Chapter 8

Mary Jane was unable to sleep that night. Her worst fear were coming true. If Ronny Benson wasn't at the hotel the following day, she might well kill herself.

She rose the next morning, bathed quickly, put on a light calico dress, threw on her heavy coat, tugged on her boots and hurried to the lodge. She was there before breakfast, and so had some hot chocolate and bread and butter, herself.

When the guests began to arrive, she hurried to the dining room, her heart in her throat. She began serving, worrying he hadn't returned as he promised he would.

Oh God! Please let him come, please let him come.

And at eight forty five she saw him enter the dining room. A tidal wave of relief swept over her. He was here. Somehow everything would be all right.

"Hi," he said, smiling as he sat, and his smile wiped out all her fears.

"Hi," she smiled back. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Eggs, toast, juice, coffee, and cereal."

"Okay. I'll be working on your floor later on, if you still have the same room as last week."

"I do," he nodded, curious.

"I'd like to speak with you, if it's all right with you. Will you be there?"

"Sure, if you want."

"Please, Mr. Benson, please."

He saw the fright in her eyes and heard the quavering in her voice. She knew he wouldn't let her down.

Breakfast seemed to drag. Mary Jane felt her heart palpitate. She needed to speak with him so badly.

By nine thirty she'd cleared the table and set it for lunch. Then she hurried upstairs and began cleaning the rooms. She knew things would look bad if she just walked into Ronny's room first, before cleaning the ones before it, so she began working her way down. And that was when she encountered the heavy man known as Earl, again. He was in the room before Ronny's, and when she walked in, he was alone and completely naked.

"I'll come back later, sir," she said.

"Hey, wait a minute," he called out, and before she could open the door to leave, he was leaning against it. "You little Padramor cunts are nice little pieces," he told her. "I hear no one ever gets into you broads."

"Please sir, I have my work," she said.

"Yeah, sure, in a few minutes. Right now I wanna know what it'd take to make one of you cunts pull up your dress and yank down your bloomers."

"Sir, I have to go."

"When I say so," he snapped.

"If anyone finds out you've harmed me, you'll not only be banned from coming here again, but might even go to jail."

"Harm you? I ain't gonna harm you, kid. I just wanna feel you a little and get a gander at you. I wanna see what makes your cunt better than those of ordinary girls."

"Let me out of here," she gasped.

"Not till I get a piece of your ass, honey."

"I'll scream," she warned, terrified. "I'll scream, and it'll be heard, and you'll have to face the consequences."

"I'll have to face the consequences," he mimicked. "What the hell kind consequence could there be here, on this little shit island?"

"Rape is punishable anywhere," she muttered, shivering, backing away from him into the room.

"Ain't gonna be no sperm in your pussy, little honey," he smiled. "Hell! I ain't even gonna pop your cherry."

"No," she screamed, only to have her scream cut off as his fingers circled around her throat, choking tightly.

She tried to struggle only to feel his fingers close all the more tightly around her throat. He began dragging her toward the bed, his naked, upstanding erection thwacking against her body as he dragged her.

"You need a few lessons, little twat," he snapped, slapping her face with his free hand while his other hand still held her by the throat. "If I had the time I'd strip y'naked and use my belt on your ass. As it is, I'm gonna have to settle for a feel of your cunt and then you have to make me come."

He threw her on the bed, and she was both too frightened and too hurt to move. His hands reached under her long dress, grabbed for her cotton bloomers, and pulled them down.

To Mary Jane it was a nightmare. She was so terror-stricken, even if she had been able to scream, it would have stuck in her throat. As it was, she was whimpering, lying there on her stomach, feeling her bloomers being skinned off and her dress being rolled up to her hips. The bunching of the dress hurt her belly as she lay on it, and he increased the pressure by jamming a pillow under her stomach.

She could feel his knees forcing her thighs apart, and though she tried resisting, he slapped her ass-cheeks again and again until she finally relaxed and let him part them. Then she jumped as she felt the strange, unfamiliar hand suddenly reach down and press against the pouting dryness of her swollen pussylips.

