Chapter 12
Susie suddenly felt very much like the heroine in a particular television rerun she had seen on and off as a child. The one where the hero rides off into the sunset, yelling, "Hi-Yo, Silver!" and the heroine turns to her boyfriend, her father, her sister, or to whomever, and says, "Who was that masked man?"
Although, in this case, rescue hadn't come in the form of one man but four. And none of the four had been masked. When they had had burst into the room, guns drawn, Susie had thought for sure they were more miners come to join in the orgy. But that they weren't anything of the sort was soon more than evident. Ken and Chris had actually seemed quite distraught by their arrival.
"There's someone anxiously awaiting your coming to see him," one of the big, muscular men had said, tossing Ken and Chris their clothes and watching as Susie's kidnappers scrambled to get dressed. "You'll, also, be interested possibly in being reunited with an' old friend-Linda Ralston."
About then, Susie had begun to suspect that she had been rescued by the police. But, none of the four looked anymore the part of policemen than Ken or Chris did. They looked too rough, too ill-polished to fit the bill of a respectable law-enforcement officer. Up until the minute the four rescuers left, ushering Ken and Chris unceremoniously through the door in front of them, Susie couldn't help thinking that, for all outward physical appearances, it would have been difficult for her to tell the good guys from the bad guys without a scorecard had she walked in on this scene quite unexpectedly.
And what was possibly strangest of all was that the four men paid very little attention to either Susie or Jim, not bothering to answer any of their questions.
"Did you understand any of that?" Susie asked, wrapping her blanket around her. She had quite decided that if she ever did get out of here, she would take the blanket with her. Susie and this oversize piece of cloth had been through a hell of a lot together.
"I'd say it had something to do with the Union boss, Charles Jacobs," Jim said. Jim had been left right where the four men had found him upon their bursting into the room: tied securely to the chair. "Jackson and Moore were obviously doing all of this without Union sanction. Anyway, that's the impression I got. And, those four guys certainly looked like some of the Union strong-arm faction."
"But why Charles Jacobs?" Susie asked, obviously still a bit confused by all of it. "You think he somehow found out that Ken and Chris were going to ask my father a large ransom instead of for a strike settlement?"
"I'd guess that it didn't make any difference to Charles Jacobs what Ken and Chris were planning to do with you. The point was, they had kidnapped you; and, to anyone on the outside, it could have appeared that Charles Jacobs and his union were involved. That could have brought the FBI; and you find me a union boss anywhere who doesn't get a bit paranoid when Uncle Sam starts sniffing around the woodpile."
"So, I'll probably never know whom to thank for my rescue?" Susie asked. "I'd say that was a pretty safe assumption. Jacobs certainly isn't about to claim any of the credit. He's probably out there right now shouting about his complete ignorance of any kidnapping, and he certainly isn't about to give even a hint that he knows anything about how you suddenly and miraculously turn back up on the scene."
"And Ken and Chris and that woman Linda-what's-her-name?"
"I wouldn't count on seeing any of those three around again if I were you," Jim said. "We could identify any one or all of them. Ken and Chris were union members. Union membership would point to Charles Jacobs. Rather than take any chances, I would say that Jacobs is busy right now taking care of any possible fingers that could do any pointing in his direction."
"You mean, he'll have them killed?" Susie asked. . "We'll never know," Jim said. "And thank your lucky stars for that!"
Susie rather liked the idea of Ken and Chris simply disappearing. Not that she would wish murder on anyone who had showed her such a good time as those two studs had inadvertently done.
Good time? Susie found herself blushing with a certain amount of shame. She still hadn't quite accepted the fact that her rape had turned out to be far less traumatic than she had believed it was going to.
And, Jim Folesom had been there to hear Susie begging for those bastards to shove their cock-s into her faster and deeper. Jim had heard Susie squealing to be fucked as if she were some common whore out to excite paying customers. Jim had seen the wild woman existing beneath her veneering of pretty little socialite.
And, what horrible things must Jim have been thinking about Susie when he had witnessed how easily her body had betrayed her? Oh, but the mere thoughts of how disgusted Jim must have felt upon witnessing Susie's helpless display of wanton carnality made Susie blush even redder.
Of course, Susie did have the satisfaction of knowing that she could deny everything. There was obviously going to be no witnesses around, except Jim, to say otherwise.
But then, Jim was hardly the type, no matter what he had seen or felt, to go around spreading degrading stories about his boss' daughter. Talbot McKnight, after all, had taken a personal interest in Jim after Jim's father had died. Jim owed Talbot McKnight a lot.
"You are going to untie me, aren't you?" Jim asked, wondering where Susie's thoughts had taken her. Himself, he was having difficulty getting the pictures out of his mind of how Susie had gone wild while being fucked by Ken Jackson and Chris Moore.
"Yea, I suppose that would be nice, wouldn't it?" Susie asked, coming back from her reverie and deciding that everything would turn out all right after all.
Susie walked over to the chair. But before she began untying Jim, her eyes were drawn to the huge bulge in the crotch of Jim's pants. And not only was there a gargantuan lump in Jim's trousers, but there was a large wet spot centered right smack dab on the place where Jim's cock head was pressing up under the pants material.
