Chapter 11
My affair with Natalie languished as the Rod-fed fire flared. At night I spurned her advances; the renewal of Rod's love made them repugnant to me. I tried not to let her see it, but she could sense that there was a new factor somewhere on the scene. I still loved her as before, and my memories of our loving embraces were still precious to me, but I didn't need them any more. Rod was there now to help me bear my plight.
I didn't want to tell her of Rod, but I couldn't think of any other way to lull her suspicions, which she was sure to voice if I couldn't satisfy her soon. I knew the simplest explanation of my sudden lack of interest in her was a man, and she knew about Rod. I had told her my story long before. Would she remember? I thought that surely she would have to tumble sometime, and I had no way to reassure her.
The break finally came, as it really had to, about two months after Rod had first jumped over the wall. One night, as we were lying side by side in bed, she tried to make love, but I pushed her hand away and rolled over, presenting my back to her. I didn't want to leave her and take the other bed, unused since my first night there. Such an abandonment would be sure to make her more suspicious.
Her hand stroked down my side and came to rest on my hip. "What's the matter, Penny? Don't you like me any more? We haven't done anything in months." Her voice bore a plaintive note; she was worried. A life like ours does nothing for a girl's morale. Constant treatment as a machine leaves a girl feeling like one, unsure of her femininity, even of her humanity. Without some kind of love, someone to regard her as a person, she soon loses all her sense of self and individuality, and develops a strong sense of inferiority.
"I'm just preoccupied, Natalie, honey." It was a lame excuse, though partly true, but suddenly I had an inspiration, an idea of how to turn this lameness to good account. It might not have been a great idea, but I thought that it might do.
I rolled over and propped myself up on an elbow, facing her. "Look, honey." I could still call her that, anyway. "You know how I hate this place, and you do too. If you promise not to say anything, I'll tell you something."
For a moment she was alert, breathlessly impatient. "If you've got some kind of a plan to get out of here ... oh, forget it. Charley'll never let you get away with it." She sank back in renewed dejection.
"Promise!"
"All right, but I still don't think there's any real hope." She didn't either. I could see it in her face.
"I don't intend to escape. I'm going to fix it, if I can, so we all leave, with no hard feelings from anybody."
"That'll be great if you can swing it. But how ... hey! The only way to do that would be to kill Charley! How are you going to do that?" She was beginning to look interested again.
"I'm not quite sure just yet," I lied. "But I'll think of something, don't you worry. But just look how easy it is to get out of here if we can do that. Charley keeps all the secrets on us to himself, right?"
"Not quite. Carrie knows too."
"But she's the only other one, so she doesn't count."
"What do you mean? She'd spill it all herself if she had a chance, or give it to the next guy to take over after you got rid of Charley."
"She won't have the chance to spill it if I can work this. Remember what happened to Hank and Heloise?" I smiled, hoping she would see it, would recognize my cleverness.
"Noo ... you mean ... but you can't do that! That makes you as bad as them."
"Not really. All we have to do is kill Charley. Pig-eye's told me nobody, but nobody, likes Charley, or Carrie. If he dropped dead, Harry'd take care of the death certificate happily, and it wouldn't take much to convince them to give Carrie the business, too. Just a reminder, really. They might even think of it all by themselves. You know how he always has her as his woman here; we could do everything by his own rules."
She smiled and licked her lips, a gleam now lighting her eyes. "That sounds good! I can hardly wait to see that! But how are you going to kill him? He's always got that Kurt with him, and that's some hunk of bodyguard!"
"Don't I know it! I'm not really sure how to kill him yet, but I'll think of something. It's the only way we can ever get out of here." I knew how to kill him all right, but I didn't want to tell her at all. It might shock her into having to tell someone. If my plan reached Charley's ears, it would be the end of me.
We were quiet then for a while. I was hoping I had been able to quell any suspicions of Rod's presence. Surely what I'd told her would be enough to explain my withdrawal. She seemed to be accepting it, thinking hard, her brow wrinkled with concentration as she sought to find a way to implement my plan.
