Chapter 7
Joan could hear the two men laughing downstairs as she lay on the bed. Tom and Willy had shut the light this time before they left, and Joan stared at the darkness. When the laughter died down, she could almost hear her own thoughts, whispering in the empty room. She pulled at the ropes again. Maybe Willy hadn't tied her so tightly this time, she thought, but after feeling the rope bite her wrists, she decided that maybe he wasn't so drunk after all.
She closed her eyes and a tear escaped, rolled over her cheek and down to her jaw. From there, it dropped onto the mattress and spread quickly on the cotton cover, making a gray stain. She sighed and her whole body shuddered. It wasn't cold in the room, but every bone, every muscle ached and her skin was on fire from the whip lashes. She pressed her lips together and swallowed hard to keep from crying. It wouldn't do any good. She tried to think of other things-her home and the school. Terry came into her mind and she wondered what he was doing right that minute as she lay tied to a bed somewhere.
She fought desperately, trying not to think of what was going to happen to her when Willy and his friend tired of her. They certainly couldn't let her go. They wouldn't trust her to wander around and tell everyone what had happened. That would be the first thing she would do if she got out of the place-run to the nearest police station and see that Willy got what he deserved. But how could she get out? Willy was mad, of that she was sure. How could you get a madman to listen? She had tried everything, but words didn't work on him.
Then, as she lay there thinking, a crazy idea came into her head. Supposing, she thought, I were to take the element of pleasure out of their torture. If I began acting like I was enjoying it, they wouldn't get their thrill and maybe it would kill it for them-no. That was a stupid idea. That would mean that they wouldn't have any use for her any longer and who knows what-am I losing my mind, she thought. Act like I enjoy being tortured. I think I'm going crazy here.
She twisted as hard as she could, but the ropes wouldn't give and she settled back to rest. It was no use trying to escape now anyway. She couldn't even stand up. Her flesh burned and her muscles were sore. Her breasts had been raked until blood showed and her buttocks were on fire. She was thirsty and swallowed hard, feeling her dry tongue thick in her mouth.
Willy's laugh rang through the empty house and she frowned at the thought of him being so great while she was up here, tied down like an animal. Rest, she kept telling herself. Rest now and maybe tomorrow-maybe there would be a chance to get away...
"Have another drink," Willy said and passed the bottle of whiskey to Tom. Tom's throat bobbed as he swallowed. He slammed the bottle down on the table and coughed.
They were sitting at the wooden table in the dining room. Willy had fixed some sandwiches and they both devoured the pile in a few minutes. Tom was sitting in an old robe of Willy's and he looked washed out, tired from his escapade. He smoothed his shiny black hair back with the palm of his hand, but it fell right back in his face.
"I never figured me for this," he said quietly.
"What's that?"
Tom pointed toward the ceiling.
"The girl. I had heard of things like this before-been in a lot of nutty situations with women too, but I never thought I'd be taking part in torture."
"So what? She loves it. You can see that she loves every minute of it. Why else would she have given in to me on the bus-practically threw herself on me-then followed me here like rabbit. I tell you, she loves it as much as we do. I can see it in her eyes-every time I hit her, there's a crazy kind of spark in her eyes."
"Hold it, Willy," Tom said firmly. "You don't really believe that, do you? Why, the girl is scared silly. She tries to get away every time you or I go near her. She didn't get those rope burns on her wrists and ankles from laying still while you whipped her."
Willy's eyes were on fire and he stuck his chin out and hissed at Tom.
"You chickening out? Don't want no more part of it? You can tell me if you're scared. I'll understand."
"Hold it, Willy. Don't get me wrong. I mean it that way."
"How did you mean it?" he asked bitterly.
"It's a little different, to say the least. I've never thought about things like this before. Sure, you hear things, read about it in the papers but I never thought that I would be taking part in it." He took another long drink from the bottle, settling back in his chair. "But it's okay. I'm sorry I didn't find out sooner how much fun it could be. And don't get me wrong. I know what you mean when you say she-likes it. I'm not blind, either. I can see how she twists and turns and I think she even came the last time I got her. How about you?"
