Chapter 9
For Karen, the instant in which she heard Doug's voice was her ultimate agony. The physical pain she had experienced and which she knew she was about to undergo was as nothing compared to the horror of having Doug find out about her shame. She had to hide; had to get out of here in case DeWilde was unable to stop him in the entry hall or made a perverse decision to invite Doug in.
She slipped off the couch in a flash, stepped over Larry and ran toward the bedroom. She had only taken three steps when Emma's arm flashed out to grab her by the wrist and twist her to her knees. So powerful was the woman's grip, so unexpected the twist, that it brought an involuntary scream of pain from Karen's lips.
Her shriek was followed almost instantly by a crashing sound as Doug charged like a battering ram into DeWilde's body. He came at him low and crouched, like a blocking back, and caught him solidly in the pit of his fleshy stomach with one of his powerful shoulders. DeWilde crashed to the floor.
Doug's momentum carried him into the room in a sprint. Emma was still holding Karen twisted to the floor but was staring at the approaching Doug. As he came up to them his right fist swung out with the full weight of his body behind it to catch Emma squarely on the point of the jaw. The German woman's head snapped back with an audible crack as she fell backwards.
Karen scrambled away from the unconscious woman's body as Doug turned to face the approaching Karl. The man had a short, stiff club in his hand which he had snatched from Emma's discipline case. Raising it above his head he rushed at Doug.
As he neared, Doug waited, feinting his body to the right; but as Karl started his blow, switched his weight to his left foot then brought his right foot up in a hard kick, catching Karl squarely in the groin. Karl paused in mid-motion as the toe of Doug's hard shoe smashed into his testicles. An expression of utter disbelief covered his face before he doubled forward, hands clutching his belly and groaning. As he sank to his knees, head forward, Doug brought his doubled fist down in a smashing motion across the back of the man's neck. Karl pitched forward, unconscious.
In the few seconds this action took, DeWilde had regained his breath and was now charging across the room at Doug. He was a formidable opponent; big, strong and had been an athlete before letting himself go to seed. He came at Doug, fist doubled, left fist held high for a lead and right arm cocked. Doug braced himself to meet the rush.
As he did so, Larry, unnoticed on the floor, reached out both arms to lock them around Doug's legs and grapple him to the carpet. Doug fell, his hand encountering the short club Karl had dropped.
In one motion Doug's fingers closed over it, swung his arm and with his full strength caught Larry solidly alongside the head with it. The latter sighed and fell backward, to lie unconscious on the floor, staring at the ceiling with his mouth hanging open.
DeWilde aimed a kick at Doug's face but he rolled away from it, receiving only a glancing blow on his upper arm. He continued his roll one more turn until he could scramble to his feet in the clear, faster than DeWilde could make it to him.
Now DeWilde was moving in on him, fist raised, not in a hurry but as a skilled boxer, measuring his opponent. Doug's head was on straight now, cool and clear, his initial outrage spent and feeling more like an executioner. He raised his fist and braced his feet solidly, determined to counter-punch rather than lead.
He saw DeWilde's left flick out in a jab to set him up; knew there was no steam behind it so took it high on his head rather than block or duck it. Before DeWilde could start his cocked right first on its way Doug stepped in close and sank his own right deep into DeWilde's stomach. The belly that gets fat also gets soft, he knew, and this was the way to make DeWilde bring his hands down.
After that one punch Doug stepped back. The grunt from DeWilde had been satisfying. He led again with a left. This time Doug blocked it, again moved in close and sank his right into the pendulous belly. Another wheeze from DeWilde. His left arm came down so that its elbow could protect that sore spot. As it did, Doug's right whistled in to smash against the jaw thus left exposed. His blow landed squarely, DeWilde's head snapping away from the punch.
Doug was on him now like a demon. He caught the other side of the jaw with a left hook, smashed in a right as the head was going away, followed it up with two more one-two combinations. DeWilde was out on his feet now, backpeddling and merely pawing at Doug with his hands. He backed up until he came to the unconscious Larry, stumbled over him and fell heavily to the floor.