Finally she started trying to suggest ways of killing Charley, but all were impractical. None would work, and she seemed to know it as soon as I did. I wondered if she would hit upon my intention, but she didn't. Perhaps it was too repulsive a thing for her to think about, and if it crossed her mind she must have thrust it out. That suited me; the more people there were who could look properly shocked at the deed, the more spontaneous, the more accidental, it would look.
"Come on, Penny, don't you have any ideas?"
"They're not any better than yours. Nothing seems to be very likely. But I'll think of something. I've got to! I can't stand it here much longer."
"I just hope there is some way we can do it. If we botch it, he'll take care of us for sure."
I told her I was sure we could do it, and not to worry. After all, there weren't even any plans for another orgy yet. By the time there was one, we should be ready. This reminder that we couldn't do anything immediately calmed some of her eagerness, and we were able to go to sleep.
My heart leaped at the news when Oscar finally announced that we could expect Charley and his cohorts in ten days, a week from the coming weekend. I would have the chance to put my plan into action! Could I? I would have to. That was all there really was to it. If I skipped this opportunity, I might lose Rod, after my hopes had been raised so high, or have to run, unprotected from Charley's wrath.
The next day I told Rod that soon I would be free to go with him, that we could at last be free, together. In ten days I could put my plan into action and end Charley's tyranny, but not before.
This news heartened him and his impatience disappeared. Now that he knew how long he had to wait, his despondency sloughed off with his clothes and he fairly bubbled with plans for our future. Now that I was within his grasp, he could believe in me, and his hopes. However, my own impatience now rose till it surpassed his greatest. I could hardly wait for Charley to arrive and start the orgy. Where usually I dreaded these affairs and their humiliation, this one I awaited eagerly.
Those ten days were slower to pass than any others I had ever known. I could hardly contain myself as it approached. My embraces with Rod grew ever warmer, heated by the prospect of liberty. I babbled, and nearly spilled the secret of my plan in the overflowing rush of my gaiety. With difficulty I restrained myself. I could not risk revelation.
At last the final day of ray captivity dawned, bright and fair. I had cautioned Rod not to come that day, for I would need all my energy that night. He would have to wait out the last hours alone, and, though I was surrounded by company, I was nearly frantic with nervous impatience. I could hardly wait for Charley to come within my hungry grasp; I shook with the ever present fear that he would not come, would cancel the orgy at the last minute, or would send his friends without him, something I had heard that he had done before.
I waited, fretting, pacing. Natalie, beside me in our room, was quiet, standing by the window, watching, turning to look at me when I passed near her. We both knew that here was our chance, and we were still not sure it was possible, that we dared. She shared my edgy uncertainty, though she would only be standing aside, waiting.
Oscar finally shouted up the stairwell-he was here! His car pulled up, disgorged him and Carrie. I looked and smirked, thinking of his imminent fate, gloating over my plans for him. I stood and watched him enter, went down the stairs and watched him direct the preparations for his last party, greet the friends who came after him, his friends who would be so happy to see him fall, who would happily split up his nefarious enterprises and feel safer for his demise.
I watched them settle in, served them drinks, acted in every way as I was supposed to, servile, obedient, a tool for their pleasure. I thought of myself that night, however, as like a beautiful but deadly snake.
Charley, jovially unsuspecting of his peril, introduced the few newcomers around, explained the system once again, though for some reason he didn't choose to demonstrate, and made ribald cracks about something special he had in mind.
This seemed slightly ominous to me, especially when dinner came and went without any man claiming the payment for his concession. Even Harry didn't try to invoke his privileges. He was a regular, and had his concession regularly, just as Pig-eye always had me, except when some important guest had to be pleased. Kurt, must have had some idea of what the treat was to be, for he sat to one side with an anticipatory gleam in his eye. Pig-eye, his eyes resting on me alone, was oblivious. He was undoubtedly thinking of the evening ahead. He definitely seemed to have taken to me. I must have been the only woman ever to accept him fully.
