Chapter 5
He brought them inside, behind the screen door that kept out the mosquitoes, that held back the night bugs trying to fly to the coal oil lamp. Arley jacked a handful of shells from the rifle and put them into a drawer in a rickety dresser, then hung the gun on its pegs above the fireplace.
"You all hungry, or fillin' up on the corn?"
Honey giggled. "I'm okay."
Heather wasn't all that okay, the whiskey was buzzing in her head and racing through her veins. It was hot, so hot.
Arley said, " 'Spect we'll wait for breakfast, then; fried mudcat and hush puppies, good ol' coffee. Have another drink, you women."
Honey reached for the jar and drank, wiped her mouth, and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the man's next order. Heather started to shake her head at the liquor, caught a glimpse of Arley's hard, pale eyes, and took the jar instead. She didn't even dare fake a swallow with those eyes watching, so she choked down a gulp and shuddered.
"Good enough," Arley said. "You all get naked, now, and we'll have us that fuck."
There was no use protesting, Heather knew, no need to say 'oh, please don't make us strip in front of each other'. He wouldn't listen, and it might make him angry enough to slap her again. She was almost grateful for the numbness of the alcohol, because it made her care a little less that her baby sister was about to see her humiliated and degraded again.
She undressed and stood slumped over, hands crossed before her mound, looking down at the shack's rugless floor. Heather heard the bed-springs creaking and, from the corner of her eye, caught the flash of Honey's bare legs as the girl wiggled out of her clothing. She also saw Arley Santee's legs, white and disgustingly hairy. Would the man never be glutted with sex, never have his debauched appetites satsified?
"You two look fine," Arley said, "real fine. I'm right sorry my brother ain't here to get him some of this fine nooky, but I reckon I can't wear it all out afore he comes home. Artis ain't never had him no city ass like this, neither."
Grabbing at any excuse to delay what was going to happen, Heather said, "Artis, your brother? Was that the man who stopped his truck and carried our bags up into the woods? We only asked the way to a cabin, one that people in town told us was for rent."
Arley put down his jar of whiskey and moved to Heather. He put his hands on her waist and began running them up and down her body. He stood so close that the swollen head of his penis touched the skin of her tummy, and Heather flinched.
He said, "Now ain't that slick of ol' Artis? I mean, he seen two city pussies just a'standin' in the road, and he figured to send 'em right to his brother. I owe Artis for that."
Heather squirmed beneath his hands, trembled when he mashed her breasts and fingered her nipples, and she silently cursed those nipples for responding, for going stiff at his touch. Eyes closed, she swayed, and prayed to faint, but blessed blackness wouldn't come. Heather felt the man take one haunch in his hand, and he pulled her even nearer. With the other hand, Arley guided the head of his thing between her thighs and shoved the length of the meaty staff along the lips of her vulva-not into the labia as yet, just along it, and the upward pressure of the bent-down staff was powerful. It was also somewhat tantalizing, but Heather wouldn't admit that. She stood with her hands limply at her sides as the man rubbed his hairy belly across her own, moved his pelvis insinuatingly, so that his penis pressed against her mound, slid over her labia.
A great, shuddering breath broke from her, and Arley caressed both cheeks of her butt as he teased her vulva with his rod. Then he said, "Get up on the bed. And you, sis, you just slide that tight ass on over by the wall. I'm goin' to screw your sister here, but I want you right to hand, maybe to feel up some. Whooie! I 'spect ain't a man in this here whole county had him two naked women in his bed afore."
He let her go, and Heather's legs carried her stiffly to the bed. She sat down on the sagging mattress and started to lift her legs, but Arley Santee shoved her over-turned her over-and said, "On your hands and knees, like you was a bitch dog just comin' in heat. Just stick that fine ass right on up in the air, so I can come around behind and mount you like ol' Bigdog would, did I give him the chance."
The room seemed to rock as Heather got on hands and knees. She felt dirtied already, felt ashamed of her breasts hanging down, and her naked butt thrust high. She hoped beyond hope that her sister wasn't looking at her, hoped that little Honey's drinks were putting the girl under. But a quick glance to her left told Heather this wasn't so. Honey was turned on her left side, nude and staring with obvious interest as the bed creaked under Arley's added weight.
