she says later or before." He grinned lecherously atCathy. "Hmmm.girl? You can't lie. in bed, with eight or nine inches of hard meat drilling yah, can yah? All that moanin' and pantin' and comin' means plenty."
Cathy whispered, near tears, "It means I can't help myself."
He laughed. "Meanin' it feels too good to stop, huh? Meanin' you're plumb ashamed to admit you love gettin' fucked by me and maybe other men. too, huh?"
"Nobody else ever ... I've never done it with anybody else!"
"What, fuck? How about that boyfriend that used to come around here pantin' after you before I run him off? What did you two do together?"
Cathy licked her lips. She had her hips pressed to the edge of the table to keep Fred and Jerry from looking at her crotch. She wanted to cross her arms across her tell-tale breasts and nipples, but it would be too obvious and Fred would make her expose them again. She said defensively, "We didn't do anything ... except fool around a little."
"What does that mean? You give him hand-jobs and he fingered you off? Kissed your titties?"
She nodded reluctantly.
"Huh! Thought so. Wouldn't have been another month and you'd have juiced up and gone all the way with him." Fred stuffed his mouth with sandwich and poured in beer to wash it down. He suddenly asked, through a full mouth. "He got a big cock?"
Cathy didn't answer. She was humiliated, shamed, by this merciless cross-examination.
"ANSWER ME. YOU GODDAMNED CUNT!"
Cathy cringed from his anger and dominance. She stammered, N-no. J-just average ... I think."
Fred grunted with satisfaction. "Go a long way before you find a cock big as mine." He looked sideways at Jerry, smirked, and drank more beer.
Cathy waited, dreading what he had planned for after the meal. She retreated to the drain board, turned her back to the men, and nibbled at a half-sandwich. There was a slimy weight in the pit of her stomach. She had no appetite. She wished her body would stop its pulsing anticipation. She discovered she was rhythmically pressing her loins against the projecting breadboard, and flushed even more. She held herself rigid.
Fred took one last swallow of beer, burped loudly, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and stood up. "Okay. I'm in the mood for undressing. He began stripping, too.
Fred sat on the bed to take off his work shoes. "Got any ideas about who goes first or what?"
Jerry said, "Let Cathy decide."
Fred chuckled. "Why not?" He put a hand on her rump. She was lying face down, face in a pillow, hands working in a sheet. "What's your pleasure, girl?"
She heard and didn't want to reply. It was awful, what Fred was doing ... what he was making happen. But she was afraid of what he might decide if she were silent. Or what Jerry might dream up. So she said softly, "Jerry first."
Fred laughed! "See? Told yah. Let her suck you a bit, too. This girl sucks great."
Jerry almost said, "I know." He bit back the words. He pushed down his briefs and got on the bed next to her. He began running his hands over her naked body. He said, "Turn over."
Cathy bit her lower lip and turned over to give his hands and lips free access to her breasts, and whatever else he wanted to play with. She kept her eyes closed. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't bear the the expression Fred would have. She wished she could be deaf for an hour ... deaf and blind. Cut off from having to hear them and see them.
But not cut off from the pleasures they'd give her! She felt Jerry's hands on her belly, moving up to cover her warm, stick-up breasts. He squeezed gently and tenderly rubbed her sensitive, tingling, puffed little nipples. Her back arched reflexively. She sighed and forgot, after a few seconds, that Fred was sitting close, watching.
Then Jerry leaned over her and kissed her on the mouth. A sweet, easy, clinging kiss that he continued and continued, making her own warm and soften and open to his darting, tickling, exciting tongue.
Her nostrils flared as she filled hungry lungs. She made a small sound in her throat.
Then Fred intruded-ruined the moment by shifting on the bed to the other side of her, and putting his big hands on her belly and into her crotch. "Gets me worked up seeing you two kiss like that. Come on, girl, open up. Spread the legs!" He pushed her thighs open, and to avoid discomfort she raised her knees. But she was in an agony of embarrassment. She tried to forget him. She tried to lose herself in Jerry's endless kiss. She loved his touching of her glowing breasts and perky, ticklish nipples.
She was about to put her arms around Jerry when Fred took hold of her right hand and guided it to his cock.