I had no idea of what was coming, and dinner was a strain. Was his surprise to be the news that he knew my plotting? The uncertainty was bad enough, but Natalie kept casting questioning glances my way. I had managed to keep her satisfied so far without telling her any details, but now she wanted to be reassured that it would come off. I avoided her eyes, carefully looking the other way.
She didn't seem to realize in how much danger her looks might put us, but there was no way to tell her to stop it. Happily, though, no one noticed, and when dinner was done I was confident.
We adjourned to the lounge, where Charley ordered drinks served to everyone, and when he had one in his hand, he waved it aloft to gain attention, and began to speak.
"Hear, hear. I've thought up a brand new way to collect the rent. Tonight I'm only going to watch, and you girls are going to follow my directions. I've got a great little trick in mind." A cruel smile lifted the corners of his mouth as we digested this announcement. The men grinned; they must have known what was coming.
"Dick, Ken, Harry, Dirk, I want you four to strip and stand up against that wall." He pointed, leering lasciviously.
"Now, girls, take off those little aprons. I don't want anything in the way. Let's see now," he mused, his hand on his chin, looking us over appraisingly. "Mona, Natalie, Karen, and, uh, Sally, you take Julie there by the arms and legs and hold her up in the air. No, no, don't stretch her out like that. A little closer. Yeah, like that." They did as he said, suspending her, butt down, head hanging back, her long black hair sweeping the floor.
"Yeah, that looks okay. Now ... Dirk seems to be the readiest." Dirk grinned a little sheepishly at this notice, and as heads turned toward him he stiffened even more. "Carry her over there and push her onto him. That's right, like a key in a keyhole, only you're moving the keyhole, ha!"
I watched as Julie was slowly impaled on the remorselessly jutting spear. She gasped as it sounded her depths, winced as the clumsiness of her bearers bore her off the charted course. He thrust to meet her, diving into her helplessly hanging form, and she moaned as her head rose and her body stiffened in reply.
"None of that, Dirk. Let them do all the work. That's right, just hold still. That's what I want to see. Move her back and forth, girls. If he comes first, move on to the next. If she does, grab another."
Charley's eyes gleamed coldly in the light as he leaned forward to watch the action closely. He licked his lips, imagining himself the recipient of their tender ministrations, and shifted his position to ease the growing tensions in his groin.
They swung her back and forth, her moist and gripping tube plunging on and off his bulging staff.
They closed and opened the pincers of her thighs, and urged Dirk on to the cataclysmic explosion. He braced himself against the involuntary surge, spewed forth the silent voice of his manhood, fell back against the wall as his strength drained out.
They pulled her loose and turned to Ken, began to service him, and we all could see the color wax and wane in Julie's cheeks as the motions of her thighs, the swirling action imparted to her pelvis by her lovely helpers, the swift and turgid distensions of her innermost nerves, propelled her to her pinnacle, long before he reached his own. She had to be released, her cry of completion still ringing through the room, and another was chosen to finish Ken, then Dick. More men stripped and took their places on the wall. More girls were used, taking their places in the swinging crew as fast as they recovered from the draining effects of their orgasms. I noticed how, as events proceeded, the tented peak of Charley's trousers grew and grew. This was certainly arousing him.
My own turn finally came, and as I was swung aloft and borne down upon my victim I despaired. If this were Charley's choice tonight I would never see Rod again, never be free. The chance would be gone forever, for Rod would leave, sure that I was only stringing him along, and without him waiting in the wings I would never again be able to find the nerve to follow through with my plan.
The unwanted penetration pierced to my core, with none of Rod's gentleness. I felt the soft under-curve of my thighs pound against his belly as I was oscillated rapidly on his standing pole, and I tried to hasten the end of this cruel usage of my flesh by swiveling my hips as much as I could beyond the efforts of my four supports and by constricting my muscles on his prick, but I only hastened his own end and came no nearer myself. And then I was sliding onto another stiffly waiting organ, and again I tried to speed the finish, but once more I only succeeded in extracting his wet tribute without relieving my own plight.
On and on I went, man after man. They were beginning to repeat when I stopped noticing. My anxious mood must have desensitized me, for on I went, blinded to the world by the blissful agony that swelled into pain so great from endlessly prolonged friction that it had to end, and I cried out in anguish.
"No more, no! It hurts! It hurts." I moaned as they pulled me off the engorging member, uncorked my aching channel, and laid me down upon the carpet. I lay inert, stupefied, unresponding, so sore that I could hardly have moved had I wanted to.
Only when Charley and his cohorts, having finished their degrading game, moved to leave, to pursue chance in the cards, did I cry out again.
He turned to look at me. "What's the matter, Penny?"
"I, I still haven't paid the rent."
"That's all right, kid. You paid it better than any of the others." His attention wandered. He wanted to go. "Real stamina you've got. Quite a show." He chuckled as he started for the door again.
Only Pig-eye remained, gazing solicitously down at me. "Help me up, please, Pig-eye. No, Charley! I don't think I have. You like my specialty, and I've thought up a new twist I think you'll like." Strength for the task ahead flowed into me through Pig-eye's supporting arm. "Let me, please, let me satisfy myself. I won't feel secure here till I do. If you don't let me, I'll be worrying about getting evicted till the next time you come. Please?" He hadn't yet released the erotic tension built up by watching his little sport, I knew, and I was counting on that to win my case. I was pleading for my freedom, though he couldn't know that.
He turned again, looking at me totteringly held up, his pants still bulging with excitement. I could see the throbbing pulse as my words reached him, stirring his blood still more.
"You're out of your head, Penny. Didn't you get enough already? Can't you straighten her out, Pig-eye? She'll be so damned fagged you won't get a damned thing out of her." Pig-eye shrugged, and kept his peace. Silently, I blessed him for letting me go on. He knew I had a mind of my own, that I wasn't just a plaything.
Our words had carried, and now some of the others began to eddy back into the lounge, smiling at the quality of our confrontation.
"Oh, go on, Charley," one of them cried. "She's got a treat for you, it sounds like. Let her do it."
"Yeah, go on. This oughta be good." Others chimed in, adding their unconscious weight to my side.
Charley slowly looked around, realizing he was the center of their attention. This decided him. Attention he loved and craved. His desire for adulation had led him to establish this house, victimize his customers and build up a gang of bestial-minded thugs, commanding their respect by fear and their impotent desires to emulate him.
He smiled, basking in the reflected glow of the power that flowed from the desire of men to see others humiliated as themselves. I was sure that Harry, at least, had been coerced into the group as a result of some sexual indiscretion, for how else would a doctor be brought to join such a criminal enterprise? He, like the others, smiled at the prospect of a vicarious revenge.
He turned to me and unfastened his pants, saying, as they dropped to the floor, "All right, Penny my dear, let's see what you've thought up. It had better be good, or maybe I'll put you through that swinging routine again." He drew it out, enjoying the unexpected surge of supremacy my pleading had brought him.
I looked, in ascetic fear, at the arrogantly erect symbol of his evil, so similar, except in size, to the tool that would soon be splitting Carrie from stem to stern, so similar to Rod's, which meant only love to me. I licked my lips and fell to my knees before it, grasped it with my hands, stroked it, fondled the wrinkled, pendulous sack that adorned its root, unhooded its head, unleashed its heady odor, so similar to the scent of love, and yet so different. Such a wonderful thing, when judged alone. I almost regretted what I was about to do.
I folded my smooth lips about its girth, swabbed its swollen, throbbing head and probed the tiny slit with my slender tongue, soon had him gasping at my skilled and tender mercies. Slowly, I engulfed him, gliding my working lips and tongue down his hairy length, stopping only when I felt him pressing against the satiny surface of the back of my mouth, the fleshy pendulum rubbing his sensitive surface as I moved. He'd been there before, but still he groaned as my fingers stroked up his thighs, around his hips, gripped his buttocks and held him tightly in my close embrace.
