Chapter 7
The water felt so good that Heather didn't even care that they were all naked together. She didn't fret over the murky, brown color of the river, nor the turtles and fish and certainly the water moccasins that lived in it. She splashed water over her shoulders, dug her bare toes into the sandy bottom, and sighed in pure bliss. Then she lowered her tail and sat in the water, feeling it flow coolness and cleanliness over her flesh, and it was luxury.
Arley Santee's rifle stood upon the bank, propped against a tree within easy reach, and close by lay the black and tan hound, its yellow eyes fastening first to Heather, then to Honey, as if it had placed them in order of danger.
Honey played girlishly in the river, ducking her head below the surface and sputtering up again, laughing and skylarking as if she were in some civilized swimming pool. Heather shook her head, wishing that Honey would take their situation seriously, seeing the girl's slim, diminutive body flash wetly, intriguingly, in the early morning sunlight.
The small but shapely breasts were now diamonded by a spray of water droplets, now dipped from sight, and, when Honey stood up, moving her hands voluptuously over her wet skin, they seemed to linger in the deep, rich curling of her pubic hair.
Her sister was a beautiful girl, Heather admitted, growing so swiftly toward ripeness, but budding more quickly now that her sexuality had been aroused. She could hardly fault Santee for staring so hungrily at the young and tender loveliness that Honey exposed. And, of course, Arley's thing began to lift, the head of it swelling, turning darker, the long shaft getting longer, stiffening even as Heather looked at it. She tore away her eyes, thinking that he must indeed be some kind of super-male to remain almost constantly in a state of erection like that. If her dead husband had been even half so amorous, he'd never have had time to get any business done.
She moved regretfully from the cool caress of the river, feeling the water surface lap at her buttocks, at the round fullness of her thighs, at her knees, and its touch was somehow masculine. Maybe Vic would have been better off, maybe alive today, if he'd paid less attention to juggling the Company's books and more attention to making love to his wife.
Had Vic gotten so much raw delight from doing it with her? She glanced at Arley as he moved toward her baby sister, his long penis arching at Honey's nakedness. Vic never seemed so excited, so anxious to do it and keep doing it, and she would have bet that her husband had never changed over to another woman. Vic just lacked the energy-the drive-for that.
He'd taken care of them, though. Loyally, she stuck up for Vic in that department. He had made a good home for his wife and sister-in-law, and played a dangerous game with the Company's books, with the illegal money that passed through his hands. Vic had risked his very life to provide Heather with a financial windfall, and he'd have made it even bigger if the tragic accident hadn't happened.
Arley Santee said, "I got me a wish, I got a need to do it like I heard about. Sis, you ever eat a man's cock afore?"
One foot on the bank, Heather turned, a chill shock slamming through her. The words burst out of her, "W-what? You-you mean that perversion-that deviation-that-that filthy thing? How dare you, Arley Santee? Damn you, youyou . . . "
Honey only cocked one eyebrow as she moved to shore, and there was a half-smile playing about her small mouth. Heather caught her breath in horror, and leaped in desperation for the rifle propped against the tree trunk. She never reached it.
The hound's paws struck her violently in the ribs, and, with her arms flailing, she was tumbled off the bank and back into the river. As the brown water closed over her head, the echo of the dog's snarl was in her ears, and she kicked against the sand to thrust herself up again. The damned animal might have torn out her throat!
"Might's well stay there and watch while you keep cool," Arley said. "Me and sis here will get to it right on the bank. I've heard tell how you city women will suck a man's pecker, suck him right on off, but I never got the chance to find out the truth of it 'til now. It don't look like sis minds at all. So I tell you what, sis, you just kind of hunker down so you can work my toes into your pussy and get your gooders thata-way, while you chew on this here ol' pecker."
Standing waist-deep in the flowing water, Heather felt cold, felt her skin go taut and icy. For the first time in her life, she knew what it was like to want to kill another human being-if Arley Santee was human.
"D-don't do it, Honey. Please don't lower yourself to-to such perversion. Dirty-filthy . . . "
Arley said, "You want me to put Bigdog on you there in the river? Be a pure-D shame to tear up such fine ass, but I'll flat out see it done, you don't let sis alone, and quit runnin' your mouth."
