Chapter 7
"How the fuck could you have been stupid enough to let her get away in the first place?" Carl roared at Betty. "Goddamn you, you simple-minded, bird-brained whore, we can't afford to let Patty off the hook any more than we can afford to lose any of the rest of you!"
"I didn't let her get away, she sneaked away!" Betty screamed just as loudly. "She came downstairs this morning raring to fuck-said she was ready-flirted with the men-said all she wanted to do was take a quick shower-how was I to know she'd sneak out of the house?"
"If you weren't sitting on your fat ass mooning over that lousy, back-stabbing sonofabitch, Brock Morrison, you could have kept an eye on her. All you're interested in is Brock's cock!"
"You miserable bastard, I haven't seen Brock since you threw him out of here, and you know itl But I'm going back to him once this is over, and you can't stop me! I've been fucking around the clock, for Christ's sake, and so have Liz and Jan. What more do you expect, what more do you want me to do?"
"How about that trick you pulled on me-a goddamned diaphragm stuffed up your cunt-how am I supposed to know that you aren't pulling that same stunt with the other men I?"
"I just finished fucking when you called me up here. Stick your finger in my cunt, you sonofabitch, and feel the come oozing out-see if you feel a diaphragm. I only used it with you, because I'd die before I'd have another of your goddamned babies. You make me sick-sick to my stomach!"
"No sicker than you make me, you filthy slut Just remember, I still got the name you need-I'm the Felton, and I'm the one who's gonna set the divorce terms after that land is mine! After that Brock is welcome to your brainless ass. Now, just try to think for once in your miserable life. Exactly how long has she been gone? Where could she possibly be?"
"I told you she left at around 10:30-11:00. How the hell would I know where she went without even a change of clothes, not even a toothbrush, or a penny to her name. She hasn't got any relatives or even friends outside of this town that I know of, and she's not at Marsha's or Sylvia's. I called them both. You're so goddamned smart, you figure it out. You find her!"
"How about that boy she's so crazy about-the Hayden kid-Tommy-you call there?"
"Of course I did, and he's not even in town. He left town yesterday to spend the weekend with relatives in Oregon."
"Yesterday, my ass!" Carl cried. "He left this morning, and he took Patty with him-where in Oregon!?"
"His mother didn't say-she wouldn't tell me--you know she doesn't like us anyway. The Hay-dens are crazy about Pat, but they can't stand us."
"Goddamn her, goddamn her to hell," Carl swore, pacing the floor, and fumbling with a ring of keys that he had absently picked up from the dresser top. "I could kill her-if I get my hands on her, I'll break her goddamned neck"
"Well, if you're through chewing my ass out, I'll go back downstairs and join the party," Betty said sarcastically.
"Go on, get the fuck out of my sight," Carl snarled, tossing the keys into the air. Catching them, he seemed to really look at them for the first time since he had picked them up. He wheeled on his naked wife as she started out the door.
"Who's been up here in my room?" he asked. "Who's been fucking around up here?"
"Nobody," Betty replied tiredly. "Why would anybody come in here but you? I thought you kept the door locked."
"Any key that fits one door up here fits the rest, and you know it. Somebody's been in here. I keep this extra set of keys-my safe deposit box key, post office box key, and cabin keys-in my top dresser drawer, and they were lying on top of the dresser."
"You probably left them there yourself," Betty said; "nobody's been in here but you. You're the one who insisted on us sleeping in separate rooms. Well, I hope you're satisfied, jerking off like a teenager, while I'm getting the best fucking that I've ever had in my life."
Carl hadn't got his nuts off since he had moved out of the master bedroom five days earlier, and Betty's cuttingly sarcastic reminder caused him to wince visibly, and his cock to spring hard in his pants.
"I don't have to jerk off," he growled; "you're still my wife, and I can fuck you any time I want to-but I don't want to, I wouldn't fuck you with somebody else's cock."
"I'd spit in your face," Betty jeered, "you no-fucking mother-fucker; you can't even make me hot, let alone make me come." Then, twisting the knife, she bent way over and spread her voluptuous ass cheeks as far apart as they would go, allowing him to look not only into her gaping, come-filled cunt, but also into the tiny, puckered ring of her asshole.
"Take a good look," she hissed, "and eat your heart out while your buddies do your fucking for you."
Ripping his zipper down, and jerking his cock but, Carl lunged at Betty before she could straighten up. Snaking an arm under her elbow, and clamping his hand behind her neck, he locked her in her bent position with a painful half-nelson.
Her asshole was moist, sweaty, but unlubricated. His cock was already oozing stringy, droplets of stick, crystalline fluid. She had only allowed him to fuck her in the ass before after elaborate preparation, tonguing her there until she was relaxed, smearing it and his cock with thick globs of Vaseline or KY-Jelly.
Now, he was determined to hurt and humiliate her, to take advantage of this opportunity to really show her who was boss. Pressing his cockhead to the puckered, closed orifice, he pushed steadily and forcefully, putting pressure on her neck when she tried to jerk away, lunging inward with all his might. He almost screamed as her fear caused the pain-tightened sphincter to clamp down on the ring around his cockhead, squeezing so tightly that he could neither pull out nor push in farther.
His long overdue orgasm was already bubbling in his balls when he gritted his teeth, rose up on his toes, and slammed his cock into her unbearably hot, excruciatingly tight shit chute. Pulling out to the head, he drove his loins forward again, slithering in her bowels to the hairs, again almost screaming, but now from the pleasure rather than pain. He knew he wouldn't last-couldn't last-more than a minute or two, so he tried to make the most of it, pounding as hard as he possibly could, causing her to scream and fart loudly as he did his damndest to tear her a new asshole. All the way out to the head, and all the way in to the balls, he hammered away, in rapid fire, erratic frenzy.
