Chapter 8
Elizabeth was insane with sorrow and anger! She ran out of her house, across the beach and up on Mrs. Williamson's porch.
Oh, she didn't know what to do. It was all so terribly sudden, so completely unexpected, so totally unfair!
Like most bullies, Elizabeth didn't understand how people could turn the tables and bully her. True, she had abused Katherine.
But, then, Katherine had deserved it.
And, more importantly, when she had tormented her younger sister, Elizabeth fully expected to get away with it.
She had been counting on two things.
First, the beautiful, womanly sixteen year old blond had counted on her younger sister's silence. She had thought Katherine too shy and too easily embarrassed to tell on her.
She never dreamed the young dark-haired girl would expose her to their father and tel what she had done.
But she had exposed her!
And, secondly, Elizabeth had counted on what she thought was their father's greater love for her, not Katherine.
But she had been wrong in that instance, too. Not just wrong, but seriously and irreversibly wrong!
Why, she wasn't her father's favorite at all!
No, she wasn't. Katherine was. It was now all too obvious.
And to make the beautiful blond's situation even worse than it actually was, she was reading her own judgement of things into the situation and making the whole thing much more bitter and terrible than it actually was.
Richard Shoemaker had no plans to punish Elizabeth further.
It hadn't even occurred to him.
But Elizabeth, being the bully she was, couldn't imagine any reaction but anger and revenge on his part.
Which was too bad.
Because if she had given it any thought at all, Elizabeth would have soon realized that she was actually free and clear; that no further punishment was in store for her, at least not punishment inflicted by her father.
After all, what had she done that would cause him to hurt her?
He had already kicked her around and knocked her out.
After that, he and his daughter Katherine discovered each other and fell immediatlely and desperately in love.
But Elizabeth had no way of knowing that.
Elizabeth had no way of knowing that, even as she stood naked and hesitating and bruised on Mrs. Williamson's porch, Katherine and her father were lost in the thrills of their love-making.
And lost they were.
After Elizabeth had run out of the bedroom crying, Katherine asked her father if he wouldn't fuck her ... in the front.
"In the front!" The innocence of that expression really turned big Mr. Shoemaker on!
"Of course I'll fuck you there," he had answered discreetely, deliberately using the word "there" instead of "cunt."
Elizabeth had no idea that her father then pulled his huge, hard, long, thick cock out of Katherine's asshole and slipped off the bed, walking to the sturdy chair in front of the bedroom desk.
He had sat down in it, his stiff hard-on pointing up to the ceiling, hitting against his hard, flat, muscular stomach.
"Come on over here, dear sweet little lover. I want to fuck you there while you sit on my lap."
Little Katherine jumped off the bed and raced over to her waiting father.
She could hardly wait to follow his wonderful instructions. She wanted to please him and do exactly as she was told.
She was wise enough to know that by doing so, she too would experience the most pleasure possible.
Yes, it's too bad Elizabeth didn't see how little Katherine gleefully sat on her father's knees, jacking him off with both hands while kissing him as passionately as she could.
It's too bad Elizabeth didn't see her father lift Katherine up off his knees with his strong arms and hold the young dark-haired girl directly over his huge, throbbing hard-on.
Too bad Elizabeth didn't see the way he slowly but surely lowered Katherine all the way onto his cock, stuffing her young moist, tight, wet pussy with his thrilling fourteen inches of tube steak!
And it's too bad Elizabeth didn't see how thrilled Katherine was, how she vibrated and trembled with pleasure; how she leaned forward and-even as her father pumped in and out, in and out of her tight pussy-licked his hard, sensitive nipples with her hot, wet tongue.
Yes, it was too bad!
Because if she had seen all that, and if she had read the situation correctly, she would have immediately realized that neither her father nor her sister had any seriously bad feelings about her.
They didn't.
Both the father and the young girl simply thought of Elizabeth as a bore and a bully whose company they would rather do without.
