Chapter 11
Ellie had in fact not been drugged, but the events of the evening, and her inability to control them, had finally so overwhelmed her that she could scarcely speak. Waiflike, her golden hair wreathing her fragile, delicate features, she followed where Burt led. Her blouse was torn, and her plump breasts bulged out in their bra, while her skirt was awry and she was missing one shoe that she had accidentally kicked off somewhere on the trail. Dully she wondered how much longer she could walk without that shoe.
But when she was led away from the light, away from the people, she came to life again.
The squat fellow next to her, Don Pearce, frightened her so - even more so than Burt.
Bobo Tolbert, as harmless as he was, was nevertheless a frightening spectacle with his slouching, naked form and his bludgeonlike cock. From time to time he took his cock in his hand and waved it about gleefully, catching her eye and chortling. Then Ellie would shrink away, frightened. But the darkness frightened her. Halfway down the slope she began to moan, and then the moan turned into a steady, high-pitched sobbing that caused Burt to turn on her and slap her face.
"Shut up!"
"I - " Ellie began to cry again.
"Let's get her out of here, we've got business with Yvonne."
Burt turned on Don Pearce. "We'll do it my way. I know what I'm doing."
But when they had gotten another twenty yards down the slope they suddenly became aware of Yvonne, who stood there in the dark, hands on hips, and glared at them. "What are you doing with her? Ellie, what have they done to you?" She strode over, her naked breasts flopping heavily against her, and took Ellie by the hand.
"No," said Ellie piteously, "they'll hurt you."
In the next moment several things happened. Don Pearce reached out and grabbed for Yvonne's arm, while Yvonne, her reaction cat-quick, slammed her fist against his nose and caused the blood to burst forth like a fountain.
"Goddamn - goddamn -!"
Pearce stood there holding his nose and looking incredulous and outraged. But Conroy yanked at Ellie and kicked at Yvonne, who avoided him and turned to scramble up the slope. But then Burt let go of Ellie - "Get her, get Ellie!" he yelled at Pearce - and scrambled after Yvonne. He caught her only a few yards up the slope and grabbed her full hips, smelling the rank smell of the she-goat urine and the musk of the billy that had covered her. The smell twisted something in his mind momentarily. As he slung her around, Yvonne struggled and tried to reach his eyes with her fingernails, but Burt hit her hard, letting go just for a moment.
The blow struck her in the back, between the shoulder blades, and caused her to stumble and fall to the ground. For a moment she lay there, dazed, her hair in tangles over ripe breasts, her legs spread to reveal that dank, foul-smelling bush that the goat had rutted in.
Then she started to get up. But Burt slammed his fist into her ribs and again brought her down, this time to her knees.
She kneeled there in front of them, gasping and choking, but her eyes were blazing with an intense hatred, and even then she was thinking of how she might get even with Burt for his treatment of her, and with Don as well.
Then Don motioned to Bobo Tolbert.
"Take Ellie. Hold her for us, keep her quiet. If she starts yelling, pinch her just a little bit."
Bobo giggled and complied with his request.
When the two of them, Pearce and Conroy, began to approach her, Yvonne picked up a rock and waited, there on her knees. She felt faint, but was determined to protect herself.
The two men approached and showed their recognition of her exaggeratedly sensuous pose by becoming sexually excited. Their cocks hardened and rose.
"Get away from me!"
But they leaped on her at the same time, bending her arms back. With a sudden burst of furious energy, Yvonne resisted and even kept the two men from overcoming her for a time. Then her strength ebbed and the two men came down on her hard, smothering her until she lost consciousness briefly.
Ellie watched, terrified. When she started to scream, Bobo shook her hard, his face twisted in a wild grimace, and her brief resistance caused his cock to leap up, quivering, and shove against her soft, white flesh.
"Not now, Bobo!"
It was Burt's warning. Bobo grinned vacuously and slackened his hold. Then, since the struggle between Yvonne and the two men was over, he moved over - dragging Ellie along - and began to watch the proceedings. Don Pearce was giggling like a madman, his squat, heavy body jiggling from his exertions.