Only for a moment did he consider jerking his cock out of her asshole and shooting his load into her cunt. Pressing into her anal alley to the limit, he pumped spurt after spurt of thick, slimy gism into her bowels, before pulling out and pushing her roughly out of the door.
Long after Betty was gone, and he had stuffed his pecker back into his pants, Carl stood staring absent-mindedly at the ring of keys that he still held in his hand.
"The cabin keys," he cried softly aloud, "the cabin keys are gone. Ahhhh, so that's the little girl's game-all right Miss smart-ass, you've got a big-assed surprise in store for you."
Carl ran out of the room, down the back stairs, and out of the house. Leaping into his Chrysler New Yorker, he tore out of the drive as though a posse were after him. He didn't slow down until he was cruising down the dirty, cobblestoned streets of the city's harbor. Drunks, prostitutes, college boys, and tourists were going in and out of the garnish, scrubby-looking adult book stores, restaurants, and clip joints.
Carl parked at the curb on a fairly busy side street, and closely observed the men who passed along the sidewalk. He nodded and smiled to himself as a talk broad-shouldered young man wearing cowboy boots and a crumpled ten-gallon hat, approached passersby, asking for a handout.
When the young man came abreast of the big Chrysler, Carl let the passenger window glide down, leaned over, and said, "Hey, sport, you got a light? My goddamn dash lighter seems to be on the blink."
"I'll give you a light for a cigarette," the man said, leaning in the window, the cheap wine on his breath causing Carl to turn his head away.
"Sure thing," Carl grinned, handing him the pack, "keep 'em-I've got more."
"Gee, thanks-uhhh-I ain't had a bite to eat all day-uhh-could you slip me a buck or two for a sandwich and a cup of coffee, buddy?"
"I can do a whole hell of a lot better than that for you," Carl said. "I've got a proposition that'll net you all you can eat, and then some-get in."
The fellow got in, and Carl pulled away from the curb.
"Where're you takin' me?" the man asked.
"To a drive-in restaurant. You can sit in the car and eat while you listen to my proposition."
"Hey, wait a minute. I'm hungry, pal, and Yd do just about anything for a square meal, but--uhhh-you-uhhh--ain't queer, are you? I just can't go that route."
"No, I'm not queer," Carl laughed, "and I'm glad you're not, because all I want you to do is fuck a beautiful, sexy girl, and get paid for it."
"You serious?"
"As serious as cancer. What's your name?"
"Uhh-you can call me Slim."
"Okay, and you call me Pete. Names aren't important. You live around here, Slim?"
"Nawww, I'm from Texas. I landed here on a tanker from the Orient about ten days ago, and my bread was gone the first damn night-goddamn whore clipped me. I got a chance to ship out again next Friday, but I got to keep myself together till then."
"You're just what the doctor ordered," Carl chuckled, pulling into a drive-in restaurant. "Order what you want; don't worry about the price. You eat while I talk, and if you don't go for the deal, just get out of the car and forget it."
Carl waited for the waitress to take Slim's order before continuing.
"You got any buddies-say four or five guys in about the same shape you're in, who'll be leaving the country with you?"
"Hell, yeah, there's about ten or twelve of us waiting for that ship."
"Good-good. I'll need five men besides .you, and what I want you guys to do for me is pull a nice, safe, marathon rape."
"Rape? Are you outta your fuckin' mind, cat? There ain't no such thing as a safe rape."
"This one is. Ill guarantee that nothing can possibly happen to you-there's no way for you to get caught. I don't know you, and you don't know me, and I don't want to even see the other guys that'll be in on it. You'll be raping my wife, and she's in a secluded cabin on private property way up in the mountains. It's safe, I tell you."
"Your wife? You some kind a nut? What's your game, fella?"
"Slim, like a goddamned fool, I went and married a teenaged nymphomaniac. I'm crazy about her, but I can't satisfy her-I'm getting old-too much other stuff on my mind-and Patty is hot as a fresh-fucked fox in a forest fire; she never gets enough cock. What she did was run off up to my cabin with one of her young studs, and I want her back. But while she's up there, I want you guys to go up there and give her so much cock that she'll be glad to wait until I can get around to her from now on-you dig?"
"You got a picture of her?" Slim asked skeptically.
"Sure, right here," Carl said, pulling out his wallet, and showing Slim a full-length, color photo of Pat wearing a bikini
"Gaawwwddamn," Slim drawled. "Man, she's prettier than a speckled pup, and Tsout as sexy as a wide open pussy. Sheeit, if I had the green, I'd pay you for a shot of that. When do we get started, how much is in this gig?"
"Six hundred dollars-two hundred apiece for you dudes. Three hundred tonight, in advance, and three hundred more when the job is done. The cabin is stocked with all the booze you can drink and all the food you can eat. All you guys got to do is put the guy with her out of commission-I don't give a fuck what you do to him-and fuck my wife around the clock. I want a dick in her, even when she's asleep."
"She on me pill?"
"Naw, she had an operation-can't have babies, so shoot her as full of come as you want to. No rough stuff, I don't want her hurt-no ass-fucking or slapping her around. You say your ship sails Friday. Well, stay up there with her till next Wednesday night You can leave first thing in the morning."
"How do we get up there?"
"Here's an extra hundred-rent a car. I've got a map up to my cabin here in the glove compartment. Tie her securely before you leave next Wednesday, meet me right where I picked you up tonight Wednesday night at 9:00, I'll pay you the rest of the money, and then I'll go up and rescue her. Deal?"
Slim was now cramming food into his mouth just as fast as he could stuff it. He stopped long enough to swallow and say, "You got yourself a deal, but if you put us in a trick-you cross us in any shape, form, or fashion, and your ass is grass, and my switchblade is the lawn mower-I'll clean your goddamn plow, fella."