Chapter 3
Sixteen year old Candy towel dried her scented body and slipped into a jersey sarong tied at one shoulder to mold her young body in clinging blue. Close by the appraising eye of the dog-faced, balloon hipped matron glanced lecherously over the young girl, now and then liking her dry lips with a thick tongue.
The rooms of the Halfway House each housed four girls, four single iron posted beds in a square pattern n the rose wall papered rooms. Here Candy's three roommates, flopped belly down on their beds lay watching her ceremoniously prepare herself for a visit to the mansion, as that cobble-stoned trek was awesomely referred to. Many had walked that stretch and returned tight-lipped, thus creating an aura of mystery around the journey.
"What...what do they want with you, Candy?" asked Sandy, a pug-nosed innocent, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear.
Candy shrugged, threw a wealth of red tresses over one shoulder and stroked a brush through it. "Beats me," she said with casual nonchalance, confident that whatever they were going to do to her could be no less traumatic then being raped by her father or watching her drunken mother strip naked before a strange man after kicking her out of bed...all at the age of nine and a half years. The Parkers didn't know all the details, which was just as well. They might judge her a menace to society and lock her up behind these dingy walls for the rest of her....Maybe if she was polite and considerate they would see...
Sam scowled and stomped her heavy boot. "Shut up! No talking after lights out!"
"Ah, fuck you in the ass!" The words rumbled from the lips of a black girl from Atlanta. "I been to the mansion and I know what those honkies want."
"I SAID SHUDDUP!" The whack of a heavy hand across a young cheek sent three heads turning in Trixie's direction.
The subtle gnashing of Trixie's jaws spoke her intent louder than when she said: "You been eatin' too much cunt, Sam...you're startin' to smell like one."
The matron's face screwed up into a wrinkled mass of flesh, then, straightening, she ran her thick fingers through her short butch hair cut to calm herself. "You let out one word about what's up there, and I'll see to it that you get sent to the State Pen...but not before," she enunciated cheerfully, "I see that you know what loose on you...."
Candy's hairbrush halted in mid-stroke. She and Sandy exchanged fearful glances.
Some attributed the vision to paranoia, cabin-fever, but others knew it was real. Something lurked about the Parkers' grounds, sharing a pen with the guard dog. From the barred windows one could often see that mysterious creature running and jumping about like some possessed spirit denied a place to rest.
"W-who is going to be up there, Sam?" Candy's tone reflected caution. Her hairbrush fell away from her shimmering hair, partly because of drug-induced mental ambivalence and partly from a physical rubbery sensation weakening her body.
A crooked grin crossed Sam's bull dog face. No answer came from her lips.
Candy drew a deep breath feeling a sudden euphoric lightheadedness suffuse her ripe young body; she had been given the usual dosage of Sopers, a muscle relaxant and tranquilizer prescribed to quell hysteria. Heck, she thought resignedly, it didn't hurt to play slave to the master. He might like her and get her out of the house before her next birthday. Besides, she hadn't had a taste or feel of male cock in six-weeks and though there were other ways to soothe those cravings, she'd rather not.
"Come on, put a little perfume on your pussy and let's get the hell up there," snapped Sam checking her wrist watch and glowering impatiently.
With a silly drugged grin, Candy dropped her hairbrush and turned on her heel to follow.
"I'll get you, Trixie!" hissed Sam over her shoulder. "One of these days you'll get yours."
"You try getting your mouth on me and I'll kick your buck teeth down your throat, you ugly Lesbo!" returned Trixie, watching the angered woman fish for a key from the noisy key ring dangling from a loop on her pants and knuckling the stupefied redhead in the back, nudged her out the opened door.
"Mind your manners, you nigger whore!" spat Sam over her shoulder. "Remember, I'm the one with the key to the pen."
Sandy's and Claire's heads turned in unison, their faces wearing puzzled expressions as they looked to their roommate for an explanation.
With the sperm still drying on her sleek inner thighs, Kathy carefully lifted Paul's clamping arm from around her rib cage and slithered out of bed, goose bumps growing on her naked flesh where once her husband's warm flesh had rubbed. The thick carpet beneath her toes accepted her weight buoyantly and she stood at the window, idly parting the Venetian blinds to glance out over the moonlit turf. Long dark shadows moved sinuously along the cobblestone walkway adjoining the mansion to the House and craning her neck, Kathy caught the darkness of two forms moving along silently. Now who could that be coming from the House at this late hour? But as the shadows passed, her concern dwindled and turned inward.
