Chapter 6
The car was sliding over into Marsha's lane. Marsha had only been doing about 40MPH on the highway, and she hadn't even noticed the sleek sports car come up behind her.
"Jesus!" Marsha yelled as she swerved onto the shoulder to avoid being side-swiped. Her green Pinto slid to a halt, inches away from the guardrail. Marsha looked at the license plate of the other car as it sped off.
LENORA. It was the name on the plate, a custom, out-of-state plate. Marsha's eyes widened. "Lenora," she mouthed the name, "Lenora."
She rubbed her eyes as if she had been dreaming. "How could this be?" Marsha scratched her head. "Not Lenora, it couldn't be Lenora!"
She felt her throat dry, and swallowing became more difficult. Not many things in this world scared Marsha Roberts, but the thought of Lenora being after her startled her very much.
She drove extra-carefully the rest of the way home, constantly checking for other cars in her rear-view mirror. Any second she expected that sleek black sports car to zoom into view. She pulled into the trailer park. Everything seemed normal, her neighbors were having a barbecue in front of their trailer.
Marsha took out her keys to unlock the front door, but when she turned the door handle, it swung open. "Strange," Martha's heart began to pound, "I'm sure I locked the house this morning!"
She swung the door open, and the sight within caused tears to well in her eyes. Her trailer had been destroyed. All her belongings were strewn about the floor. Dishes and glasses lay in a broken heap in the kitchen area.
Curtains hung by a few strands to their curtain rods. Her couch, chairs, and rugs were all slashed, hacked to pieces. Everything was gone.
She walked among the mess, trying to find one item that was salvable. Nothing. She headed for the bedroom to see what kind of shape that was in when she heard a noise. A hanger falling from her closet.
Instantly, Marsha was at the closet door, whipping it open. Inside stood a young boy, ridiculously outfitted in a maid's costume. The boy covered his face with his hands. "Don't hurt me," he whimpered. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything!"
Marsha grabbed the boy by the arm and flung him across the room. He slid against the radiator, hitting his head. Marsha jumped on top of him, holding him down, pummeling his stomach with her fists.
She was hysterical now. "You bastard!" she screamed as she pounded away at the boy, now hitting him in the face. "I'll kill you, you rotten bastard!"
Blood began to cover Marsha's hands, so savage was her pounding. The boy was limp beneath her, not resisting in the slightest way. Finally, the frenzy left Marsha, and she lowered her arms, appalled with the brutality she had exhibited. She got up off the boy, who remained on the ground, quivering.
"I don't understand," Marsha muttered to herself as she ripped off a piece from a curtain to clean up the blood. "It's all so senseless."
After wiping herself clean, Marsha attended to the boy, who was red and swollen from the beating. He lay on the ground, unresponsive, as Marsha cleaned his wounds. Gradually, as Marsha removed the maid's costume from the boy's body, she realized that all the wounds on his body had not been inflicted by her.
Huge red welts covered his back. Almost every inch of his arms and legs had some kind of scar or mark on them. It was all too horrible for Marsha to believe. She led the boy to the bathroom to give him a thorough cleaning.
She started by removing the wig from his head and wiping the make-up from his face. She gasped at the familiar face that lay underneath. "Leo," she exclaimed. "Is it really you?"
The boy nodded his head stiffly, his eyes looking at her, filled with fear and desperation. "Don't," he whispered, "Don't remove anything. She'll kill me if I ever take anything off."
"Who?" Marsha asked. "Who will kill you."
"My mistress," Leo sobbed. "Lenora." Marsha's mouth hit the floor. She hugged the boy as hard as she could without causing him pain. "You poor boy," she whispered in his ear, "You poor, poor boy." She held his hand and looked him in the eye. "Don't you worry about a thing, Leo. Everything is going to be alright now. You don't have to worry about Lenora ever again. I'm going to take care of everything!"
The boy began to sob uncontrollably, all the hate and frustration he had been holding back for weeks welted up inside. Marsha turned on her shower and stripped the boy naked.
"I'm sorry," he said to her. "I didn't want to destroy your apartment. She made me do it. I didn't want to. She just made me!"
Marsha helped Leo into the tub and handed him a bar of soap. "I know you didn't mean it, Leo. I realize that now. Just relax and clean yourself up. Everything's OK now."
The boy gratefully took the bar of soap and lathered his tired, sore body to the best of his ability. Marsha watched him. sitting on the toilet seat, wondering what to do now. Lenora was trying to destroy her life, and in the process, was destroying the town.
She thought back to how it all began. Why her life was in a shambles. Lenora. She had loved Lenora once, or so she thought at the time. And Lenora had loved her. How could two people in love do such horrible things to each other?