It was that simple.
But Elizabeth had twisted it all around in her own thinking.
Maybe it was all the Old Bushmill's she drank. Maybe it was the great feeling of guilt that was overwhelming her. Maybe it was the effect of the LSD that she had dropped just before stuffing her sister's holes full of huge rubber dildoes.
And now the silly bully of a girl was thinking that her father hated her and that if she went back home, he would start beating her again!
The thought of getting beaten in so cruel a fashion terrified her and gave her the courage to knock on Mrs. Williamson's door.
She waited for several minutes, shivering in the cool breeze that came waving in from the water of Moosehead Lake.
Anxious, Elizabeth looked through the windows of Mrs. Williamson's substantial house. There were no lights on.
But the redheaded woman with the boy's haircut had to be home!
After all, her visitors' cars were parked all over her driveway. And she could hear the stereo blaring out the songs of Janis Joplin.
She could hear muted voices and seemed to be hearing what she thought was the sound of many women laughing.
She knocked on the redwood door again, this time harder and longer.
That caused some kind of reaction in the closed, dark house.
The record player was turned down. There seemed to be a great deal of sudden movement within the walls of the elegant house.
And then she heard it. Footfalls were approaching the door she stood in front of. A latch was being undone. The doorknob was being turned.
"Elizabeth!" Mrs. Williamson cried in surprise!
"Oh, Mrs. Williamson," Elizabeth moaned, falling into the sturdy woman's arms.
Without asking any more questions, Mrs. Williamson half-led, half-carried the exhausted young blond girl through the darkened kitchen and into the living room.
It was lit only by a fireplace.
But the outlines of several women could be seen. They were sitting in couples and threesomes all around the place, half-hidden by shadows and the flickering fire.
It embarrassed Elizabeth greatly, and she tried to pull away from Mrs. Williamson and beat a hasty retreat.
But the big, powerful woman was having none of it!
"You're hysterical!" she told Elizabeth firmly, and she wrestled her to the loveseat nearest the fireplace.
Once there, she put her strong arms around the trembling girl and pulled her into her fleshy body.
All the while she talked, one or more of the women (she wasn't sure) brought her strong mixed drinks.
They stood by her side and in back and in front of her as she told them all about how she had decided to abuse Katherine and make the young, beautiful girl her slave.
Then she told them about the drugs and the dildoes and the unexpected arrival of their father and what he did to her, and then what he and Katherine were now doing.
The women seemed very interested and very sympathetic. Even as she talked, they began stroking Elizabeth's beautiful long hair.
Then many wonderfully soothing womens' hands starting massaging her beautiful body with a rich lotion that had been somehow heated to a soothing degree.
Elizabeth was floating off in a cloud of comfort and satisfaction. After all that she had done and after all that had happened to her, she suddenly felt secure and safe and loved.
Love?!
Elizabeth suddenly sat bolt upright!
The unseen women were doing more than massaging her!
They were making love to her!
The shock of it made Elizabeth feel sick with terror. She didn't want to be made love to by women, especially strange women she didn't know from Adam.
That she should have used Katherine was all right. That made sense. But they were using her! And that she didn't like at all!
In fact, she downright hated it!
She stood up in front of the plush loveseat she had been lounging in and shouted at them. Her magnificent sixteen year old body looked better than it ever did in the crimson glow of the flames in the fireplace.
If there had been more light in the room, the women and Mrs. Williamson could have seen that part of the red on Elizabeth's skin was due, not to the heat of the fireplace, but to her anger and sense of having been abused in a sneaky and underhanded manner!
"You filthy lesbians!" she screamed.
"Now see here!" Mrs. Williamson objected, getting to her feet. "I'll have no talk like that!"
"Well, they are filthy perverts, aren't they!" Elizabeth screamed again.
"They are my friends!" Mrs. Williamson shouted back, the anger in her voice rising as quickly as a fierce summer storm.