Heather looked down at the hand-stitched quilt beneath her spread hands and wished that she had gone straight on to California, maybe even to Japan. Running from the possibility of one trap, she had only put her sister and herself into a worse web, an entanglement of flesh and passions that it seemed impossible to break out of. Yet she had to try, and soon, before poor little Honey became as debauched as the evil man who was using both their bodies for his selfish lusts.
"Got you a ass like a good mule's," he said, fondling her exposed cheeks, rubbing the head of his terrifying penis up and down in the very cleft between her buttocks, teasing the ring of the anus itself. "All round and slicky, and them red hairs curl all up the crack. Just you stay braced while I get the knob of my pecker up to the lips of your pussy."
Heather wobbled a bit when he set the blunt and seeking end of his thing to her vulva, when he pressed it to her labia. The lips were damp, and streached to take him inside, and the hands on her waist urged her backward, pulled her lower body down over the hard length of his penis.
"Uhh!" Arley grunted. "Got it jammed home clear to the root. Got it stuck right on up into your tight, hot cunt, city woman. Get the cheeks of your ass up to my belly and my cock shoved home in your redheaded pussy."
He stroked it into her vagina, and Heather hated the response of her fevered body, for her thing seemed to go all steamy, to turn itself liquidy inside in order to better oil the man's lunging penis.
"Get hold of them tits," Arley said, "use 'em like they was hand grips. Shake that thing, city woman, oh, shake that thing!"
His hands cupped her pendulous breasts, and his fingers dug into their dangling softness. Arley clung to them, and his belly was against her ass now, his chest down upon her back, his knees up between her spread thighs. He was steadily shoving his stiff prick in and out of the eager sheathing of her aroused cunt, drawing the length of it far back, so that only the flanged head of it was retained by her pussy lips, then driving it deeply with a strong heave of his pelvis.
Each solid thrust jolted Heather's down-hanging head. Every powerful slam made her entire body bounce, for Arley Santee was fucking her harder this time, much more savagely than he had screwed her before. His prick hammered into her flexing vagina, the head of it a battering ram that shook her womb, and from time to time she could feel the flying sac of his balls as it swung high up to touch her pubic mound.
"Fuck you hard, woman!" Arley panted, his fingers chewing into her tender tits. "Grind my ol' dick into your high class pussy so you won't never forget it. All you goddamn stuck-up city bitches-you been against me all my life, you been laughin' at he for bein' a country boy, and I had to put up with it-but no more, you hear! Me an' ol' Artis got us a bunch of money now, and we aim to fuck all the stuck-up city pussy there is. Uh-uh-uh!"
He pounded her cunt, ripped his hard staff up into her shuddering cunt, laid the meat hard and mean into her while she moaned and rolled her ass, while Heather flinched and gasped and took all he had to give.
The bed leaped and rattled, and Arley's prick made sloshing, sucking noises as it churned around inside her maddened pussy. Heather was blind, and her tits ached under the gripping of his hands, but she rocked her ass around and hunched it back to him. The hotness blazed within her body, and the animal-like position they were in made their fucking more primeval, made it a basic, wild need that broke foaming throughout the core of Heather Luther. Her core was her cunt, and the pinwheeling insanity of her cunt was her clitoris, all throbbing and thrumming.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried out. "Oh, keep on fucking me, you hard-cocked bastard!"
And, in the echo of her cry, Heather faintly heard her sister say, "Wow." Ass heaving, she rode back upon Arley's meat, and the sweet craziness bubbled, frothed, and made his prick slippery, made his balls wet and slidy.
"Shootin' off!" Arley muttered. "I'm shootin' off in you, blowin' my come all over your pussy!"
She felt it explode far back into the cup of her womb, knew the sticky juice that was squirting spasmodically in her vagina. Her own orgasm surged and waned, lifted and fell again, as her cunt luxuriated in its bath of semen. When his hands slipped weakly from her tits, Heather reached way back between her thighs to fondle the wrinkled sac that held his testicles, and her hand also knew the sensitive, lathered lips of her pussy.
"Damn," Arley sighed, "but you shake a mean ass, woman. Like to tore off my pecker."