The urgency of her frustrations had quelled to a mild, dull throb, though her belly still longed for fulfillment. Gosh, something wrong with her. . .some strange disease, some mental disorder. She had been almost on the brink of her climax...and then that beautiful, exploding sensation stopped like a fizzled firecracker, still smoldering but never fully igniting. He had deceived her...promised her heaven and selfishly kept the joy for himself. Yet she knew she loved him. Oh, God, why was life so complicated?
Darn, that they should be locked up, captured, like this! Oh, their quarters were comfortable enough, but they were still prisoners within these walls, having to ask permission for everything. Had she been guilty it would be different. She'd been helping to clean Mrs. Parker's bedroom and then suddenly the world exploded into a splatter of screamed accusations...police battered her with questions and clamped handcuffs over her wrists...later staring confusedly into Judge Henderson's face with Mr. Parker at her elbow gesticulating wildly at the judge, discussing her custody, her freedom...as if she were just another runaway...
Her eyes fixed on the awesome silhouette of the
Halfway House beyond, watching the lights flick out like falling dominoes, thoughts of her family, her brothers and sisters, and aunts and uncles back in Tennessee, the security of their concern for her. Green eyes blinking tiredly, the image of the coal mining village where she'd been born-in the heart of the Appalachians-with its modest boardwalk and the sea of bedraggled humanity living day to day, hand to mouth. She had detested the locked-in feeling there, too, a lifestyle rife with sorrow. Why, just last year she'd lost an uncle and cousin in a collapsing mine shaft...it darned near killed her mother, losing her last brother to the land. And so, with her eyes fixed on escaping the mountains' hold on her destiny, she had consciously made the decision to marry Paul and run away to a place where people could raise their station in life. Maybe she and Paul could make something of themselves. The Parkers' offer had been a start.
God, she loved him, that almost man lying on the rumpled bed, his sandy hair covered with the corner of her pillow. She had faith in him. And it wasn't his fault, it was hers...just as it was her fault they were prisoners in the Parkers' lavish mansion.
The Doberman Pinscher's barks rocked Candy on her heels as she spun dizzily around to see its dark mass lurch at the end of its shackle, white teeth long and sharp nipping at the night air.
The drug had created a protective aura around her psyche and Candy was thankful for that. Something told her the Parkers' desires were sexual in nature, but what the heck? That was nothing new to Candy. Confident she could handle any kind of debauchery they might fling her way, she smiled to herself while Sam led her into the house and up the steps to the closed door. She recalled a rumor that the handsome Mr. Parker was hung like a horse, a speculation that sent a tiny ripple of excited anticipation tingling in her belly.
Sam's solidly booted footsteps and her short, tripping ones resounded in the empty hallway heading toward a splash of light at the end of the dark tunnel.
"She's all cleaned up and looking pretty, Mrs. Parker...." Candy heard Sam exclaim as she, herself, stared in slack-jawed startlement at the awesomely alluring figure of the scantily clad, beautiful mistress of the mansion. She hadn't expected to see Mrs. Parker here and, as Candy's eyes swept down the filmy negligee to squint at the lush nakedness beneath, it became apparent to her drugged conscious that whatever was to happen within this room, Mrs. Parker intended to be part of it.
Suddenly a satiny hand was running along Candy's cheek and ruby red lips were parting to talk to her. Candy's blood buzzing ears heard her say: "What's the matter, Candy, honey? Are you surprised to see me?" Myra said with a seductively crooked smile as she closed the door and slipped her arm around the teenager's slender waist, guiding her into the room toward the red sheeted bed rimmed with sparkling mirrors in which she saw herself a hundred, a thousand times.
"Are you disappointed at seeing me, Candy'. '" A caressing hand was at her waist and tummy, adding to the tingling sensations that had started to bubble in her loins.
"Oh, no, it's just that I...I.. . "
"You expected to see Mr. Parker...." Myra finished for her.
Candy managed a nod of her lead heavy head, carefully avoiding conflict with the ripe tempered raven-haired woman with a reputed penchant for leather in the form of long painful strips known as whips. Then she was being spun around and her dulled eyes struggled to focus on the naked, massive torso of Sid Parker leaning on the bar in the corner of the bedroom.
"Hello, baby," he greeted, his smile broadening as he took in the jersey sarong that showed every ripple of flesh on the nubile body facing him. Then he raised a glass to his mouth and threw back his head, draining it in one gulp. "How about a drink?" he offered invitingly.