"Then you're a dirty lesbian, too!" Elizabeth shouted at the short-haired woman she had come running to for help.
"Yes! Yes, I am!" Mrs. Williams shouted back at her, grabbing Elizabeth by the arm and squeezing it.
God, she was as strong as Richard Shoemaker.
And she was twice as nasty when she was pushed to anger.
And Elizabeth had done more than merely push Mrs. Williamson to anger. She had pushed her to fury!
And to sexual passion!
"Let go of me, you creep!" Elizabeth moaned, but she couldn't free herself.
"Why don't you slap the silly little bitch in the mouth," a deep female voice suggested from out of the dark shadows.
"Yeah!" another woman agreed. "Slap her in the mouth and have her eat your pussy out!"
"No!" the deep-voiced woman objected! "Let me hit her for you! Then she can work on my cunt! I like 'em young!"
Suddenly, Katherine felt a hand with long fingernails reach inbetwen her legs from in back and grab her precious pussy!
At that same moment, Mrs. Williamson pulled the frightened bully of a girl into her arms and started kissing her passionately.
With a shock, Elizabeth realized for the first time that Mrs. Williamson was barely dressed.
She had on nothing but a sheer nightgown and beneath that there was no bra or girdle or panties.
How did she know about the panties?
Mrs. Williamson had forced Elizabeth's hand between her big tree-like legs and was making the girl work her fingers in and out, in and out of her big womanly cunt!
"Mmmmm," Mrs. Williamson groaned.
Some one else was in on it, too. They were kneeling down in back of Elizabeth and licking her asshole with a hot, wet tongue.
Elizabeth almost fainted with the tidal wave of sensations that were overwhelming her!
Talk about from out of the frying pan and into the fire!
The woman with the long fingernails was driving her pussy crazy! The juices had started flowing again, and the blond girl rocked back and forth between pleasure and pain as the sharp nails explored the innermost secrets of her pussy with relentless curiosity.
The woman kneeling behind her had stopped licking her outer asshole and was now shoving that hot, wet tongue deep into the puckered, but throbbing and thrilling opening.
Mrs. Williamson was almost breaking the young blond girl's wrist as she forced the girl to give pleasure to her drooling cunt.
The hot juices were pouring all over Elizabeth's hand and, as much as she long to, she could not work her hand free.
And with a thrill that was a strange combination of horror and anticipation, Elizabeth suddenly realized that the women were going to make love to her and have her make love to them ... whether or not she wanted to!
In short, Elizabeth suddenly realized that she was being raped.
The knowledge of what was happening to her gave Elizabeth a physical strength she hadn't fully used before.
She swung into action, using her fists and fingernails and knees as weapons against her captors.
But it was useless, it was hopeless!
All the women jumped on the struggling girl at the same time. They slapped her. They punched her. They kicked her. They pulled her hair out by the tuffs and handfuls!
The beat her into the ground, and even then they didn't stop, not until several of them kicked her as hard as they could for long, long minutes that seemed as if they would never end.
Finally, sobbing in terror and begging for mercy, Katherine said, "No more, please! No more! I'll do whatever you want me to!"
"You bet you will, you god-damned stuffy bitch!" Mrs. Williamson shouted, reaching down and grabbing Elizabeth by the wrist.
She twisted it hard and forced the weeping girl to her feet. Then she pulled Elizabeth's arm around her back and shoved the wrist up toward the blond girl's head as far as it would go.
The pain was incredible, more than can be realistically described.
"Please!" Elizabeth begged, and meant it.
"That's right! 'Please! That's just what you're going to do: Please! First you're going to please me. Then you're going to please my friends! And just you remember, Elizabeth! When it's all over and done with, it's your own fault! You asked for it!"
And with that, Mrs. Williamson dragged and kicked the sobbing girl into her bedroom. The big woman slammed the door behind her. When she locked it, the fun really began!
Elizabeth was a different person, ever after.