He backed out of her, pulled back so that his penis slipped greasily from the reluctant grasp of her labia. Heather let go of his balls and, when Arley climbed off the bed, she unhinged at knees and elbows, so that she collapsed upon the coverlet.
Panting for air, the sweat running in rivulets off her body, Heather burrowed her face into a pillow with a flour-sack pillow slip, and fought down the terrible emotions that had taken control of her. Horrible, monstrous emotions they'd been, viciously lascivious and insane. The liquor, her mind said, seizing upon the nearest available excuse, the raw corn whiskey had shaken her mind and weakened all her moral fiber. Heather Luther couldn't have said those things, could not possibly have reacted so orgiastically, like some woman of the streets. The whiskey and the nervous strain she'd been under-those things, and the heat, the tropical lushness of Mississippi where the sultry air itself was sensuous.
She rolled over and looked up just as Arley leaned over and patted her sister's crotch, rubbing his fingers into the profuse brown hair of Honey's mound. "That about does it for me, I
'spect. Got to put off your HP pussy until tomorrow, I reckon. But don't you worry none, sis, you're bound to get your fair share of prick."
Heather watched the man's bare butt as he went to the shelf and stood drinking over the water bucket, drinking from a long-handled dipper. Then she glanced away, angry with herself, solid inside and out, needing a bath and a douche.
There'd be none, at least until tomorrow, she realized. Then they'd have to wash in the river, but that was better than remaining grimy and sweaty. And maybe she and Honey would get a chance to run away from this perverted sex monster.
Arley walked out onto the porch and said something to the big hound always vigilant in the yard, then she heard the tinkle of liquid as he relieved himself over the wall. Animal, she thought, just an animal.
Honey said, "Heather? You all right?"
"I'm okay," she answered. "I was-a little drunk, I guess."
"You were a little something," Honey said. "Wow! Do I act that farout when I'm screwing him?"
"Don't say that!" Heather said sharply. "I-we can't be blamed for things we do under the influence of alcohol. We're not our true selves then. You and I are not common, even if we're in a strange situation where we have to do the best we can. So stop using those filthy words."
"Me?" Honey asked, and rolled onto her back to stare up at the cobwebby board ceiling.
Arley came back in and took another quilt from the foot of the bed. Spreading it on the floor, he said to them, "Leavin' the lamp on, and I sleep right here. Don't you all forget that ol' Bigdog's in the yard, and he sleeps even lighter'n I do."
"Please," Heather said, "won't you let us go now? We promise not to say anything to anybody about-about anything at all. We'll leave the county, the state, even; nobody will ever know."
"Oh, shit," Arley said, "now you got to have better sense than that, woman. I can't trust you all a lick, and both of us know that. You'd be hollerin' to the law, time you got out on the county road. Besides, I got to stay busy doin' something 'til Artis gets back with all that money."
"I'll give you some money," Heather said, as he kneeled naked upon the quilt and took another long pull at his fruit jar before screwing the cap back on and setting the bottle aside. How much, she wondered, she couldn't touch the caches they'd spread along the route. There was only about a thousand dollars hidden in the lining of her suitcase, and less than that in travelers' checks in her purse. But even half that much should seem a fortune to somebody who lived in a shack like this.
Arley grunted. "Time I get ready, 'spect I'll take what you got anyhow, but I'm talkin' about real money-more'n me and Artis ever seen in our whole life, enough to shake this ol' red dust off'n us and go to the city. You hush now and go to sleep. You goin' to need your strength tomorrow."
Heather felt along the mattress and took her sister's small hand. Honey said nothing, but she didn't try to draw away. Heather watched the ceiling where the oil lamp cast softly dancing shadows, and she felt the sweat drying at last upon her skin. The night was a bit cooler, but not much, and the noises of the dark grew louder, more frightening. A whippoorwill cried mournfully in the forest, and something yapped shrilly in answer.
The rifle, she thought; if Arley Santee slept deeply, it was possible they might reach the rifle and the ammunition. She didn't know how to load the gun, though, and he didn't seem like a man who would bluff easily.
Even if they got by him, there was always the vicious hound, and beyond Bigdog, the forest itself, where deadly snakes slithered and quicksand bogs waited for things to drown.