The dog rumbled, the hair standing up along the back of its neck, the long, curved teeth showing. Heather stuffed her fingers into her mouth and bit hard upon them, quaking from head to toe, goose bumps racing along her exposed skin. Helpless-she was so damned helpless. It was as if she were the captive audience for a movie-a dirty movie-with the film rolling and light shadows moving provokingly upon a gigantic screen. She could not change the plot nor stop the projector; even though, when the scene was done, none of them would ever be quite the same again -not herself, not her baby sister kneeling now between the legs of that brutal man, not Arley himself.
He was pushing his toes into the brown pubic hair between the girl's thighs, and Heather saw her sister squirming upon them, saw Honey fitting her labia to the penetration as if she were highly experienced at such a shocking performance.
"Take hold of my pecker," Arley ordered, sitting back on a log and spreading his knees wide. "Kind of roll my balls around in your soft hand, sis. I swear, if you ain't the hottest pussy I ever saw, especially for just losin' your cherry only yesterday."
Horrified, Heather watched as Honey played with the penis, the hairy sac, and even rubbed her fingers across Arley's penis and over the shiny head of his thing. Without further command, the girl lowered her face toward the throbbing meatpole, and Heather gasped when her sister kissed the blunt end of it.
"Love it up real good," Arley said. "Lick it all over, like a bitch dog."
Mesmerized, Heather stood in the moving waters of the Chickasawhay River and stared at her baby sister doing the most perverted thing Heather could imagine, kissing and licking the head of a man's sex organ. How could she? Why didn't she dive back into the river, scream, run-anything to get away from such a horribly degrading act?
But Heather knew why not-for the same reason that Heather wasn't swimming off right now. There was the rifle and the savage dog, and one of them couldn't leave the other sister behind. They were trapped so completely that they had somehow become each other's jailer, locked into this continuing nightmare until the dreaded warden tired of his vile games with them.
The girl cupped the man's testicles and fingered along his shaft, gyrating her body upon his foot as she did so. Her open mouth came down upon the glans, and her red tongue flicked out to lap the distended head. Heather trembled, and discovered that her hands had lifted from the river and were now squeezing hard upon her breasts. But only for comfort, she told herself as her sister's tongue moved teasingly all over Arley's upright penis-the end and the rod and even down to the pale-haired balls.
Honey was no doubt faking it for both their sakes. As the girl had said previously, they had to keep this sex maniac happy and satisfied, so that he wouldn't hurt them more. They should lull his suspicions and make him believe that they actually liked the awful things he was forcing them to do with him and for him.
"Your mouth is near about hot as your pussy," Arley said, putting both hands on Honey's head and pushing her face right on down, so that the head of his stiff penis slid into her open lips. "Eat my cock good, sis, show ol' Arley how you can suck him off."
She took it between her pink lips, and Heather saw the swollen and veined shaft move partway from sight inside her sister's mouth. Heather pressed her palms down upon her aching nipples, and beneath the cooling flow of the river, her groin contracted.
"Ummm," Honey moaned, and Arley dug his fingers into her hair, hunched his pelvis up and out, so that his prick fed deep into the girl's mouth.
He'll strangle her, Heather thought, he'll shove that long meat so far back into her throat that she'll choke on it. Helplessly, her own mouth opened and her lips moved, but no sounds came out, only the ragged gasping of her breath.
Honey began to suck; her cheeks dipped in and out as she sucked his prick like a lollipop, pulling upon the spongy head, letting it go to do things to it with her quickly racing tongue-so pink and so hotly wet. She clung to his balls, to the root of his pulsating cock, pumping her fingers as if she were milking an inverted cow's teat.
Arley was making grunts and groans and wet sighs, he was rolling his ass and humping his crotch into Honey's busy face. He ground at her and stroked at her, all the while holding to her head, as if he were afraid she might take it away before she shot his load.
He wouldn't do that to her, Heather thought -oh, no, no-he couldn't possibly let the semen go right into the poor girl's mouth! Just before the orgasm, Arley Santee would surely pull his prick out of Honey's mouth and spurt the thick stuff onto the river bank. Not even a man like him would be so cruel as to flood Honey's throat with such a fluid.
