Chapter 9
Tina had gotten to the shore and was hastily collecting her bikini pieces with the boys hollering and thrashing in the water behind her. She had begun to laugh as she raced nakedly up the path toward the house. It was fun really until she had noticed the lights and heard Kaleb Johnson's savage voice talking to her step-mother.
The terror that had rushed through her was not for herself, but for the twins and even for Anna. Quickly she had run back to the shore to meet the twins who were struggling out of the water and rushing toward her with outstretched arms and half-erect penises.
"Hurry!" she warned. "It's your father! Put some clothes on and keep him busy while I find Todd and Anna!"
With that she had disappeared into the brush like a desert squirrel, still carrying her tiny bits of bikini in her hand. The high chaparral angrily clawed and stung her white naked flesh. Her high-set young breasts swayed and bounced as she ran through the moonlight in an attempt to find them ... but she never did.
Finally she had heard the unmistakable voice again, along with the pleading cries of Bruin and Brian, and the sobbing whimpers of Anna; the truck had started up and left. Only the desert and the moonlight remained. She slipped into her bikini once more and started back toward the cottage. God, she thought, what an utter disaster this party had turned out to be.
Wanda was in the living room, another drink in her shaking hand. Her face was drawn and pale in the wake of intense fear when Tina entered.
"Thank God, you're all right, baby!" her step-mother exclaimed, then sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair. "I was just going to start looking for you ..."
"I hid in the brush when I heard his voice," Tina said, walking into the light to see what damage she had done to her satiny tan. A few red welts and a scratch here and there .. . nothing serious. "Did Todd come back yet?"
"He's in his room . .. looking dreadful. I even think he was crying, Tina ..." Wanda said, her own beautiful eyes visibly moist. "Did anything happen ... I mean, were you doing things?"
"No ... not really," Tina replied evasively. She could see no reason to explain. "But God, Wanda, what a gruesome man he is! If only Daddy had been here . . . ! I thought he was coming tonight."
"He is, darling. He ran into some car trouble. He'll be late, but he's coming," Wanda reassured her, taking a long swallow from her glass. "And
I'm going to demand that he keep that self-righteous brute off this property. My God, those poor kids. . . ! I wonder what he'll do to them."
Tina didn't try to answer her question; she was more interested in her own brother and what had really happened between Anna and him. Had he done it to her? Maybe she had been too scared or too prudish. She hoped so. "I'm going in to see Todd."
"His door is locked, baby," Wanda said, "I think it's better if we leave him alone until he decided to come out. He seemed quite upset."
Tina nodded, following her step-mother's advice. Maybe it would be best to wait awhile ... to let him rest. .. but she was definitely going to him, and this very night! Even the traumatic experience with Mr. Johnson had done nothing to quell the desire that had been surging inside her all day .. . and secretly, perhaps she was glad that the awful man had made his appearance! Now she could have him, her Todd, all to herself. .. Where had she put that pocket flashlight anyway?
Todd lay- stripped on his bed in his room, the moonlight providing the only light through the open window which also served to carry away the sweet smell of the grass he was smoking. His unsatisfied penis was still in a state of semi-erection while a nauseating ache pulsated in his groin.
Christ, he still couldn't believe the way she had turned on him, her luscious body cringing in fear... one minute loving him ... the next, ready to betray him .. . ! Love? Bullshit! Damn her beautiful, hot little ass! What kind of hold was it that such a lunatic could have on his kids? Not that it made a hell of a lot of difference to him anymore; their one night love affair was certainly finished. Todd Falcon would be the last man in the world she would ever want to see again. And if she was that hung up on her old man, he wasn't so sure that he gave a damn anyway! Only... only that was a lie! he realized, dragging deep from the joint in his hand and keeping the smoke down long enough to let its full euphoric effects work to soothe his physical and mental frustrations.
To hell with it.. . with her, the little Judas! It was back to the hookers for him! Leave the unsoiled precious virgins to their goddamned make-believe world and their screwy fathers ... ! Damn ... oh shit! He wanted to bawl! And his lousy cock was still as hard as a broom handle!
Two more vodkas, following Tina's exit to her room, had returned Wanda's frazzled nerves to near normal, besides re-kindling the as-yet unsated lust she had spent the evening building to the brink of perfection. Of course, her booze intake was having its effect on her too, she realized. But she had reached that never-never land where her lecherous libido was taking command over all else.
And Jack, damn him, where was he? It seemed hours since he'd called. Sending her and the kids, up here . .. exposing them to that pervert. . . just because he couldn't face up to the fact that he lusted after his own daughter! Well, she was hot for his son too, and right at that very moment her pussy was like a nest of ants, palpitating with excitement just thinking about him!