Doug was in a frenzy now, sheer mad with kill lust. He was on top of DeWilde; grabbed him by the hair to drag his body upright against the couch. He propped him up against it, balanced himself lightly on his toes and began driving alternate blows, left right left right, into the helpless face before him. A jaw cracked, a tooth flew, blood appeared from between the lips, and still Doug smashed blows with all his strength into DeWilde's face and head.
Something was tugging at his back. It was Karen, still nude, screaming at him. "Stop it, Doug-stop it. You'll kill him. Please, Doug, don't kill him."
The sound of her voice, the curves of her lovely young body, brought him back to his senses. Doug backed away; lowered his arms to survey the scene. Emma was moaning in half-consciousness, the side of her face already turning black from the terrific blow Doug had dealt her.
"You're right, Karen." Doug spoke in a voice which quivered only slightly from emotion. "Let's get the hell out of here."
He grabbed the black leather coat which Emma had removed when entering the room. "Here, put it on. It's all you'll need."
As she fumbled her way into it both raced for the door. Doug pulled it shut behind them; half-carried Karen to his waiting car. He wheeled down the driveway, turned toward Central Avenue and followed it down to the Parkway. Once on it he headed toward Manhattan.
Karen was finding she couldn't shop shaking. Her own trembling frightened her and she began to sob. It was a stem-voiced Doug, not a placating one, who said:
"Now, honey, get hold of yourself. I've got to watch this traffic and you can't go to pieces-not yet, anyway. Help me by controlling yourself."
Something about his approach worked. She clenched her fists tightly to keep her hands from shaking; composed herself a little. She even managed to pull the coat around her slim body and fasten its buttons.
"Where are you taking me?"
"I have a back entrance to my apartment which opens on an alley. I can park there overnight, too- at least until daylight. I'm going to take you to my place, put you to bed and get you some rest. We'll worry about tomorrow when it comes."
There was something so soothing, so reassuring, in Doug's tone that Karen settled back. Let him handle things. He'd know what to do.
Doug had gotten her up to his apartment without seeing anyone or being seen. He had bathed her, given her a pair of his pajamas which were like a tent on her, tucked her into bed and turned out the light.
She had responded by sleeping solidly for almost sixteen hours straight. Few dreams disturbed her slumber or if they did, she didn't remember them when she woke. Consciousness was slow in returning. When it did, she experienced panic while trying to discover where she was. Memory returned and with it, a dead feeling of hopelessness at the recollection of her experience in DeWilde's home.
Doug had been peeking in on her regularly for the last few hours of her slumber. Seeing that she was now awake, he entered the room to sit beside her on the bed.
"Well, Miss Bright Eyes, ready for something to eat?"
"What time is it?"
"You mean what day. It's about one o'clock-in the afternoon, that is."
A crazy urge to tell him everything came over her. Maybe she wanted him to wallow in her degradation with her. Maybe she wanted to see how much she could sicken him.
"Doug, I want to tell you what happened out there."
"I can make some pretty shrewd guesses. I know DeWilde has some pretty hot times out at that shack of his. Things like that leak out, you know."
"He told me to come out there to read proof. He said he'd pay me overtime."
Doug's lips were thin. "I didn't think you went to his place for a lark. DeWilde would have to use some lure to get you out there and set you up for one of his parties."
"Well, when I got there," she began, "at first I worked for some time. Then all of a sudden he came in." She began a recital of her abuse.
Dug cut her short in her next few words. "Honey, I don't want to hear about it. I don't want to know the details and I don't want you to relive them by talking about them."
"But I want you to..."
"And I don't want to," he cut in. "It's just as if you had gone through a terrible illness and had a serious operation-the worst thing you could do is hash it all over with someone. It's all in the past, so forget it."
She began to sob gently. "It's so terrible, Doug- so animal."
His voice was deadly serious as he began. "Now, Karen, I'm going to talk to you straight from the shoulder, and I want you to listen and be quiet until I finish.
"You've been through a terrible thing, and I know enough about men like DeWilde to guess how awful it was. Maybe you're lucky to be alive. I know DeWilde is-" a grim grin "-because I'd have killed him for what he was doing to you if you hadn't stopped me.
"But it's all over now, and you don't have to let it affect you any more than you yourself want it to. If you want to brood over it, and rehash it all in your mind every waking moment, and dream about it every night, nobody can stop you. You can live it over and over again, as many times as you want to go through it."