"Oh, my God!" she begged in a hoarse whisper. "Please don't do that to me. Please don't..."

"Oh, shut up," he laughed. "I ain't gonna fuck you. You ain't even gonna feel my cock in your cunt. I just wanna see what the hell makes your cunt so special. Now you just lay there and don't move, 'cause if you do move you're gonna force me to hurt you."

Lying on her belly, face down on the bed, Mary Jane felt her breath catching in her throat again and again. She knew he was kneeling now, his fingers wandering up and down the thin line separating one labium from the other. He was teasing her, and at one point she could actually feel his breath between her thighs as he leaned in to take a closer look.

"Y'know somethin'," he told her. "Your pussy ain't no different from all the other ones I've fucked. Oh it's nice and tight 'cause you're still virgin, and I reckon I'm gonna leave your cunt that way. Hell, baby, at least y' smell good down there.

That chick I boffed when you were here last week smelled and tasted like week-old fish outta water."

God! she thought. Don't let him hurt me. Don't let him hurt me.

She could feel his forefinger running up and down, just barely parting her sweet labia. She knew he was tempted to poke his finger right into her, and she sobbed, involuntarily.

"Stay cool, little girl," he said, almost snarling "I see you got a cute little asshole, too."

Suddenly she jumped as she felt him attempt to ram his finger into her dry rectum.

"Stay still, goddamn you," he yelled, and smacked her ass loudly, making certain the pain was as strong as the sound was loud.

Still kneeling between her widespread loins, he used his thumb and forefinger to widen the pucker between her asscheeks, then pressed the other forefinger against the raisin-like hole. Once again she jumped, and once again he slapped her ass. She began to sob quietly into the remaining pillow near her head.

Earl licked his finger then once again and pressed it against the girl's anus. He even leaned forward and spat into the rectal entrance, making it easier for his finger to penetrate her tight hole.

"You stay loose 'n'it'll hurt a lot less, kid. You just relax that ass of yours."

His finger pushed in past the sphincter, finally entering up to the first digit.

"You got a nice clean asshole, too," he laughed. "You girls really know how to keep every little bit clean, don'tcha."

His finger penetrated to the second digit, actually being sucked in by now. The girl was writhing again, only Earl knew it wasn't all pain or dissatisfaction. Everyone in the world liked the feel of a finger in the ass. Hell! Many a time when a chick went down on him, she added zest to it all by probing into his asshole with her finger. It just made everything feel so fucking good. And now this little chick was wiggling with pleasure, enjoying the probing feel of his finger. She wouldn't admit it, but she liked it, the horny little bitch.

And even though Mary Jane refused to admit it to herself, she did like feeling his finger probe into her ass. If only he wouldn't be so coarse about it.

When he pulled the finger out, she thought that might be the end of it, but then yelped and almost jumped as she felt something cold and slimy probing her asshole. It actually pushed its way into her, and though she consciously refused to allow herself to feel it, her subconscious was being thrilled again and again. His tongue lapped heavily, literally washing her sphincter and the delicate membranes within as his fingers kneaded her soft, white asscheeks. Her buttocks were involuntarily twitching, tightening as he pressed his face between them. But tight as she clenched her asshole, his tongue, little by little, was making its way inside.

Soon he found her butt was actually humping up and hitting him in the face.

"You Padramor cunts like a good ass-lick as much as anyone," he laughed. "Oh baby, when you walk outta here, you're gonna know you been with a man."

He stood up and leaned over her ass. Mary Jane wondered what he was doing, and then felt something else probing at her asshole.

OhmiGod! she thought. He's trying to push his thing in there. He'll kill me!

His weight kept her from moving as he pushed his phallic probe directly against her tightened asshole, pushing with great effort, actually straining against her vain effort to keep her tight, rubbery ring locked.

"Open it up, girlie," he snapped. "Just relax it or I swear I'll turn y'over and fuck that delicious pussy of yours. And you know I mean what I say."

"Oh God!" she pleaded. "Don't hurt me, please!"

"It's gonna be fun," he sneered. "Just relax that ass of yours and you'll see, it'll all be a lotta fun."