His cock, abnormally thick and stubby, a bloated sausage of a cock, was straining upward in his hand. He and Burt turned Yvonne over, while she was still only half conscious. Then Don got on her back, facing her ass, and lifted her up so that her vagina and asshole were accessible to Burt.
Burt stroked his cock a few times, content just to watch for a moment or two. Then he dipped his cock into Yvonne's large cunt, the lips of which were still flushed and ready, as if never satisfied, and brought it away slimy with her cream and the goat's jism. He jammed it up against her asshole for a moment, just to see if it would enter easily. But Yvonne's asshole, unlike her large and active cunt, was still virginal, as could be seen by its shrinking, squeezing action when it was touched.
Burt grinned to himself. In his view of the matter, Yvonne had offended him deeply - had slighted him at every turn - whereas in fact she had done nothing more than refuse him her body. But the anger that had been aroused in him by Shirley Wilson had by no means subsided, and it proved capable of taking a new direction quite easily.
As he jabbed his thick cock against her asshole, he got a vicious pleasure out of seeing her asshole shrink from the pressure. Then he began to grind it hard against her asshole, twisting it slowly, steadily, so that the head - very gradually - sank itself into the tight shaft of her anus. Below him was the stink of goat urine and jism, and Burt imagined himself a rampant goat, hairy and stinking, with heavy balls and a jabbing thrusting cock that beat its way into the tight cunt of a female goat, while the female shrieked and tried to get away.
As for Yvonne, she was conscious now but refused to scream or even to fight back. Tight-lipped and angry, she fought back the tears when the thick head of Burt's cock finally broke through into her asshole and lodged there, stuck inside her, unable to pull back or to move forward. The pain was almost frightening. Not since she was a little girl had she experienced anything like this, when her older brother had taken her down in the bathroom and, finding her cunt too small, had wedged his dick into her asshole and spurted forth a load of white cream that fascinated her and offended her at the same time.
But even then she had not struggled - had, in fact, even had a certain amount of enjoyment out of the experience. Like her brother, who had received an unexpected beating from some boys Yvonne knew, Burt Conroy would regret what he was doing to her. She contented herself with the thought of revenge and waited, grim and angry, while he had his pleasure with her.
Ellie lay there motionless while it all happened. Her senses were deadened - mercifully! - and she watched with dull eyes and little comprehension when Burt's heavy cock finally penetrated Yvonne's asshole.
Bobo Tolbert held her and chortled quietly to himself. His hard-on pressed against her leg insistently. Once in a while he reached down, grinning at her, and tugged at his cock as if to tempt her with it. But Ellie was scarcely even aware of what he was doing. Anyway, Bobo Tolbert was not frightening; he was too dull, too comical for that.
But Don Pearce had seemingly forgotten Yvonne, the woman he had hated so a few minutes ago, and now he was edging toward Ellie. He too was stroking his cock; like the others he thought that Ellie, innocent though she was, must have an overwhelming curiosity about and hunger for his cock, even though Ellie was scarcely even aware of it.
When Pearce touched Ellie she didn't even shrink back; it was as if nothing mattered to her anymore. But the instant he touched her, Bobo Tolbert reacted. He lashed out with his heavy fist and caught Pearce under the chin, knocking him to the ground. Frowning, he glanced over at Burt to see if he had done the right thing. But Burt was contentedly fucking Yvonne in the asshole and holding down her taut, angry body.
Pearce got up and began to move on Bobo, but the idiot, while not especially big, had heavy, powerful muscles and a courageous disposition, and when Pearce got near he struck suddenly again, this time slamming his fist against Pearce's throat and knocking him backward. Pearce tumbled to the ground.