"No-No thank you," Candy replied, pleased at his congeniality, yet frightened by the size of him. Her pulse quickened as she realized he was about to step out from behind the bar. His eyes locked on her, waiting for her expression when he revealed his nudity. She gasped aloud, the sight of his poling cock sending a combination of apprehensive chills and unbearable arousal up her spine. She choked down a second gasp.
Sid chuckled, his brow stretched as he smiled and gazed down at his jutting penis with masterful pride. "like it, honey?"
"Oh, Mr. Parker!" Candy repeated as Myra snickered beside her. "It's...it's huge!"
With slow, modeling steps, Sid moved toward them, stopping inches from Candy. "Maybe you'd better get used to it," he chortled. "Take it in your hand and get the feel of it."
Including incestuous lovemaking with her father, Candy's experience with sex was vast as any thirty year-old woman, but in the beginning it had been forced upon her; with time and experience she had begun to enjoy genital intimacy, yet even now, even though desire sparked within her, she was apprehensive...
The man was hung like a stud horse. The purple knobbed flesh poling out from his powerful hairy loins and swaying testicles dangling between his hairy legs was awesome indeed. Lord, what did they expect to do to her between the two of them?
The big man's jaws started to mesh with impatience. "Well. . . ? "
Reticently, Candy's eyes lifted to Mrs. Parker for approval and receiving it, she spread her fingers and reached out to gently curl her small palm and slender fingers as far as they would reach around the hot stump. She held it as if she were shaking hands with it, hearing the big man's grunt at the heated contact and sensing wild pricklings of excitement spark in her own belly. She swallowed hard, unsure of her actions, then began to stroke the heavy sheath of skin back and forth, staring in dull fascination as the foreskin slid back to reveal the shiny, naked head.
"Unnnnggghhhh...." Sid Parker grunted approvingly as her soft hand stroked the skin. Then suddenly she drew in her own breath as she felt the older woman behind her raising the back of her dress and creeping her fingers teasingly up her thighs toward her naked buttocks.
Sensing what was expected of her, Candy slowly let her thighs part as she stroked Sid Parker's seeping cock, feeling his wife's long finger exploring from the rear between her legs with feminine expertise the hair fringed lips of her cunt. Tauntingly Myra traced the tingling little slit backward through the cleft of her buttocks to the hole of her puckered anus...to massage and poke, until she couldn't hold back the gasp of excitement that tore from her throat.
"You're a sweetheart darling, all pink and soft," cooed Myra, still teasing the teenager's trembling rectum, tenderly slipping a finger part way into the spongy channel and bringing another groan from Candy's lips.
"Yeah," agreed the burly man, his voice thick with lust. "You'd been my girl I woulda raped you myself," he chortled. "Now get down on your knees and pretend you're sucking your Daddy's cock...and give it a good tongue job first."
A portion of Candy's response to the gruff command was not entirely excitement. The size of that brutal organ mesmerized her still and reluctantly, eager to obey orders in fear of displeasing the Parkers, she began to lower herself off of Myra's probing finger, realizing as she reached her knees that her dress was being lifted over her head and she was being stripped naked by the beautiful older woman.
"Christ, what a doll! Look at those tits bounce!" Candy heard Sid exclaim from above her as she lowered her mouth onto his pungent smelling cock, still clasped nervously in her hand. This wasn't the first penis she had put her mouth to, but it was without doubt the largest, thought Candy, moving close and flicking out her tiny pink tongue to lick away the small white beads of lubricant seeping from its eye. The pungent taste brought a new ripple of feverish desire into her belly. Excited and anxious to please, she began to lick and swirl her tongue around the rubbery head while Sid Parker groaned with mounting excitement from above, teasing her tongue tip into its tiny split, then raising the full length of it with her hand at the base to lick along the veiny underside.
Her other hand eased between his hairy thighs to cup his sperm bloated balls tenderly, while her tongue trailed warmly his cock's wormish under-vein to the hairy base, then back up as she opened her mouth wide and slipped her moistened lips over the head, taking as much as she could of his penis into her saliva filled mouth.
"Ugggghhhhhh, Christ!" gasped Sid.
Myra tittered from behind, avidly watching with glittering eyes the luscious teenager suck her husband's unbelievable cock, her own belly moaning for something to satisfy the emptiness there. "I told you!" And then: "Oh, Sid, I've got to have something...you've got this gorgeous little honey and I've got my fingers. Can I have Sam let him out now?"
Let him out now? Had Candy heard correctly? They were going to let him out of his pen...? Candy's wide blue eyes saucered in fearful anticipation and for the briefest moment her lips released their teasing pressure until Sid's fingers pinched down on her neck in reminder of her task.