Lenora and Marsha had both been world-class athletes. They trained long and hard, working for years to reach that level of excellence that could only be sustained for brief periods of time before injury would strike. They pressed their bodies to the limits every day, in everything they did.
Marsha remembered how much she loved Lenora's body. It was so long and slender. Yet so strong. Marsha used to lie for hours with her head resting on Lenora's massive breasts. The feel of the warm, dark skin against her cheek always relaxed her, and she could fall asleep almost instantly.
They'd met in college. Lenora was from Kenya. She'd come to America on a track scholarship. She and Marsha ran all the same events. 5,000 meters, 10,000 meters, and the mile. They hated each other at first, their competitive spirit had been so great.
And then they loved each other. Marsha wasn't quite sure how it happened. She had never touched a woman before. She had a boyfriend of sorts, a big lummox of a javelin thrower. She thought she had been in love with him, but once she got to know Lenora, she realized that she had never truly known love before.
It happened in the infirmary. Half of Marsha's athletic career was spent in the infirmary, tending to her knees. But Lenora had never had any problems before with her running. But she had also never pushed herself as hard as she was now.
They had been running stride for stride the day Lenora went down. Marsha didn't even see it happen. One moment Lenora was by her side, the next instant she wasn't. Marsha was in the clear. But instead of trotting home to victory she stopped. She stopped and helped Lenora off the track.
It was a ruptured Achilles tendon. Lenora was in great pain. She tried not to show it, biting her lip, but Marsha could tell, watching the way the dark woman's massive breasts heaved in pain.
Marsha waited silently with Lenora, staying with her through all the initial tests. They watched each other, Lenora in the bed, Marsha leaning against a wall, looking into each other's eyes in total silence.
Their eyes were speaking to each other. Lenora had a hard look about her always, and for the first time, Marsha was able to see behind the mask, penetrate the icy gaze.
Lenora finally cracked. She held out her hand to Marsha. "I'm so scared," she whispered. "It hurts so much, I'm so scared."
"It's going to be OK, you'll be fine," Marsha said automatically.
Lenora shook her head. "Some people never recover from this type of injury. What am I going to do?"
Marsha came over and sat on the side of the bed, holding Lenora's trembling hand. "It's not the end of the world."
"Yes. Yes it is. It's the end of my world." Lenora began to cry. "All I know is how to run. What the hell am I doing here if I can't run. I want to go back home, where I'm loved. I'm so alone here."
"No, no you're not." Marsha caressed her fingers. "I'm here. I'm here with you."
Lenora looked at her competitor. "Why do you care so much? You ought to be happy. You'll be number one now, without a doubt."
"I don't know," Marsha said. "But when I saw you go down, my heart stopped. For the first time in my life, I didn't care about finishing a race. It didn't matter any more. Don't you see?"
"Nr " Lenora smiled through her tears. "But I'm glad you're here anyway!"
The two woman embraced. They held their bodies close for a long time, sliding back and forth. Marsha didn't really know what she was doing, other than helping her friend in a time of need. But Lenora knew.
She put her hands on Marsha's cheeks. "You're very beautiful, you know that, don't you?" she said.
"No," Marsha said. "But thank you. It means a lot, coming from you. I love the way you move, you're so graceful. I love your ... your ... " Marsha's hand reached up to the luscious, round breast, her hand hovering above it.
"You love my body." Lenora pressed Marsha's hand against her tit. "It's OK, you're allowed to say it, you know."
"I love your body." Marsha said softly. She raised her voice. "I love your body." Then she shouted it. "I love your body, Lenora! I want to touch you all over!"
"Shhhh, not too loud, Marsha." Lenora worked her arm around Marsha. "I've wanted to touch you for a long time, you know that, don't you."
"No," Marsha was startled. "I thought you hated me, always giving me such cold stares, like ice."
Lenora began to laugh. "That just goes to show you. That was lust in my eyes, girl. Can't you tell when someone's giving you the eye?"
Lenora pulled Marsha to her, and pelted the girl with kisses. Marsha responded, throwing her head back and letting Lenora's tongue probe deep. They spent hours kissing, until their lips were raw.
"How come you never said anything to me before?" Marsha finally thought to ask. "I don't understand you."
"How could I be sure how you'd feel. I mean, you've been dating that javelin thrower, what's his name. Why should I have thought that you'd be interested in me?"
Marsha giggled. "I see what you mean," she said.
The two women continued to caress and explore each others bodies. They stayed strictly to fondling and petting that night, not wanting to rush things. Soon, they were inseparable. They moved in together, sharing a dorm room at school. No one suspected just how close the two luscious runners really were.
Things began to go sour. Their first problems were in the bedroom.
"No," I don't want to," Marsha shook her head.
Lenora waved a dildo in front of her. "Why not? They can be lots of fun, Marsha. I really think you'd enjoy it."