"Leave him alone," said Burt. But then, with a grimace, he jabbed his cock deep into Yvonne once again and came, thrusting deep, while Yvonne held herself taut and angry tears ran down her cheeks. Bobo Tolbert sat down and, grinning, watched Burt's frantic thrusting movements. Then Burt was gasping and pulling himself free from Yvonne. She lay there motionless. "Your turn," he said to Pearce, who had gotten up and was standing there glaring at Bobo. Pearce hesitated for a moment. Then he went to Yvonne and jabbed his cock viciously into her asshole. Again Yvonne was quiet - ominously quiet - even when Pearce came and thrust deeper than ever into her. When he pulled out, grinning and taunting her, she was silent, staring contemptuously at him.
"How do you like that, Yvonne? You get a real kick out of being rammed like that? Was it as good with that goat?"
She said nothing.
"Answer me, you bitch!"
"You are a pig," she said then in an even voice. "You and Burt are both pigs."
It was Burt who moved in now, kicking her where she lay. The blood spurted from her lip.
"You - Then she was silent. She began to crawl laboriously toward the water.
"Now we rest up," said Burt, "and then we'll show Bobo how to do it with a real live virgin."
Bobo Tolbert let out a whoop of anticipation.
Yvonne could hear the shrieks of the people above her, over the slope. More of them were drinking heavily, a few were taking drugs of one sort and another - mostly marijuana and hashish - and a few of them were already laying in a drunken stupor on sleeping bags.
The women, obeying a rule of the group, were obliged to remain naked, and several young boys from the town, having sneaked up to join the group, had discovered two-women laying drunk and naked away from the group, in each other's arms. The boys, one by one, had fucked the women while they lay there asleep, but they were discovered just as the youngest one, a boy of thirteen, was getting his turn.
The other boys ran, but the thirteen-year-old, close to his climax, stayed to rut on the woman's backside and so was caught. Now all the women in the group, high spirited and sexed up, were making him run the gauntlet and kiss their cunts, one after another, getting down on his knees to do it. He was both frightened and exultant, thinking of what he would tell his friends the next day.
As for Yvonne, she was indifferent to what was going on above her. For a while she rested, then, thinking of Ellie and what was in store for her, she forced herself to get up.
She ran down the trail, her thoughts full of revenge of hatred for Burt and Don Pearce - eager to punish them. But even as she ran she started to realize that Burt had known what he was doing. Even if she called the police down on the group - but she would never do that, her friends were up there - the police would not take her word for anything, not after they heard about her performance with the goat. Burt was evidently counting on that, evidently assuming that Yvonne had no way of gaining her revenge.
She needed a man and there were few men down there at the camp who would venture to go up to Spindler Creek after Don and Burt. If there was one, in fact, it would have to be either Mike Taylor or Claude Branch. She might just call on both of them, but Mike would certainly help her.
She was running when she reached Fall Creek. Claude Branch, sitting on a rock a little ways away from the trail, stared at her with surprise as she ran by. He settled down and again began to break twigs in his massive hands, whiling away the time as well as he could.
Up at the Creek the boy with the pony, in love with Gabriella and awash with the rum that had been poured down his throat by two amorous girls, had let himself be persuaded to couple with his pony. All his diffidence, all his youthful lack of assurance had been crushed once and for all. Gabriella loved him - she had told him so there in the moonlight, clinging to him, her lovely blonde hair clinging to her breasts in moist ringlets. Endlessly delicate, endlessly lovely, she had chosen him, of all the men in the group, to couple with, and when she joined her voice to the others, when she, the loveliest of all the women, asked him to make love to the pony for their benefit - for her benefit - he agreed instantly.
He was no longer little Timmy Holstead, just another kid; he was a man now, a man who had proved himself by fucking a woman - a man who had gotten a woman so hot for him, so excited, that the cream had formed in a hot puddle between her legs. He was no longer Timmy, he decided. From now on he would call himself Tim. It was much more grown up that way.
He grinned at the crowd and made motions of jacking off, while two young girls, the same ones who had poured rum into him held the pony for him. Then he moved forward and stepped up onto the bench that they had set behind the filly. His cock was hard and rose up in the air, a taut and eager bludgeon.
The crowd fell silent.