God! He had been in his room for over an hour. . . maybe longer, she had lost track of time.. . but she'd heard him unlock his door and go to the bathroom sometime before; and she was sure that he hadn't relocked it when he'd returned .. . and he was lying in there alone... naked probably, his sleek young muscular body stretched out in the breeze by the open window. . . perhaps with his already experienced teen-aged cock hard with frustration and need. And the need that she had and wanted to share would immerse him in her insatiable passion . .. !
Awkwardly, Wanda got up, using chairs and tables to stay on her feet. Lord, she was tight! And how! Woooo . . . ! She smiled to herself foolishly. Not that she needed any extra help for the seduction. But still she stumbled toward her bedroom to undress and rub perfume into her full breasts, experiencing insane little spirals of desire in her already hungrily swollen cuntal lips as she brushed some there, too.
Kaleb Johnson, a razor strap in his calloused hand, stood menacingly over the table in his spartan kitchen while the three young hostages shuddered in their chairs around him.
"Retribution is at hand, you vile excretions of your mother's womb!" he whispered to them. "Do you think for one moment that I haven't known what goes on around here? The Good Lord had better have mercy on your unforgivable sins . .. because I don't intend to! I'm going to skin the very hide off your backs!" He spat viciously at the twins; then, to their sister who sat quietly sobbing, "You slut, I'll show you in another way, the only way your lustful soul will understand! But first... according to His Law, you will confess ... openly to me and before your sister and brother the filth you've all shared in ... then will come the punishment. Speak, damn you, speak!"
Of the three, only Anna did not move as his hand crashed down on the table to emphasize his words. Both Bruin and Brian collapsed in tears of anguish and cowardice. It had occurred to Anna suddenly that there was nothing else this miserable fiend who was her father could do to destroy her. In her frantic fear, she had panicked like a stricken animal rushing for the security of its lair before the hunter; only to find himself in safety and realize that his mate lies naked and wounded out there before the hunter's loaded gun!
Dear God, what had she done to the only person who had ever tried to make her happy, truly blissfully happy? She loved him, and she had left him ... or was it that she was trying to save him ... ?
"We... we didn't do anything, Pa! I swear it!" Brian blurted. "We just swam and stuff.. .! Honest! And if that woman hadn't done what she did to me today, I wouldn't even've been there!"
"What are you saying, boy?" Kaleb shouted, catching his son's forearm in a hammer-lock, causing the boy to wince. "Tell me! What're you saying?"
"Ungh!" Brian winced again at his father's inhuman grasp. "It-It's the truth, I swear it! She ... she caught me in the woods peeing and jumped me from behind! She ... she raped me, Pa ...!"
"God Almighty!" he gasped.
"It's ... true ... true, Pa!" Bruin finally joined in, seeing a way out of his own punishment. "She did the' same to me earlier... when I left to take Anna to Imperial. She was on the private road out of gas, and I poured her some from our jerry-can. Then ... then, she took me into the woods and did things to me! Oh God, on my honor, I swear it!"
"Did things? What things?" the crazed interrogator continued with new interest.
"Things .. . like ... like taking my penis and. .. and putting it in her mouth!" Bruin confessed.
"Sit up, son! This is no time to whimper like a weak-livered woman! Did she ... did she draw out and swallow your seed?"
"Oh, Pa ... !"
"Well, answer me, did she?"
"Yes! Yes, she did!" Bruin shrieked.
"And you, brother of this weasel, did she extract the sperm from your loins?"
"Y-Yes ... yes, she did!" Brian blurted, lowering his head in shame.
"Foul vermin of depravity!" he spat vindictively. "And you, maiden of lust, let me hear your revolting story!"
Anna did not speak. Her brother's cowardly submission had somehow given her strength. Suddenly, she felt her head being jerked from her hands by the hair, and a shrieking pain raced through her head as if she were the victim of an Indian scalping.
"Speak up, you foul bitch!" her father spat viciously. "If you choose to protect your evil brothers! But you'll witness retribution! You'll come with us while we, your brothers and myself, bear the staff of righteousness into that evil place, extracting an eye for an eye, and carrying out the Word of the Lord!"
Brian looked to his brother's pale and frightened face, finding little there but a reflection of his own fears. "What-What do you mean, Pa ... !" he struggled to speak.
"What do I mean? I'll show you! All of you, get back in the pickup! The Johnson family is going to seek vengeance in kind ...!"