She stifled her sobs enough to choke out: "They were all so-so awful. I feel so unclean."
Doug put his arm around her and drew her to him. "Karen, you had the misfortune to run into a bunch of perverts-people who aren't mature enough, or well enough adjusted, to find satisfaction in real sex-honest sex. Decent sex is good and fine and pure. They don't have enough decency within themselves to enjoy it. Maybe it's a kind of rebuke to them. Anyway, they have to go far out, going further each time, to get their kicks. They do it by making a decent thing indecent, and that's what gives them their satisfaction."
Her head was on his shoulder. He kissed her gently on the neck, pleasuring in its warm softness beneath his lips. The warmth of her body came to him through the thin broadcloth of the pajamas.
She made no move to pull away so he tipped her head back and kissed her full on the lips.
To Karen, it was a soothing and quieting caress. His lips felt good on hers. She responded by putting an arm around his neck and pulling his face back to hers. Then he did a funny thing again, slipping his tongue in between her teeth and touching its tip to hers. A little muscle deep inside her belly went tick and the sensation was pleasant. A warm glow began to spread throughout her body. She wanted it to get warmer so she moved her tongue, just a little, to make it rub against his. Now Doug was thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth, searching out its innermost recesses, caressing and stroking her tongue with his. Warm floods of feeling spread through her body. She hoped he would never stop doing this wonderful thing to her.
To her disappointment, he did. He pulled his head away, kissed her lightly on the lips, then transferred the kiss to the front of her throat. She felt his tongue tip reappear, to trace lazy circles on her skin. The moisture left behind by each touch felt cool even though her flesh beneath it was burning.
Doug's tongue was moving lower now. It reached the hollow of her throat, just above her chest, and explored their soft curves. He pushed the collar of the pajama top aside with his chin to search them out. The top button popped open and he slid his face down between her breasts to kiss the insides of their roundness. A thousand flashes of electricity shot through her being at his touch.
Now she felt his face moving boldly to the side, to trace the corona surrounding the nipple on her left breast. Her flesh contracted until the surface of her corona was stippled with tiny mounds, while the nipple hardened and stood up straight. He brushed it with his lips. Her nipple felt inflamed, congested, sore; she wished there were some way to relieve the pressure.
As if in answer, Doug's lips parted to suck the nipple into his mouth. He began to nurse on it, sucking on it with his lips and massaging it with his tongue.
Ahh, this was it. Now she was at peace. Without even knowing that she did so, she slipped an arm around his neck to pillow his head on her breast. He was her baby; her little boy who was sucking strength and nourishment out of her body but at the same time was making her stronger too. Waves of pleasurable sensation shot through her. She was warm and at peace and doing what she had been designed by nature to do-giving nourishment from her breast to a baby.
Doug lifted himself half-upright to unbutton and remove the pajama top. Then he leaned over her to sweep her right breast into his mouth and nurse it. Now the other half of her was warming. She lay on her back, utterly at peace; enjoying but surprised at the waves of heat which were coursing through her body. Her breathing got deeper. She was almost panting.
Doug slid his hand down her body, released her breast to begin kissing her chest, her ribs. He slid his hands down over her pelvis to peel back the pajama bottoms. Now he kissed the high pelvis; snuggled his face down into the curves where her hip bones met her thighs. He pressed a firm kiss on her flat belly. The stubble on his chin scratched her flesh but somehow the slight irritation was pleasant.
Now he buried his face in the curly, golden hair which sprouted from between her legs, probed its depths with the tip of his tongue, and suddenly an electrifying contact was made. Something roamed the inside of her and a tremendous pressure began to build up in every fiber of her body. Great flashing circles of light whirled through her. Every nerve ending in her skin tingled. He kept it up until she was almost bursting with pressure; until the great whiteness surging through her brain made her wonder if she were going to faint.
He moved and Karen felt the weight of his body on top of hers. For some reason he wasn't heavy or crushing; just warm and comfortable. Her body had been made to take his weight in this fashion. Of their own volition, without her willing them to do so, her arms went around his body to pull his breasts against hers, while her legs doubled themselves at the knees and spread wide. Her hips rolled upward to offer her womanhood to him.