Willy sucked the last of the whiskey from the bottle and rose from his chair. He went to the living room and returned with a fresh bottle, opened it and took a drink. He handed the bottle to his friend and sat down in his chair. Neither of them spoke for a long time and Tom began fidgeting in his chair. He played with a corner of the bathrobe, flipping the cloth back and forth. He spotted a red mark on his knees and at first, he thought he saw blood but on closer inspection, saw that it was only a bruise.
"Floor sure is hard," he said, trying to break the silence.
Willy looked with a blank expression on his face and nodded slowly. He didn't really hear what Tom had said. His mind was swimming with thoughts of Joan, her firm breasts and slim waist. Her pretty face and the two plump mounds of her ass, crisscrossed with the red marks of his whip. He grinned to himself and Tom smiled back, thinking his friend was acknowledging his remark about the hard floor.
The silence was thickening in the room and
Tom was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. He crossed and re-crossed his legs under the edge of the table and coughed. He took the bottle again and held it up to the light, watched the tiny globe shine bright yellow and spread its rays throughout the liquid, dissecting the whiskey into triangular shaped sections. Dark lines swirled dreamily in the bottle and Tom tipped the neck and touched it to his lips. It was warm but good and soothed his tired muscles. He slammed it down on the table and looked at his fingers, curled around the neck. He let his hand slide down over the bottle and rest on the table, then realizing what he had done, jerked his hand away.
"I went to this broad's house once to sell some insurance. She was a widow and..."
"You already told that one," Willy interrupted.
"No. This is a different one than I told you." He paused for a moment and took another drink. "No. This one was younger. Not beautiful-you know," he said, waving his hand, "-but attractive. Nice set of tits, almost as nice as the one upstairs. Anyway, I make an appointment with her and she insists I come at night. Claims the kids will interrupt every five minutes and she wants to concentrate. Well, much as I hate night appointments, I tell her I'll be over about eight." He stopped and took another long drink from the bottle, then continued. "Anyway, when I get there, the house looks dark and I'm really mad but I ring the bell anyhow. A big dog started barking inside and I thought to hell with that. I'm not going to get chewed up for a lousy contract. I start to walk away when the door opens and this broad is standing there. Hello, she says and smiles. A real flasher. I could see that she had a low cut dress. And when I say low cut-I mean all the way down to here," he said, pointing to his navel. "So I go back and she tells me to come right in. But I'm scared of the dog and she says it's okay. He won't bother me. Well, I was a little leery of the dog but when I went in, he starts licking my hand. Okay, pooch, I told him, be a good dog and lay down-and he lays down! He's fully trained, the broad says and tells me to have a seat in the living room while she fixes us a drink. Wow! What a way to start off. The house was dead quiet and only one lamp was lit in the whole place. I tripped on a chair but finally found the couch. Well, the broad comes back with two cool ones and smiles. You sure are a good looking man, she says. I'll bet you have a lot of lady friends. Anyway, I take out all the papers and spread them on the couch and she sits across from me and I notice that it isn't even a dress she's got on-it's some kind of night gown. Real filmy material-like lace and when she leans over to look at the papers-wham! those tits flopped out and two red nipples stared me right in the eye. She notices and says, Oh, excuse me, and smiles. But she lets those two beauties hang right out and I thought that maybe she belched or something and I didn't hear. Anyway, it was pretty tough keeping my mind on the business and all the while those two luscious, round tits are hanging in my face practically and the dog is panting next to her, looking right at me. Another drink? she asks. I was so hot, I slugged the whole thing down at once and I say okay and she gets up. As she passes by, I could see this dim patch on her dress-or gown and after she leaves, it hits me! You could see right through that material. . .
"She comes back and stands over me and those lovely tits are still there and one of them grazes my ear. I swear! She must have done it on purpose because she just stood there next to me and smiled.
