Chapter 11
The back of Zora's little bos was enclosed, with thick curtains all around. The floor was all one big mattress from the back of Zora's seat to the back door. Artie put her down, not gently, and climbed in the back with her. The drug was working now-the second dose, she was sure of it-and she couldn't even sit upright without help. As it turned out this was no big thing with Artie. He didn't want her to sit upright
"Hey, Zora," he said as he turned over Nan's unresisting body onto her side. "You're such a lousy driver I had to figure a new position out For gettin' blown, I mean."
"You do it side-to-side," he said. He was trying to take Nan's dress off. The zipper was stuck; with a low curse he ripped it up the side. Then, the action having released some small urge to violence in him, he yanked the shreds off her body and tore each of them down all the way, throwing the remnants into a dark corner of the car.
"How's that?" Zora said. Something outside-must have scared her; she slammed on the brakes, then, just as hastily, hit the acceleration again. "Fuckin' son of a bitch," she said.
"I discovered it the night we drove those two fruits home. After Norton's party. I got bored so I banged the blond one-what the fuck was his name? Harley, Charley, somethin' tike that-in the back here. First off I tried puttin' him on hands and knees in front of me. It didn't work. You hit one of those potholes, he almost bit my dick off. I said no way, sweetie, we gotta figure somethin' else out. So I did this little number where I lie down on my side and I put the fag's head on my thigh, right?" He was suiting the action to the word with Nan. She tried to move her arms. It was like trying to hurry up a movement under water.
"Anyhow, here's his head on my lap and his body stickin' out at a sharp angle to me. And he can blow away all he wants, and it don't matter how dumb you are behind the wheel. He wasn't bad either." He told Nan brusquely, "Better open up, baby, daddy wants to paint you tonsils," She obeyed. It was all she could do to get her mouth open when she told it to, much less get any really complicated action going. She couldn't have resisted if she'd tried.
The car hit a terrific bump. Sure enough, it didn't jog Artie's thick cock, hard as a breadstick, out of Nan's lips. She wasn't much fun, though, it appeared. "Hey," he said. "Suck, God dammit."
"Mmmmmf," she said. She opened her mouth wide and tried to tell him she couldn't. She couldn't get coordinated enough to do anything, anything at all. It was very dark in the back of the van and she was having strange visions.
In the vision she was back on the bed in St. Tropez, fanny in the air, her front supported by hands and knees, getting her rear end reamed by one of them-what was the name? She couldn't remember any more; perhaps it didn't matter-and having the other one force that immense tube of his down her throat, one inch at a time. The difference was that it didn't hurt, back there. It only hurt when the front-end one, she couldn't remember his name either, started fucking her mouth hard, hard, battering her mouth and throat with hard lunges of his rock-hard buttocks. Or was that Artie instead? Which was the dream? The bed in St Tropez seemed more real, more brightly tit more colorful, so she concentrated on that
Anyhow, there she was, skewered at both ends tike a chicken on a rotisserie, and in her dream all the people she knew, all the people she'd ever known, were standing around her in a circle looking on, chatting, making comments. People said things like:
"Oh, look, he's got it all in, in Her ass, right up to the hair. Don't you suppose that hurts?"
"There, now. Now, you've got it, Frenchie, sock it to her. Fuck her up the chute, boy. God, I'd like a piece of that myself."
"Maybe they'll give her to you afterwards."
"How does she get all that dick in her throat like that?"
"It's an old parlor trick. She does it with mirrors."
"Nan, darling, would you suck me off like that? When you're done there?" (That was Ed. She wanted to say "Yes, Ed, please help me, m do anything, I love you, please help me;" but in the brightly lit dream she was as helpless to help herself, to resist, in any way as she was in the dark dream where the cruel man was raping her in the mouth in the back of a truck.)
"Nan, where are you? I cant see. I cant see, Nan." (That was Mary Alice. Nan could say nothing. She was helpless, helpless, helpless.)
And all the time, here she was, this ridiculous spectacle, on view like a sideshow freak, and people were doing these frightening and vile and humiliating things to her, and she could do nothing, nothing, to help herself. It was just too bad....
"This broad is the worst fuck in the mouth I ever had," Artie said. "What the goddamn hell did you give her another couple of the pills for? She was so freaked out she couldn't keep her eyes open already."
But of course that wasn't true. The only thing she could do was open her eyes. She just couldn't see anything out of them. Blind, blind, just like Mary Alice. In the meantime her hands and feet didn't seem to work, and this big thick thing kept battering her in the mouth. Her nose seemed to be running. It hurt a little, too. Maybe her nose was bleeding. If d serve him right if she got mess all over his mattress. If d serve him right.. .
She got what seemed to be some sort of second wind when they took her, naked and shivering, out of the car to walk her to the beach house. They got her legs to working a little, although they buckled a couple of times and simply refused to hold her weight It'd be all right Zora said. She'd seen a lot of people through a trip tike this. She'd get over it "Artie," she said over Nan's head, "give her your sweater, she's cold. Jesus, I'm cold myself. The fog's in nice and heavy tonight"
"Aw, balls. Nobody's gonna see her. Buck nekkid people go by here all the time."
"She's cold, Artie."
"Christ we're almost there."
She stubbed her toe once and it hurt and hurt but nobody would let her stop. By and by, though, they came to a door and after Artie fumbled with some keys and Zora swore bitterly at him they all went inside, and it was better in there.
I'll make a fire. I still got some of that wood we brought down from Topanga."
"Okay. Coffee?"
"Yeah. You're right if s cold."
"Lemme put something over her first"
"Okay, you don't want her to get a cold in her cunt and go blaming it on us."
"Oh, look, you bloodied her nose."
That was you and your stinking driving."
"I thought you had the perfect foolproof position."
"Go make the goddamn coffee."
"What the fuck do you mean go swimming?" "I feel yummy. I want to go soak it in the ocean." The sun ain't even up yet."
"Sure it is. Look, I'll pull the curtain."
"Christ. Close that thing."
"See? I want to go take a dip. It's dawn."
"So go soak your ass. I wanta sleep."
"You always wanta sleep. You faggot"
"Stop callin' me that"
"Faggot, faggot, faggot"
"Whatta you gonna do with her?"
"You mind her."
"I'm goin' to sleep."
"Damn you." The woman came over to Nan, who was sitting up, naked, on the bed where they'd left her. They'd done a lot of things with her and to her and some of them had been fun and some of them had hurt She was all right now, though. "Annie," the woman said. Nan couldn't remember her name. "Annie, you want to go take a run with me on the beach? You don't have to go in the water. Just come run with me. It's fun."
"Yes," Nan said, "it's fun."
The woman put a tight little robe over her; she was going out naked herself, she said, it was good for the skin. "Here, you hold the towel for me." And the woman helped her out the door to the deck and down on the sand. It felt good between her toes. The morning tight was very, very dim through the fog, but it was light ah right
"Come run, Annie."
Nan followed her, watching the girl's round bottom wiggle as she ran. After a nice long run of it the girl dived into the surf with a squeak Nan kept running.
She might have kept on running, for miles and miles and miles, if she hadn't got her feet all tangled up in the robe and fallen down. Once she'd fallen down it wasn't so easy to get up. Her head was swimming. She saw the wet girl come running up, mad as blazes.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" she said.
Nan didn't answer. She didn't even know where she was.
"Can she feed herself?"
"How the hell do I know? Ask her."
"When I ask her she don't say nothing."
"Maybe I ought to help her or something. Here, III swap you. You hang the decorations, I'll feed the baby."
"Where are the costumes."
"Yours is in the closet, next to your jumpsuit I still got to do some sewing on mine."
"What about her?"
The woman giggled. "She's wearing it...less a few little frills."
"Buckass nekkid?"
"Yeah, only with little gold chains. She's gonna be a Roman slave."
"Hey, that's groovy. Hand people drinks and stuff."
"Right She seems to be able to hold things now without dropping 'em."
"What is that slut she took, anyhow?"
T don't know the Latin name. Too long anyhow.
That doesn't matter. What matters is it makes you...what's the word...suggestible."
"Amenable."
"Yeah."
"Far out"
"I guess I gotta do a few things with her. Wash her up. A little makeup wouldn't hurt maybe. Blushing virgin stuff."
"Zora, you are a groove."
"Artie, you old fart, you're gettin' a little old for that dumb-ass hippie talk."
"Everybody I know talks that way. Young an' old And besides, look who's talkin' about bein' old. You got five years on me easy."
"Now look what you did, you dumb bastard. It's all unbalanced to the left To your left, there."
"No it ain't"
"Sure it is. Get down and look."
"Look at yourself. I never saw anything like that Grown-up woman, sittin' there on your lap, bare ass nekkid, bein' fed Grape-Nuts Flakes one spoonful at a time."
"Never a dull moment, I always say. Never a dull moment around ol' Zora's house."
The chains didn't really hurt. They were actually kind of pretty, on her tanned skin, and they didn't have any sharp edges to cut or bind. They did get in the way if you tried to walk with normal stride, being hobble-short between her ankles; but with a little mincing step (slaves always walked that way, Zora said, and they never said anything to anybody or looked anybody directly in the eye unless they were spoken to first; she'd read that in a book somewhere). The wristlets were far enough apart on their own little chain to allow her to carry the little tray with the drinks on it. It was kind of fun; she smiled at Zora when she was being primed on what to do.
"Look, Artie, I...."
"Yeah?"
"Maybe I better not put the chick through this." "Oh, Jesus Christ"
"No, really. What if she freaks? What if...."
"God damn. You're not gonna chicken out on me now, are you? Stop playin' the fuckin' mama hen and come help me set up the buffet table."
"Oh, all right.. . "
"Damn right, all right. You thought up the fuckin' thing, you go through with it. Hell, look at her. She's smilin'. She's enjoyin' it."
Artie was wearing a sort of Steve Reeves outfit that showed off his massive upper chest and his thick muscular legs. With his trimmed beard he kind of looked like Steve Reeves. Zora wore her Salome outfit, she called it. It was marvelously flattering to her figure. She had a plaster jewel in her navel and more jewels on her bare toes. She looked exotically beautiful. What fun it would be! And here she was, with all the lovely little gold things on her body, here and there, and little tinkly chains with gold bells on them. The thick rug felt nice under her feet.
Artie turned off the overhead lights on now, and the hi-fi came up at the same time as the black-tight show. It was so lovely! With ah the little dancing lights and everything! And the music was deep and sensuous and gorgeous: something from a big-budget movie, she guessed. Very, very heavy in the strings, heavy enough to allow someone to give the tune at the second time it came around to a pair of French horns. She liked the French horns. She'd had a crush on a boy in high school who played the French horn in the school orchestra, only she hadn't told him, he was from the other side of town and they didn't mix with the Polacks after school much.
"Answer the door, Artie."
"Hell, get the chick to answer it"
"Oh. Oh, sure. What better way to get a party off to a good start?"
Zora came along, though, and told her to bow her head when she opened the door. Just bow your head, honey, and step back with your hands folded to let them through. She stood behind Nan to see everyone's reaction.
"Well how do you dooooooo?"
"Why, looky here, Nettie. Ain't that a hell of a way to get a party off to the right start?"
"Look, there's Zora. Howdy, Zora. HOW-DEE THERE, SWINGERS!"
"Hello, Fred. There's only me and Artie so far. And...our little slave here, as you see. Go on in the back and find yourself a drink."
"Why sure. Sure, Zora. Nice to see you, honey. My, my. That was a right nice little surprise. Ain't nobody gonna believe that back in Dallas."
"Ain't she a pretty little tiling, Fred? Look at them cut little titties."
"Right near eatin' size."
"Everything's eatin' size to you, you old goat"
"Fuckin' ay, Nettie. An' you know you couldn't get enough of it if you tried."
"Oh, you old fool!"
It was fun for a while. But when the place got really crowded people started jostling her-it was the rock and roll music, really, and people kept trying to dance to it and that meant a lot of sharp elbows in her ribs-and she dropped a tray, not once but twice, and spilled everything. Down on her knees, trying to pick it op, she started to cry. Somebody in a clown suit got down on his knees with her.
"Hey, don't feel bad, cutie. Take some of this. It'll make you feel fine." He dropped a powder in his drink and helped her drink some of it "Thass right. Drink up. Everybody gotta feel fine, everybody gotta have a little fun."
She didn't say anything. The drink had tasted really strange. Strange.
"Say, you're kind of cute, you know that? And that's a real original outfit you got on, you know? My name's Sammy. Would you like to go out on the deck for a minute with me?"
She tried to stand up; her head swam. She couldn't seem to get her feet under her for a minute. Then something happened in her head and it got to be easy again. It was all very odd.
"You hear me, honey? Would you like to go outside?"
"Sure I'd like to go outside. Yes, yes, that'd be fine." All of a sudden everything seemed to be a bit clearer to her. And she understood. Nothing could hurt her. Nothing could reach her. So she might as well do anything, anything for kicks, anything anybody asked her nice about
Outside was real funny. It was like it was cold but it wasn't She could feel the goose bumps on her naked skin but there was a sort of layer of something on her that kept her from really feeling awful despite the fog and the chill. It was kind of nice, really.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Well, gee, I...I mean...."
"Maybe I ought to suck you off. That's what everybody seems to want That's what everybody seems to be doing in the bedroom and the bathroom and the kitchen."
"Why, look here, I..."
"Here, let me. Oh, how nice. That's a nice little one. That won't be any trouble at all. I bet I can get it all in without gagging. Oh, see, how nice and hard it's getting. Oh, say, that's cute. Look, let me put it in my mouth now. You just stand there and hold on to the piling. I'll get down on my knees again. See? I'm a slave on her knees before you."
Sammy's dick really was quite small, but it got nice and bard as she licked on it innocently, like a child licking a popsicle. She diligently licked up and down one side, then the other. She kissed all around the circumcised head of it; she knew this tickled nice and would please him. Then she put it in her mouth and started to suck.
He moved his hips a little. She took it out of her mouth. "No, let me, please. I'm your slave. I have to do all of it. You just stand there. I'll do all of it. It's part of the game. It's part of what I have to do." She smiled angelically up at him. It was strange, very strange. She felt just like a little bitty girl who has just been invited into grownup games and is eager to please. What fun she was having!
Now she began to suck on his cock in earnest. It wasn't difficult; it was, after all, quite small and easy to manipulate in her mouth. It was a lot more fun than these big thick things; it was maybe like sucking off a little boy. She liked it. She must remember to thank him for the opportunity.
He was wearing cut-off pirate pants; she unbuttoned the rest of his fly and the top button, too, and pulled his pants down to his ankles, so she could grip his buttocks with her hands and really get down to it Her head bobbed back and forth crazily. How nice they'd planned things! The chain was just long enough to allow her to reach her hands around in back of him and grab his fanny this way.
Her teeth scraped him lightly. He shuddered. "Oh, God," he said. "Do that some more." She started giving him all sorts of gentle little bites all over it, particularly around the head of it, with her sharp little teeth.
His buttocks jumped; his anus was flexing and relaxing, she knew. He was really enjoying this. Now she'd scrape with her teeth and then lick where she'd scraped. His fanny was beginning to tremble; it was covered with goose bumps from the cold salt air. Okay, she thought, lets give him a good one. And her head went to work, bobbing and wiggling from side to side as her lips slid up and down the length of his little cock and her tongue gave the underside a long, slow rub every time she withdrew....
In a moment he reached his limit. "Oh, honey, oh, that's fine, I can't stand it, no, baby, oh, stop it, oh, stop it now, oh God, oh Christ...OHHHHHHHHHHr
He didn't hold very much either. She swallowed all that he had to give, ticked his little cock dry, and kissed his hands before getting up to smile demurely at him-the way Zora said a slave was supposed to do-and go back inside. That stuff he'd given her made her feel wonderful, just wonderful. She wanted to go inside and do everybody, just everybody, at the party. She wanted to go find the big buck nigger from the Cop Story cast that Artie had talked about and get fucked up the ass by him. She wanted Artie to put it all on videotape so they could all play it back the next day and get hot from watching it. She wanted them to spin her like a bottle and take turns telling her what to do to them.
She stumbled once and fell down. Sammy rushed to help her up but she knew the ankle chains would have to go. She reached down, pulled, strained, and broke them in the middle. She was surprised at how strong she was. She could do anything. She could go all night She could fuck everybody in the world, one, two, or three at a time. After all, it was her job. She was a slave. It was a slave's job to do everybody. It was a slave's job to be a piece of meat for fucking in the mouth and the ass and everywhere, and the more people got pleasure out of watching it happen and getting hot and jacking off to it the better. Only she'd beg them not to jack off all the way. She'd come around afterwards and suck them off, every one. And she'd suck every dick and lick every pussy in the room, and thank them all for it. She was a bad girl and she had to be punished. It was her job.