Her eyes went wide, for he wasn't pulling out He was hanging to Honey's hair and screwingactually fucking-the girl in the face, his balls flapping, and his shaft sliding wetly in and out of her mouth, and by the violence of his strokes, Heather could see that he was just about to come.
"S-suck it, you hot little bitch!" he yelled hoarsely. "Suck my come right on up from my balls-eat me, eat it-swaller it when I let it go -let it go!"
Honey's cheeks went in, and she made moaning noises around the cock in her mouth, her lips extended all the way to the root of the rod, and pressing against the pubic hair.
"Comin'I" Arley shouted. "Comin' in your mouth and down your fuckin' throat! Swaller my come, you little cocksucker, swaller!"
Honey kept sucking, and Heather realized that the spurting juices were slipping down the child's throat, that Arley's hot thick semen was flowing in spasms from the head of his prick, and being gulped down because Honey could not help herself. She would have to swallow the oyster-like releases or not be able to breathe.
But she didn't have to keep pumping her head on the prick, and she didn't have to continue to play with his balls, Heather thought. Pretending was one thing, but taking the act too far was different. Honey couldn't be so wanton, none of the Hyatts had been like that. They were all churchgoing, moral women who only did their connubial duties because their husbands expected it of them. As Heather's mother had said, sex was only necessary for the breeding of children, and for keeping a certain amount of harmony within the home. No good woman enjoyed it, only fallen women like prostitutes.
"Ahh," Arley sighed. "So that's what it's like, to be sucked off by a woman. We got to do some more of that, sis, seein' as how you like it most as much as me." Turning his head, his softening penis sliding obscenely from Honey's mouth all shiny and drippy, he said to Heather, "You can come on out'n the water now. Best we get on back to the house in case ol' Artis comes home or sends a message."
Honey strode back into the river to wash her tail, her legs, again. She had a satisfied look about her, Heather thought, smirking, know-it-all look. The girl was falling swiftly into the lustful life, and would have to be gotten free at the very first opportunity that presented itself. Heather knew perfectly well that the girl had used Arley Santee's foot-his toes-to masturbate upon while she was sucking-while she had been doing that to him.
He was getting into his overalls, the rifle close at hand. The hound raised his black head as Heather stepped up onto the river bank. Arley said, "You watch close to see how sis done it? Your turn's acomin', woman, and I 'spect you better be good as your sis at suckin'. You know, one time I heard tell there's some men suck on women's pussies, but I don't know how much stock to put in a tale like that. Seems right unmanly to me, and I know, for one, I wouldn't push my face in the same pussy where I push my pecker. Any of them city fellers ever suck on your cunt?"
Heather shuddered and felt the blood rush to her face. The man was impossible, his mind so wraped by perversions that he could think of nothing else. "No," she said, "I wouldn't allow such a thing, no more than I'd do it myself."
"Oh, you'll do it," he said. "You got no pick. When I say froggie, you get down and hop; when I say suck my pecker, you open your mouth and smile. Uppity goddamned city woman, think you got gold asses, but you ain't."
Closing in upon herself, Heather took the light summery dress from the down-hanging tree limb and slipped into it, pushed her feet into open sandals whose bright colors were out of place in the woods. Honey came up from the river, humming under her breath, and Heather knew a sharp stab of anger, for the girl should have washed her mouth and spat herself dry. She shouldn't be acting so-so downright bitchy!
"Watch for snakes," Arley warned. "This time of year, they's always a bunch down by the river -cottonmouths, water moccasins, a few copperheads, and some timber rattlers. Don't see them lil' coral snakes much, but they're here, all right, one of 'em bit a feller over to Shuba Creek last week, and it killed him afore he could even split the leg with his knife to suck the blood."
Heather shivered and put one foot carefully ahead of the other as she preceded him up along the twisty path. Honey was right behind her, and the hound between them and Arley Santee and Arley's rifle. He'd deliberately reminded them of the deadly snakes, Heather thought, to show them how little chance they had of escaping, even if they could find their way back to the far-off county road.