Jim Folesom had an erection! By the excessive drool evidenced by his soaked denim, it was obvious Jim had been hard for one hell of a long time.
Susie was frankly surprised by her discovery that Jim might have been sexually excited by what he had seen. All through the affair, Susie had pictured Jim looking on with unmitigated horror and disgust. Had Jim's thoughts actually been directed elsewhere than on the loathsome aspects of Susie's rape.
"Do you think you might move a little more quickly in getting me untied?" Jim asked, embarrassed when he realized Susie had seen the condition his cock was in. Of course, there was really no disguising the mountain formed by something quite as big as Jim's cock had become over the last few hours.
What must Susie be thinking of a man who had obviously been so turned on by the forced assault on her body?
Susie wasn't thinking bad thoughts of Jim at that moment. It would have possibly surprised Jim to know that the young woman was really wondering just how Jim's cock could stack up in performance to Ken and Chris' fat, blood-engorged members. Susie had seen the workout Jim's cock had given his hand; but, what kind of a job would Jim's hard stiffness do inside a woman's cunt, mouth, or ass-particularly inside Susie's cunt, mouth, or ass?
"Susie?" Jim asked, curious as to the strange dreamy-eyed expression which had come over Susie's face.
"Your cock is hard," Susie said finally, looking Jim straight in the eye. "You actually got turned on by watching those two freaks work me over."
"Don't be silly," Jim said, knowing that was a paltry denial of the obvious. "Now untie me, and we'll both get out of here."
"You got excited by it, didn't you?" Susie persisted, still not moving to untie Ken's bonds. "Admit it!"
"You didn't seem to be hating some parts of it, either," Jim said in partial admission, deciding suddenly that there was no reason why he should really be ashamed of his excitation in watching a rape when the girl who was getting raped had gotten excited, also.
Susie dropped the blanket she'd been holding up around her. She thrust her breasts forward, running her open palms down along her flanks.
Jim's eyes bugged in surprise. What was Susie up to now?
Susie was up to getting now what she had decided she had wanted ever since she had first seen Jim masturbating in that office at the mine. Hell, maybe she even wanted it-or something like it-way before that. If her rape by Ken and Chris had taught Susie one thing, it was that she had too much animal in her to be satisfied by the -likes of the ex-fianc' Roger Rutledge. She must have known that when she broke off with Roger and came back to the mine to look for real men.
And, Jim was a real man, all right! Susie could feel that in her bones! She could, also, feel it in her cunt, in her ass, and in her mouth: all of those orifices suddenly aching for the feel of Jim s massive and fucking cock.
Susie dropped to her knees. Her hand immediately went to Jim's crotch, her fingers deftly beginning to unbutton Jim's fly.
"What in God's name are you doing?" Jim asked, unable to believe what seemed to be happening. Was it possible?
"I'm going to pull that blood-bloated piece of stiffness out of your trousers and suck on it," Susie said, feeling wickedly wanton at the moment. "That is what you want, isn't it? That is what you were fantasizing while I was getting raped at both ends by Ken and Chris' pumping cock-s, wasn't it?"
"Susie, don't be an ass hole! Untie me now. Your father is probably worried sick about you; and, here you are playing games."
Susie reached her hand in through Jim's open fly. It was hot and damp in there along Jim's lower belly, Jim's groin hair soaked with sweat and with pre-seminal leakage.
Susie took hold of the neck of Jim's cock and pulled the massive turgidness free of Jim's pants-not without a good deal of difficulty, considering the hugely erected state of his cock.
"You do want to stick this cock of yours way deep inside of me, don't you, butch?"
"Susie, I . . . AAAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII!"
Without having waited for the lie Susie knew Jim was prepared to tell her, Susie had stuck out her tongue and given a long, wet lick of Jim's cock corona, tasting the deliciously salty flavor of male and sweat and male sex lubricant.
"You want to poke me with this monster meat of yours, don't you? Come on, stud; don't you?"
"Yes, goddamn it, YES!" Jim said, getting so excited by the mere feel of Susie's hot breath and moving lips against his cock head that he almost creamed his load right then and there.
"Well, you're going to be a very lucky man," Susie told him. "Because, you're going to get your wish."
Susie opened her mouth wide and dropped her lips down over Jim's cock sucking as she went.
"Oh, Jesus, baby.. . eat it! EAT IT!" Jim bellowed, already completely out of control.
Yes, Jim was certainly more of a man than Roger
Rutledge ever thought of being!
Susie, also, wondered, as her pursed lips moved all of the way down to gum the roots of Jim's cock, what her father would say if Susie were to tell him that she had decided to marry someone like Jim Folesom. Strangely enough, Susie now suspected her father wouldn't have been at all disappointed as she had once thought he might be. Talbot McKnight, after all, had always said he wanted Susie to marry a real man.
And, not even Talbot McKnight could possibly doubt that Susie was then in the process of eating the cock of one hell of a man!
But marriage-if and when-wasn't going to be tomorrow or even the next day. It was still something to think about for the future. Until then, Susie was prepared to enjoy her newly discovered sensuality in moments just like this one.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Jim grunted animalistically.
And, Susie sucked Jim's lust-hardened stiffness to its copious discharging of pearly white slugs of thick, male cream-LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT!