Chapter 9
"You don't seem to care too much about this at all, do you?" he asked her, as she sat across from him at the table, eating.
"I care as much as I possibly can, Fred," she said. "You know how much the two of us got along to begin with. So how can I care so much?"
"You fucking bitch," he said to her and he really wanted to slap her across the face, but just then, the doorbell rang.
When the butler came into the dining room, he announced that it was the detective coming back to see them again. The handsome blond man stepped into the room and as he smiled at Betty, she smiled back.
Fred noticed the way her face seemed to light up when she saw him.
His name was Henry Harris and he had been on the case since Roni had been kidnapped. That had been three days back and this afternoon, he was looking much more hopeful than he usually did. He sat down at the table and did have something to eat when Betty asked if he'd like to join them for lunch.
He started to tell them about Roni's boyfriend, Bobby.
He had gone to see the boy last night and when they had talked, Bob' remembered something about a truck. He remembered Roni being somewhat suspicious about seeing this truck parked across the street from her school and even following her.
Fred looked right at Betty when the detective said that and he noticed the way she started to get a little bit tense.
'The boy said that he thought it was some kind of a farm truck."
"I see," Fred said. "So chances are good that she's being held on some kind of a farm. But that doesn't help us at all, does it?"
"No," Harry said to the man. "But this does. Bobby remembered some of the license plate number. He's not sure about the last digit. But he says that he is absolutely positive about the first three. So we have a choice of ten other numbers."
"Well that shouldn't be hard to trace, should it. We can trace all those plates and find the one that's on a truck."
"It'll take a while. The police have so many tracers out."
"I can have it done in a matter of hours," Fred said. "When you have money, you usually end up having some good connections. Excuse me for a couple of minutes and I'll make a couple of phone calls."
And he left the dining room, knowing that he was leaving that cat-like wife of his with a man that she obviously had the hots for.
When Betty was alone with Harry, she slid her hand over to his.
"I want you to know that we appreciate everything that you're doing."
"Yes, I'm sure," he said to her and he felt the way she was rubbing the back of his hand with her fingers, almost as if she was coming on.
Then she pulled her hand away and stood up. She asked him if he had seen their pool, and if he might be in the mood for a dip.
It was a hot, muggy day and when he stood near the pool, he sighed.
"I wish I had my suit. Then I could really feel refreshed."
"Well Fred has some extra ones in the cabana. Go put one of his on."
He smiled at her and nodded his head, then walked into the cabana.
She stood outside for a few seconds and started to think about how long it would take him to take off his jacket, shirt and pants.
And she timed it perfectly, because when she walked in, he was standing there in the nude, just getting ready to pull his suit on. He had a nice strong looking body, at least ten years younger than her husband's.
He seemed to be shocked when she stepped into the cabana.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were finished," she said, but he saw the way she was looking at his cock shaft and he began to stir.
Betty was, after all, still one hot looking lady. When she saw his cock starting to rise, she moved right over to it and reached or it. She grasped it firmly, then started to slide her hand up and down his shaft.
She could feel the heat emanating from the cock shaft and when he moaned a little bit, she got right on her knees and started to suck him.
"But what about your husband?" he asked her.
But she didn't think that he would mind and she didn't want to pull her mouth away from his cock for even a few seconds to tell him as much.
Because she and Fred hadn't made it in the longest time. They hadn't made it with each other since the night that he caught her tying up Roni. The only time she had gotten it on since that night had been when she went to see Abby and Clem.
So she was horny as hell and she had been attracted to Harry from the first moment she laid eyes on him. She had lusted after him and now that she finally had his cock under her control and his cock was rock hard, she was going to make him come.
The only thing was she wanted him to come in her cunt, too.
"How many rounds can you usually go?" she asked him, pulling her mouth away from his cock for a matter of seconds. "How many rounds?"
"I don't know," he told her. "It depends on how turned on I am."
"Well, I want to suck a load from you and then I want you to fuck me."
"Fine. I can do that," he said and she sucked his cock right back between her lips, sliding her lips up and down the shaft.
She flicked her tongue along the underside of his cock and after only a few more seconds of skilled sucking, she felt him starting to throb.
She knew, for sure, that he was going to come then, for she could also smell the way his pubic patch was starting to get that musky odor. He was sweating more and more and his throbbing cock exploded in her mouth.
She sucked out every last drop of his cream and then she slid her lips all the way down his shaft, holding the entire cock between her lips. She felt his heated balls rubbing against her chin and liked how that felt.
Then she pulled her mouth back and stood up. She untied the top of her halter blouse and it fell away in front, exposing her large tits. Then she slid out of her shorts and panties and she heard him letting out a low moan.
He moved his fingers to her cunt and began to play with her.
"I don't know if this is right," he said. "Your husband can be out here any second, looking for us. I don't think he'd like this."
"Nonsense. He knows I'm hot for you. We've talked about it. He told me that he wouldn't mind it if I got it on with you."
It was a lie, but he didn't have to know that. It was the kind of lie, she knew, that would make him feel more relaxed.
"But there really isn't any time for you to eat me, as much as I'd get into it," she said. "So just fuck me now, up against the wall."
She loved the wooden walls of the cabana and as she backed up against it, she saw him moving closer to her. His hard cock was sticking straight out and when he slid it near her cunt lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
She lifted herself up a little bit and as he pressed her back against the wall, she locked her legs around his buttocks.
Then he started to thrust his cock in and out of her.
She could feel the way his heated cock shaft was making great rubbing contact with her clit and she started to moan when she felt her clit throb and then her cunt spasm like crazy. She moved her lips to his and kissed him hard, pressing her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it and that turned her on, too.
She felt the sweat from his chest as he pressed it against her tits. Her whole body was bursting with sweat now, too. She also felt it on his ass and she was having trouble keeping her legs gripped tightly, because they kept sliding all over.
When he began to throb inside of her, she felt the way her cunt spasmed real hard around his prick. She knew that he was not going to be able to hold back and thought that it could have gone on just a little longer.
But it was ending. He was starting to come inside of her and she closed her eyes and thought about the taste of Abby's sweet pussy.
She thought about how much she loved it when Abby sat on her face and ate her and her cunt began to spasm real hard around his cock shaft. As she felt her cunt walls gripping his cock, she knew that he was getting turned on. She felt his hands sliding to her buttocks, arid as he slapped them a little bit, her cunt began to spasm around him some more.
But then, ever so slowly, he pulled himself out of her and she slid her feet back down to the floor so she was standing and leaning back against the wall. He took a few steps back and looked at her rather shyly.
Then he slid into the bathing suit and walked out of the cabana.
He jumped into the refreshing water, which was even more refreshing after this hot fuck he'd just been involved in. When he surfaced, he could see Fred coming out from the house and he looked toward the cabana.
Betty was just coming out, looking soaked from sweat.
"Hi, hon," she said, waving to her husband. "We decided that we were going to have ourselves a swim, because it's just too hot outside."
And he did nod his head, but as he looked at her, then back at Harry, he knew. It was so damn obvious. And he was thinking, she really is a whore at heart. She was a whore when I met her and she still is.
She jumped into the pool and when shy surfaced, he could see Fred bending down near the edge of the pool, talking to Harry.
When they both looked at her, she could feel a chill run through her body. They were looking at her, almost as if they knew.
Harry finished his swim, then went into the cabana to change back into his clothing. There were towels inside for him to dry himself off.
When he came back out, he and Fred walked to the front door and Fred showed him out. Then he came back to the pool, to talk to Betty.
"So," he said, as he stood near the edge of the pool and she floated on her back, "tell me, was he a good lay, Betty?"
"Yes," she said to him. "One of the best I've had in some time."
"I guess anything is better than what you've had," he said. "I'm sorry I'm not fucking you as much as you like to be fucked. But you've been such a bitch recently that thinking about fucking you turns me off instead of on."
He could see that he had hurt her by saying something like that, but he didn't really care. He did not like the way she was dealing with this kidnapping. She didn't seem to care at all about Roni and he was suspecting why.
"What about the license plates?" she asked him.
"You would like to know about that, wouldn't you?" he asked her and she tried to act like she didn' know what he meant.
For the next half an hour or so, she stayed in the pool, because he was sitting on a chair near the side and she was scared to get out. Then he stood up and went into the house and she got out of the pool as fast as she could.
She wrapped herself up in a large towel and walked into the den.
She closed the door as quietly as she could and then she picked up the telephone and dialed. She let it ring twice, hung up, then dialed again.
"Yes, Betty," Abby said, when she picked up the phone.
"How are things going there?" Betty asked her.
"Very good. But I'm telling you, she doesn't have to be taught to be a sex slave. She is quite willing. Of course, I wonder how willing she would be if she wasn't bound. But because she is, she's been going along with everything we've done."
"That's good," Betty said. "'But I've called you about something really important. Look, they figured out that the truck was yours and they have the license plate numbers. Now you have to change your plates, fast."
"Oh, God. And I thought you said we weren't going to get into any trouble."
"You won't. You won't. Take my word for it."
"All right. But keep me informed as to what's going on," Abby said.
When Betty hung up the phone, she turned and started to leave the den. But suddenly, the door opened and Fred was walking into the room. He had his hands behind his back and he had a wicked smile on his face.
"Interesting conversation, Betty," he said to her. "I was wondering when you were going to make the call. And you made it, sure enough."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said to him and suddenly he pulled his hands out from behind his back and when he raised one hand, she could see that he was holding a thick leather whip in it.
He lashed it right out at her flesh and because all she had on was a bathing suit and a towel, she felt the hard cutting sting.
He moved closer to her and he pushed her down on her knees in front of him. Then he took the leather whip and started to wrap it around her neck. He pulled it as hard as he could, until he heard her choking.
"Now where are they holding her?" he said, in an angry tone. "I want you to tell me where they're holding her. Because if you don't, then I'm going to see to it that your fucking ass is thrown in jail. Along with your friends. But if you do tell me, we'll just forget all about his little incident, all right?"
She could not inhale at all. He had pulled the leather too tight and she had gasped and in doing so, had exhaled a lot of her air.
And she could not inhale to take in more air. Her eyes even started to bulge out of her head a little bit and he could see it.
"All right, I'll tell you," she said to him and she started to tell him where the farm that they owned was located.
When he heard her, he smiled. Then he pulled his dick out of his pants and as he let her breathe more, he rammed it into her mouth.
He wasn't even hard when he first shoved it into her mouth, but he was furious and he fucked her hard, with a great deal of anger. Each time that he rammed it into her throat he could hear her choking on it.
"Yeah, you love this, don't you?" he asked her. "You do love it, right?"
She shook her head up and down and he began to smile.
"And I believe that you arranged this whole thing for one reason only. So that she could become a willing sex slave. But who do you want her to serve, bitch? Do you want her to serve you, or do you want her to serve me?"
Of course, she could not answer with his cock in her mouth, but as he asked her, she could feel tears streaming down her cheeks.
A few seconds later, she felt his cock starting to throb in her mouth. But he didn't even come in her mouth. He pulled himself out and jerked himself off, the come landing all over her face and her hair and her neck.
Then he stuffed himself back in his pants and before she even knew it, he was gone. He stormed out of the den and a few seconds later, she heard the revving engine of his sports car, starting up, then fading in the distance.