"No, no, no." Marsha shook her head. "The only time you're interested in me anymore is when you have a new toy to play with. First it was the vibrator, now this. That thing has got to be 14 inches long!"
"You can fuck me with it first," Lenora offered. "I just get bored with normal sex. I think we've fallen into a routine. I'm just trying to liven things up a bit. I'm doing it for you."
Marsha felt guilty. "OK," she said, "I guess it can't hurt to try."
A few moments later, Lenora had the dildo strapped to her, and was trying to work it up Marsha's ass.
"Owwww!" Marsha yelled. "It's too big. I don't think it's going to fit."-
"Nonsense," Lenora said. "You just relax, I'll do all the work."
"Fuck my pussy instead. I want you to fuck my pussy with it. I'd like that much better!"
"You'll like this too!" Lenora grunted. "Just give it a chance. Give me a chance."
Marsha once more gave in. She felt the dildo sliding up her tiny bung-hole. It felt like Lenora was going to split her in two with the giant rod. The pain was almost too much to bear, but Marsha was an athlete, and used to enduring pain. She grit her teeth and took it.
Lenora loved to fuck people up the ass. She had started at a young age, playing around with other girls in school, using things like carrots and cucumbers. Her only experience with a man had been anal sex, and she had loved it. She loved the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure, and never understood that other people might not enjoy it, or might not be able to accommodate such massive objects shoved up their buns.
Blood was oozing out of Marsha's rear. The enormous dildo was ripping her apart. Lenora saw the blood, but thought nothing of it. Marsha could feel the pain increase, and she no longer could contain her agony.
"Stop, stop!" she cried out. "It's too much, Lenora. It's killing me."
Lenora pressed a hand on Marsha's back. "Relax, you'll enjoy it in another minute."
Marsha began to struggle, but this only made Lenora shove the huge dick into her with more force. Lenora was obsessed with seeing the dildo slide into Marsha up to the base. She wanted to see Marsha take it all, no matter what!
She began to work the dildo in and out, Marsha screaming with each thrust. Lenora took these cries to be screams of joy, and continued to pump away even harder. With each thrust, the dildo made its way deeper down the dark passageway of Marsha's ass, and soon she had taken the entire massive rod into her bung-hole. Lenora thrilled to the sight of the artificial cock sliding in and out of her lover's ass.
Finally, she stopped. Marsha collapsed onto the bed as the dildo slid out her lubricated rectum for the Final time. Lenora lay on top of her and began to kiss her, but Marsha turned away, sobbing.
Marsha could not run for" a few days after the incident. She avoided Lenora, and spent her nights sleeping over at another girl's room. Lenora tried to talk to her, but Marsha asked her to leave her alone for a few days, telling her that she needed time to think.
All the while, Lenora's injury was healing. Soon, she had regained all of her speed and mobility. She was now running as fast as Marsha again, and the rivalry between the two women on the track affected their personal relationship. Marsha didn't want to live with Lenora anymore, and moved into a room by herself on the other side of the campus. Lenora stopped speaking to Marsha.
Marsha tried dating some men, but found that her interest in heterosexual sex had vanished. She no longer had any attraction to the muscle-bound men that jogged around the track with her each day. She found her eyes always falling on the women's bodies, watching their breasts rise and fall as they ran, admiring the grace of their slender bodies.
Lenora and Marsha drifted totally apart. The only time they saw each other was on the track. One or the other usually won the race. Then Marsha's knees gave out for good, and her track career was finished.
She never saw Lenora again after that. She took a job teaching gym at a high school, and she hadn't thought of Lenora for a long time. She couldn't understand why Lenora was in town, and why she was trying to destroy her life.
"Miss Roberts," the boy, Leo said, his shower done. "Miss Roberts?"
Marsha snapped out of her daydream. "What is it, Leo?"
"I don't have any clothes, except for that awful costume. What should I wear?"
Marsha looked at the naked boy before her. His body was so young and strong. It was horrible to think about the way Lenora had abused him. He was so young. Marsha hoped he wouldn't be scarred for life.
"I have a t-shirt and shorts that would fit you, I think. Don't worry."
The boy had regained some of his confidence. "That goddamn bulldyke," he muttered. "I'd like to break her neck. I'd like to break all those lesbo's necks!"
Marsha looked up at the boy. "Not all lesbians are awful women, Leo. Some of them are very nice, you know."
"I hate them all. They're sick. Not like you, Miss Roberts."
She led him by the hand out of the bathroom, shaking her head. "Come," she said. "Let's see what we can find you to wear."
Marsha was surprised to see her bedroom was still intact. She sat down on the bed, looking around the room. "Well, at least I haven't lost everything,"
"I didn't have time to wreck this room. You got home too early," Leo said. "I'm so glad!"