Doug's manhood encountered her upthrust opening and he began a slow penetration. Karen felt him enter; thrilled to the sensation of his organ moving gently up inside hers. She could hardly wait until he was so far inside her that heir bodies would again meet and she would feel the pressure of him against the thing of hers which he had been caressing with his tongue. Impatiently she pushed her hips up at him, frenziedly trying to hurry him all the way home. She wanted all of him in her, now, as much and as far as he could get it in.
And then it was done. She felt the end of it slide up and come in firm contact with the back wall of her chamber; felt her vagina stretch tight around his shaft; felt the good feeling of being completely full of this heavenly thing. His testicles were nestled tightly against her rectum and they felt warm and good as they were cradled there. His body was pushed up firmly against the little thing in the front of her opening that has such burning sensations in it, that was so congested that she wanted to rub it against him fiercely to get relief. Somehow she knew that if she rubbed that little place against Doug's body it would feel better.
She moved her hips to do so and Doug responded by trying to drive even more of himself within her. Together they moved, each struggling to get more of the other; to give and to receive even more fiercely.
Great liquid waves of heat were surging through her now as she responded to his fierce thrusts with even fiercer thrusting of her own. Together they surged to dizzying heights of passion.
Then, suddenly, she was erupting in a wild, orgiastic spree which sent shock waves through her whole body. She was riding on a high white cloud, high above a mountaintop, and her head spun in a dizzy spiral. Doug continued his pressure on her and she climaxed again and again, until she was in a transport of ecstasy.
Slowly she began to recover her senses, her passion spent. Almost regretfully she felt herself coming down to the planes of earth again.
But now Doug was speeding up his pace in her. She savored the feeling of a great, hard, muscled thing inside her, which was prodding away at her inner parts. This bigness and hardness of his was poking at the back wall of her. It made her feel proud, that this fine man was doing this to her, and proud of herself that she could experience this ecstasy, and that she was able to make him so excited.
And then it was happening. Doug was throbbing inside her, and at every throb he was pouring the juices of his manhood into her. She felt them flow into her, sensed them spreading out to fill all of her cavities, and the joy of this feeling was enough to send her off into another smaller, more moderate, but still enjoyable climax.
They lay together, Doug still on top of her. Karen's arms still locked around him and holding him tightly to her. She wanted him never to dismount; always there on top of her. Even now that utterly beautiful thing of his was still inside her. Although limp, it still felt wonderful up there.
She squeezed her arms around him. "Doug, make it throb again," she whispered. She felt his cheeks crinkle in a smile as he obliged. He made it pulse once, twice; paused a second before making it throb in the traditional Bum-ditty-bum-bum- bum-bum. Karen giggled; the first time she had laughed in days. "You idiot," she chuckled. "Stop that."
"Why? Did you know I could send Morse Code with it?" Deliberately he made it throb in the International Distress Signal; three short, three long, and three rapid shorts.
"That's S.O.S.." He told her. "I learned Morse Code in the Service."
Something she had read in one of the books at work came back to her. "What kind of service? Stud service?"
Doug roared with laughter. She began giggling, too, and suddenly he was terribly heavy on her; seemed to be crushing her to a pulp.
"Ooh, Doug, you're so heavy. I can't breathe."
Obligingly Doug slid on his back, pulling her to him so that her head rested on his shoulder. "You didn't think I was too heavy a half-hour ago," he reproached.
"That was a half-hour ago. Besides, you had me so excited I didn't know what I was doing."
"Well, for someone who didn't know what she was doing you sure did it pretty good."
She squirmed and punched him in the ribs with her fist. He grunted. "Quit it," she ordered.
"Fine with me. Thank God you didn't say do it again."
Karen lay quietly, wide awake, luxuriating in the sensations flowing through her body. She felt alive but still relaxed. In fact, she decided, she felt better physically than she had ever felt in her entire life.
She heard Doug start to breathe deeply. A decision came to her quite suddenly.
"Doug, are you awake?" A grunt, a pause, a deep breath followed by the words:
"Well, if I wasn't I am now. What is it?"
She snuggled closer against him as she said, dreamily:
"You know, I think maybe I'm ready to write a novel. I think I can do it."
"What about?"
"I think I'll write a book about DeWilde and his friends and when I finish it, I'm going to sell it to a rival publisher."