"Don't do this," she begged. "Don't shame me."

"Aw shut the fuck up and enjoy it already."

He levered his hips forward and down, forcing the blunt-tipped phallus forward and through the pressuring ring, and then it slowly, very slowly began pushing its way up into her tight, narrow, boiling passageway.

"It hurts," she cried out, beating her fist on the bed. "It hurts. Oh dear God, how it hurts."

'There's more, honey," he assured her, and shoved a bit harder, forcing his thick, lengthy meat in a bit deeper.

"Oh no!" she screamed aloud, and he gripped her by the back of the neck and began applying pressure with his fingers on her carotid artery.

"One more sound," he warned, "just one more sound, no matter how much it hurts, and I press, and you go sleepy-bye. Then I not only fuck your ass, but I finish off by popping a load in your mouth and then shovin' you out in the hall so anyone passing can see the come all over your face."

And then she shoved forward one more time, filling her asshole completely, stuffing his cock in up to the hilt. She gasped and clutched the bedsheets, tears streaming down her face as she felt the pain; unable to do anything about it for fear of her very life.

She allowed her body to go limp, and even though the hurt in her ass was mixed with a curious kind of pleasure, she refused to allow herself to feel anything. She merely let him have his way.

"Goddamn!" he yelled, "this ain't no fuckin' fun. Now get to movin' your goddamned ass and make me like it."

"Stop this," she suddenly screamed, louder than any scream she'd let out yet. "Stop! Stop! Stop! Oh God! Stop!"

"Goddamn fucking bitch," he snarled. "I warned you. I really warned you. You still don't get it, do you? Well, I'm gonna teach you what it means when I say I'm gonna spend in that mouth of yours. You'll be drinking my come and picking the dried sperm outta your teeth for days."

He yanked his cock out of her ass and flipped her over on her back. Then he leaned down, grabbed a handful of her blond hair, and pulled her upright, to a sitting position. Her dress fell into her lap, covering her delicate thighs.

Slamming the girl across the face with his free hand, Earl pointed her face toward his wavering cock, then said, "Okay, bitch, start sucking. And you do a good job of it, or I swear to God I'll take your fuckin' cherry here and now."

Somehow Mary Jane got up the courage to ball her fist and slam it into Earl's heavy pair of dangling balls. He instantly released her and staggered back, doubling over. As his ass slammed into the wall, she rose from the bed, letting her dress fall down to her ankles as she ran out the door into the hallway, screaming.

As she came out of Earl's room, Ronny, who had been waiting impatiently for her in his room, came out into the hall to see what was going on. Mary Jane, seeing him, ran to him and clutched tightly to him, sobbing hysterically. Ronny, holding her tight, peered into Earl's room and sized up the situation immediately. When another of the cleaning girls came out into the hallway, Ronny turned Mary Jane over to her, instructing the girl to take Mary Jane into his room and give her a glass of water. The girl hurried to obey, leading the hysterical Mary Jane into Ronny's room. Then Ronny went into Earl's room, shut the door, stalked over to the half-collapsed Earl, and kicked him in the mouth. The man's head went flying back against the wall as he spat out blood and teeth. Then, as his head fell forward, Ronny kicked him in the temple.

Spying the girl's bloomers on the floor, he hurried stuffed them into his pocket and returned to his room as Bob, Mary Jane's brother came hurrying into the room.

"What happened?" he asked.

"You have a brave sister," Ronny told him, after the other girl explained Mary Jane and Bob were brother and sister. "She fought off a rape attempt from the man next door."

"Did he harm her?" Bob asked, noticing his sister was all but incoherent.

"She fought him off and ran out into the hall," Ronny explained. "I heard her scream and came out to see what was happening. Though he never touched her, he terrified her. You'll forgive me, but after seeing what he attempted to do, I became angry and I hit him. You'll find him in his room, unconscious."

"You're certain he didn't touch her in any way Bob asked.

"From what I saw, there was no way he could have done anything."

"You'll have to be examined," Bob said to Mary Jane, and she cringed, knowing what would happen when the doctor discovered she wasn't wearing her bloomers.