Marsha patted the bed beside her. "Have a seat, Leo." The naked boy sat next to her on the bed. "How did you get involved with Lenora, anyhow?"
Leo shrugged. "I really don't want to talk about it, not now anyway." He put his hand on Marsha's leg. "You've been wonderful to me, Miss Roberts, is there anything I can do for you?"
Marsha removed his hand. "No." she said coldly. "There's nothing you can do."
Leo returned his hand to Marsha's leg. "Are you certain I can't do anything? Don't you like me, Miss Roberts?"
Marsha brushed the hand away once more. "I like you, Leo, and that's all. Do you understand?"
"What are you," Leo scowled, "some kind of dyke? What's the matter, huh?"
Marsha slapped the boy. "What's wrong with you?" she screamed. "First you destroy my house, then you don't even have the goddamn courtesy to leave me alone when I ask you to. I thought you said I'd been so good to you, what about that?"
"You have," Leo looked down at the ground. "It's just that I have my orders."
"Orders!" Marsha screamed. "Don't you understand? You're free of Lenora! You don't have to do what she says anymore! You yourself said that you hate her!"
"I do," Leo said calmly. "But I can't escape her. She'll hunt me down and catch me. hurt me, if I don't do what she wants." He drew closer to Marsha. "I have to do this, don't you see?"
"Oh god," Marsha yelled. "What are you planning to do?"
Leo grabbed the gym teacher by the wrists and threw her down on the bed. Marsha was too stunned to put up a good fight. She just couldn't believe what was happening to her. Leo climbed on top of her and ripped at her clothes.
Leo tore at the gym teacher's t-shirt, ripping it off her with one mighty swipe of his hand. He bit into her breasts, his hot breath making the nipples erect.
"Relax," Leo said. "You'll like it if you just relax."
Lenora. Marsha thought that he sounded just like Lenora. This time she wasn't going to relax, give in. "Stop, Leo, before it's too late."
Leo laughed. "I can't," he ripped Marsha's pants off, splitting them at the seam. Then he tried to get her panties. The elastic band wouldn't break, so he flipped Marsha onto her stomach and slid them off.
Marsha looked around for some type of weapon, but the only things that were in her reach were clothes lying on the floor. Leo spread her legs and brought his penis to her cunt lips. Marsha looked down between her legs and saw that he had an enormous erection. His penis was bigger than any man she'd ever seen.
Leo entered her with one thrust. Marsha's pussy was dry, and it hurt as the penis rammed its way into her. She tried to fight it, but she could not help it. She was becoming aroused by the massive dong sliding in and out.
She began to grunt. Her pussy was soon flowing with juices, gushing wet. "See," Leo beamed. "I told you, you would like it!"
Marsha wanted to kill him. The fact that he had made her hot made her hate him all the more. He was violating her, forcing her to do something totally against her will. She realized for the first time that long ago, what Lenora did to her was also rape. For the first time, she could admit it to herself.
Leo was about to cum. He started pumping faster, a loud whacking sound occurring every time their thighs touched. Marsha looked around once more, trying to think of some way to turn the tables.
Leo closed his eyes as his cock exploded. Marsha felt the sperm shoot out of the throbbing dick, filling her tight pussy. Leo collapsed beside her, the orgasm draining his strength.
Instantly, Marsha was in action. She reached for a shirt that lay on the bedroom floor, and wrapped it around Leo's neck. Before the boy could react, she had the shirt tight around his adam's apple, choking him.
Leo gasped for air, his arms flailing. Marsha tightened the cloth with every move the boy made. "Hold still," she growled, "or I'll kill you." She twisted the shirt once more to let him know just how serious she was.
The boy stopped struggling. Marsha wanted to kill him, make him pay for all that he had done to her, but she realized that the boy was merely a pawn of Lenora's. Brainwashed. She let the cloth a bit looser.
"You need help," she said. "What am I going to do with you?"
Leo's body was drenched with sweat. He was sure that Marsha was going to kill him. He knew he could expect no mercy from any woman. He trembled, as he waited for the end to come. He knew she would choke him, or stab him, or at the very least torture him until he dropped.
"I'm going to call the police," Marsha said. "Now promise me you won't try to escape."
Leo nodded, his eyes bulging.
"I'm going to lock you in the bathroom until they come." Marsha thought it would be safe. There was only one tiny window that didn't open.
She led the boy by the neck to the bathroom, throwing him in with a jerk, then slamming the door shut. She bolted the door, then ran to the phone.
Before she could finish dialing, she heard a crash fron the bathroom. She ran to the door and flung it open. Leo was gone! He had broken the tiny window with his fist, and then squeezed through the tiny opening. Blood dripped down from the shards of glass that were still in the windowframe. The bathroom floor was a puddle of blood.
Marsha looked out the window, just in time to see the naked, bloody boy disappear into the woods.