He was half-hard. She hated to touch it, yet the feel of the cool, spongy fatness, the growing of it, the hardening provoked a shameful itching again in her vagina, deep, where only he could reach.
In spite of herself Cathy stroked his huge cock with loving care and with anticipation. She touched and caressed and squeezed till it was like a hot bar of flesh, pulsing with the lust.
In the meantime his hands were doing things to her ... foraging in her crotch, seeking with long fingers, entering her, finding the slick, juicy entrance, feeling her own heat and readiness.
With curious fingers she sought Jerry's cock with her other hand, and found it vibrantly hard. She played with both cocks as they played with her. She was breathing faster, fluttering her eyes open to the gloom, to the strong, passionate naked male bodies on each side of her own smaller, naked form.
Fred whispered lewdly. "Suck him. Suck him off. Get up on your elbows and knees."
Jerry whispered. "Yeah, Cathy. Do it."
She whimpered in protest but shifted they all shifted positions. And she tried not to see in the semi-darkness how Fred's eyes glowed and how his enormous cock flopped heavily between his strong legs. She knew, then, what he was going to do!
A thrill raced through her. She became breathless as she knelt over Jerry's hard white cock and licked the small purplish head. She closed her eyes but heard Fred moving behind her. his hands on her hips.
The secret itching need in her cunt was stronger. A body-mind wasyellingathim tostick his monster cock in her, fuck her, fuck her deep!
Cathy sobbed as she licked and stroked Jerry's cock. She felt the first nuzzling touch of Fred's big cockhead against her exposed vulva.
Jerry said, "Start sucking me." He put his hands on her head and gently urged her face lower ... urged her lips to take him.
She did it. She didn't care about the shame of having sex with both of them at one, of how it must look. How she would be thought of if it were known ... if they talked ... bragged ... only whores and degraded women did this!
She shivered and gasped as she felt Fred find the entrance and push into her. She filled her mouth with Jerry's cock and sucked fervently, loving the groan she wrung from him, loving the thrust of massive cock into her hot, jelly-fist cunt.
Cathy groaned, too, around the four inches of Jerry's organ she tongue-lashed and sucked and stroked.
Fred was into her deep! So good! All the way! Touching the deepest places, crushing more and more rigid meat into her dilating cunt.
Fred crowed with pleasure. "Wheeoo ... This is fine. Back door position. Yessir. Fine!" He gripped her slim, white hips with strong, calloused hands and fucked hard and fast.
Cathy was rocked to and fro by the breathtaking thrusts and jolting smacks from his loins. She was two minds in one body she sucked and sucked and sucked, tongue working, fingers aiding ... and she was concentrating on the wonderful glory of sensations that were occurring in her belly. She grunted with the sweet, punishing impacts, the incredibly good-feeling surge of Fred's giant cock, the electric thrills as his cockhead compressed the ticklish cervix at the end of her long tunnel.
Jerry was panting, arching his hips, unconsciously digging his fingers into her hair, urging her mouth lower, wanting her to take his whole cock.
Cathy's consciousness receded. She forgot who she was and where. She was pure body enjoying pure sex, giving pure sex. Nothing interfered, nothing spoiled it. Shame and mortification had faded with the diminishment of the Self.
She circled the base of Jerry's cock with her thumb and forefinger and sucked and bobbed her head and kissed her fingers. Somehow she did not gag. She let the movement from Fred's thrusts provide her deep-throat swallowing motion. She made sounds as she sucked, as she was fucked. Her belly sucked and bloated and clenched. She was in the golden time! She shuddered into a long orgasm, almost screaming with pleasure, sending the sound of her ecstasy humming through Jerry's cock.
It triggered him. He went, "Ahhhh!" and jolted her head with his up-thrusts into her clinging, caressing mouth. His semen spurted and splashed in her mouth and she let it accumulate, let it run down out of her mouth to coat his leaping cock and her fingers.
Fred was taking more time coming. He hissed and panted and drew deep, quick lungfuls of air and fucked Cathy like a machine ... deep, hard lunges into her cunt, pounding her insides, making her rock and whimper as she sucked the last drops from Jerry's wilting organ.