"Well anyway, I don't have to tell you that I realized this broad's game and I take a quick drink, put the glass on the coffee table and put my arm around her waist. She melts all over me. I swear! She was all tits and nipples and tongue all over my face at one time and her hands pulled my shirt apart before I could get my mouth on her and then she's pulling my fly open! It was so fast that I didn't have time to think. It couldn't have been two minutes before we were both stark naked on the couch and the broad is moaning and groaning and sucking my tongue and the hot tits are rubbing all over me-those beautiful hard nipples sliding over my chest and belly and then my stiff cock and she kisses my prick and then I was ready. I pushed her on the couch but she fights me-insists that I have to get on the bottom so I shrug my shoulders. What the hell do I care how I fuck her as long as I fuck her? So I lay down and the dog's watching with his stupid tongue hanging out and then this luscious broad straddles my cock and lowers that beautiful fuzzy black cunt onto it and I'm telling you-it was so hot and slippery and sweet that I wanted to tear my hair out. She sat on it and pulled up real slow and I could feel those educated lips sucking my cock. She was a snapper. First time in my life I was ever with a broad that had a snapping pussy. Well, anyway, she starts pumping like a wild woman and I have all I can do to keep from blowing up right then. I don't want to concentrate on something else-this broad's too beautiful with those luscious nipples dangling in my face and the smell of her body, all perfume and sweat and musky cunt. Anyway, she's fucking like crazy and all of a sudden she stops. Just like that-just when it was getting real good-she stops. And what next, I wonder. But she wasn't going to keep me waiting long-not this broad. She looks at the dog standing by the couch watching us and says, fuck Rex, or whatever the hell his name was. It don't make any difference anyway. This Rex, or whatever, jumps up on the couch and I can't believe my eyes. He's got a cock almost as big as mine except that it's got this sharp point on the end and it's cherry red. So this Rex, climbs up on her back and I can feel him stepping on my legs while he's trying to get his cock in her ass. She starts wiggling and moving back and forth trying to help the dog get his cock in her ass and I'm laying under her dumbfounded! I mean, what do you do in a case like that? Do you keep on like nothing's happening or get up and let the dog have it first, or hit the broad or what?"
"Well-what did you do?" Willy said.
"What could I do? I stayed where I was and enjoyed the ride. Man, that woman was something. Her cunt slid over me like a tight sleeve of velvet cloth, smooth and slippery and every time that dog pushed his pointed cock into her ass, she howled like an animal. The dog was panting and slobbering all over her and clawing at that beautiful flesh, smooth and glowing in the dark and finally he came in her ass and she howled again. Then we set down to business. I turned her over and banged away at her snapper and she twisted and groaned while I pumped and squeezed her hard breasts and all of a sudden she lets out a scream and twists like crazy and I feel her coming hard and she shivers all over and lets go. So now I'm alone in the saddle and riding for the horizon and I feel it all over me, tingling and tearing me apart and I gush into her like a water fall. It was great. She let me stay in her and she even played with my balls. Next thing I know her finger is tickling my ass and at first, I didn't like it but she tells me to relax and-well it didn't feel so bad until I feel this hot breath on my back. I turn around and look that big hound right in the eye. His cock was hard all over again and the broad takes her finger away and the dog tries to hop on my back. Anyway, that was too much. I got up right away and the dog wouldn't leave me alone-kept jumping up on me until the broad hollered at him and locked him up."
"What happened next?" Willy said.
"Happen? Wasn't that enough? What did you expect-I couldn't stay with that dog in the house. He was howling in that room and the broad is sitting there still naked and we're kissing and she's rubbing my cock and then she says, excuse me. I've got to take care of him or I won't get any peace for the rest of the night. I got dressed after a while. I could just picture that dog on top of her again. What a waste."
Willy was yawning and Tom took another drink. It was a short one this time. He felt tired and asked Willy where they were going to sleep.
"With all the rooms in this place, I don't have anything set up. I usually sleep on the couch. There are some blankets in the linen closet. Maybe we can fix something on the floor."
"The floor?" Tom asked indignantly. "Okay-okay. You sleep on the couch and I'll sleep on the couch."
The house was dark now and the two men slept peacefully downstairs while above them Joan twisted and turned in her cell.