"No," she wept, shaking her head. "No, no, I won't let another man touch me."

"It's the law, Mary Jane," Bob said to her.

"Say look," Ronny interrupted. "I have an idea. I mean, I don't want to interfere in the way you people do things, but I think there's a way she can be treated medically and not be terrified."

"What are you talking about, sir?" Bob asked.

"Right across the inlet, on the mainland, there's a fishing village where they have a doctor, a woman doctor. Why not take her there?"

"Well... I don't know ... Mary Jane has never been away from Bell's Landing before."

"Yes," Mary Jane said, breathing heavily. "Oh Bob, yes. For heaven's sake don't let a man put his hands on me. Take me to this woman doctor."

"I suppose I could have someone watch the lodge while we're gone. Would you perhaps be good enough to come along and show us the way?" he asked Ronny.

"Sure," Ronny nodded, and Mary Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

Here was her chance to get away. Ronny Benson had been heaven-sent. Without realizing it, he had given her the opportunity she needed to escape.

Bob went downstairs to give instructions to whoever was watching the lodge with him that he had an emergency and had to leave. The other maid went to find Mary Jane's coat and boots. That left Ronny alone, with Mary Jane.

"Excuse me," he said, "I just want a glass of water. I'll be right back."

He went into the bathroom and took her bloomers from his pocket, leaving them near the sink. Then he came out and said, "I think you should freshen up before we leave. Go ahead."

Mary Jane went into the ladies' room and shut the door. Two minutes later she came out, her face reddened as she said, "Thank you. I was terrified my brother would find out."

"What would have been so terrible?" Ronny asked.

"Had it been learned that man did to me what he'd done, I'd have been taken to the Mental Ward at the hospital here, and I would have undergone terrible treatment, making me confess he did things to me he never did. Then I would have been locked up for the rest of my life."

"Who could do a thing like that to someone as pretty as you?"

"Mr. Benson, you don't know the terrible things that go on here. I want to get away from Bell's Landing and never come back. Will you help me?"

"Why?"

And suddenly Mary Jane found herself revealing to him the terrible secret of the Paramors, explaining she didn't want to become a part of it. "I want a husband of my own, not my father. If I ever take a lover I don't want that lover to be my son. Please, Mr. Benson, you have to help me get away."

"But where will you go? What will you do?"

"I'll go anywhere, I'll do anything. I just had to get away."

"I'll take you on one condition," he told her. "You have to let me take care of you until you decide just how you intend living your life."

"Mr. Benson, that would be shouldering you with a tremendous responsibility. I couldn't allow myself to become such a horrible burden."

'That's my condition, Mary Jane. Take it or leave it."

"But why? Why should you want to care for me this way?"

"I'm not sure," he confessed, "but I think I like you much more than I should. Maybe, with the passage of time, this feeling will wear off. It might be better for the two of us if it does."

"You feel it too?" she asked. "Strange, because I feel the same way about you, exactly. I know I'm a girl not quite fifteen, and I don't have the right to speak so foolishly, but I think what I feel for you is what is called love."

"Yes," he nodded, "that's what it's called. All right, Mary Jane. I'll help you get away."

"Thank you, Mr. Bens ... Ronny."

The other cleaning girl hurried into the room with Mary Jane's boots and coat and helped her on with both. A few minutes later, Bob came back, dressed for the cold weather. It took Ronny less than a minute to don his coat and hat. Fortunately, the things he was leaving behind had very little value. He couldn't take his suitcase or Bob would suspect something wasn't quite right.

They left the lodge and walked down to the ferry landing. From there, they took the ferry across to the mainland where, for the first time in her life, Mary Jane saw automobiles, snow-sleds, and buses. When they went to the town hospital, she saw television sets, elevators, and doors that opened electrically.

A woman doctor was summoned once they were in the hospital, and while Bob talked with the doctor, Ronny whispered, 'Tell the doctor you feel frightened and want to stay overnight. Then tonight, during the evening visiting hours, I'll come for you and we'll leave together."

"Okay," Mary Jane nodded, breathless. She was going to be free.