For a long minute the only sounds were the creaking of the bed, Cathy's small, ecstatic cries, and Fred's louder, urgent breathing. Jerry sighed and lay spent.
Cathy rested her forehead on Jerry's relaxed belly and gripped his muscular arms for stability as Fred continued to ram into her guts with his giant cock. Her face and cheek grazed to and fro on Jerry's belly. She gritted her teeth as another wave of pleasure built its fizzing comber in her guts and broke ... cascading through her nervous system, making her dig strong fingers into his skin, making her muffle her howls in his belly.
Her entire lower abdomen was golden, glowing, a seething sea of rapture that crested every minute or two and caused massive shudders and tremblings.
Fred's cock was an instrument of sweet, ecstatic torture for her. His smacking thrusts sent electric shocks of pleasure arcing through her, overwhelming pleasure. It couldn't keep on and yet it did! It couldn't keep surging and surging yet it did!
Cathy's body was wracked by ever-exhausting orgasms. There was only so much overload her system could endure. She was a mindless thing, whimpering, weeping, crying out in her helpless ecstasy again and again.
As Fred grinned with maniacal lust and power, knowing her condition, knowing what his endurance the continual, endless fucking was doing to the deepest levels of her psyche. He panted and sweated and fucked! His huge cock seemed like a golden club as it battered her into total submission, total dependence, total slavery as it conditioned her. seduced her body/mind with the narcotic-like rapture of recurring, convulsive, mind-wrenching climaxes. He was her master! She was his slave!
Cathy's eyes were glazed. Saliva leaked from her loose mouth. Her cries grew fainter.
Fred couldn't maintain the pace. The gradual intensity of his own orgasm built too high to resist any longer. He renewed his grip on Cathy's bruised waist and hips with aching hands and forearms. His chest was like a bellows. He ran with sweat. His eyes were fixed and glaring. He thrust harder! His giant cock plunged! All of it. all of it into the tight warm, hot, slippery, wet. velvet, jelly fist that was her cunt! His guts went loose and turned to lava. His cock was like iron, like a bar of steel! Every cell sensitized.
He roared and tried to ram his cock even deeper. His face turned up, neck muscles straining, face contorted, eyes dilated. His huge cock jerked and pulsed as he jetted in her uttermost depths. He cursed and gritted his teeth and rammed and rammed!
And then it was over. The pleasure was too keen, too sharp, to continue.
He hunched over Cathy, gluing his sweat-slick belly and chest to her rump and back. He sucked deep, satisfied lungfuls of air. He whispered, "Ahh, shit ... that was the best. That can't be beat!"
Cathy's surface personality and character swam, still, in a swamp of pulsing aftershocks of pleasure ... in a swamp of sweat and semen ... in a quicksand of suctioning, inescapable fear.
Jerry was shaken, too. He knew something was happening to Cathy but didn't know what. He had seen her submersion of self, and the gargantuan lust inhibited by both her and her father. It was a sick scene, and he wanted out! This was a deadly serious life-script being worked out, and he didn't want to be one of the victims.
Jerry said, "Hey, you two are heavy. Let me get out from under and take a shower." He tried to work his way free, to squirm sideways.
Cathy gave a strange, quivering shudder and opened her eyes. She howled eerily, sending chills up Jerry's spine, and then she clawed herself from between the two men and scrambled into the space between the bed and the wall. She huddled there, weeping.
Jerry stared. "Hey, I think she's flipping out."
Fred made a contemptuous sound. He shifted to sit on the edge of the bed. He scratched his sweaty belly. "Just goin' through one of her 'Oh, I'm so ashamed!' acts. She can't get enough good deep fuckin' but can't admit it to herself. She'll get over it in time." His face hardened. "She'll damn well have to." He gestured to the door. "Take your damned shower, but make it quick."
"You locked the door."
"Yeah." Fred fished in his pants pockets and got up, naked, unlocked the door, and padded down the hall to the kitchen.
Jerry saw him take-a beer from the refrigerator. Jerry looked over at where Cathy huddled on the floor between the wall and the bed. "You okay?"
She didn't answer. She wept.
Jerry shook his head and said half aloud, "Christ, I'll be glad to get clear of this place."