Only then did I begin my new conception. Slowly I straightened my neck, still keeping my deep hold upon him, and pushed down, angling his pillar till it was aligned with my throat. Suddenly I shifted downward on him, swallowing at the same time, so that he was lodged, in all his throbbing vigor, deep in my throat, with my parted lips inhaling the hairs of his crotch.
I swallowed, letting the smooth working of those muscles rub against him, massaging more intimately and firmly than he had thought possible, thrilling him as he had never been thrilled before, fulfilling my promise, though I had to fight with all my strength to keep from gagging at the vile intrusion. Slowly I moved back and forth upon him, swallowing all the while, giving him the tightest fit in his eternity, stroking him up to the final climax. Swiftly he came to the verge of explosion, and I held him there, ceasing when his muscles tensed too much, when another stroke would set him off.
At last he reached the point where he was almost wholly oblivious of everything except my sensuous touch, my assiduous tongue, wallowing in the pure sensation of incipient orgasm. I steeled myself to the final deed, closed my eyes and gritted the teeth of my soul. I rapidly, repeatedly, plunged upon his gross member until I could feel him tensing for the final ejaculation, felt the sudden rush of fluid in his tube so firm against my lips, quickly withdrew till only half his organ remained within my mouth, and abruptly clamped my teeth upon him.
I felt and heard the tissues part before the inexorable drive of ivory, felt and tasted the rush of mingled pungent sperm and salty blood into my mouth, heard his awful scream as the realization of what I'd done; penetrated through his climactic daze.
I leaped back, leaving his nearly severed fount of blood and gore behind, spat out his crimson juices, proudly stood, triumphant Victory pounding her wings about my ears.
It seemed that I was the only one in the room, other than the unconscious body rapidly ceasing to be Charley as the blood pooled between its thighs, steadily pumping now from the suddenly deflated, pitifully broken, penis. My growing awareness of the enormity of my action, an awareness free to pang my conscience now that my life was mine, was broken by a shout.
"Lookit! He's dying! Look what she did, look at her! It was deliberate, she killed him!" But nobody went to his aid. The speaker, whoever he was, seemed frantic, as though he regretted the death, wanted my head, wanted to see me pay. Pig-eye burst in, though, and calmed my suddenly panicky thoughts.
"Shut up! We've all wished we could kill him ourselves often enough. She's done us all a favor. Remember that!"
Kurt stood dumfounded in the background, gun in his hand, eyes shuttling over the men. He didn't know what to do. His master dead, the foe before him, but who would tell him what to do?
"Yes, that's right," Harry said slowly, musingly. "I can fix it so no one will know how he died, and I'll be glad to, too."
"We can plant him out back, just like he used to do. He sure never needed much of an excuse to put one of us there."
"What about Carrie, though. She has to know, or go. And we'll never be safe with her running around." Practical Pig-eye, worrying more about the future than the present, saving his exultation for a later moment. Perhaps he remembered our conversations and now was following through.
I hoped, I feared, I summoned my courage once again, and spoke in a trembling voice. I didn't want to be noticed, and I'd been quiet through their comments. Now, though, I felt it was my moment to speak. I had to be sure the task was finished. "Don't worry about Carrie. As long as we're in Charley's house, we ought to live in it the way he wanted us to." I fought to still the shaking. "Somebody has to pay the undertaker."
I turned to Kurt, so woebegone and confused. He had been unable to protect his master, though how could a man be protected against that kind of attack? Perhaps it was that thought that was bothering him. "Kurt, wouldn't you like to have Carrie? Wouldn't she be a nice piece for you?" I couldn't help myself. He was a brute beast, and I was tempting him with a tidbit.
His face brightened, though, as he looked for her, found her standing near the door, staring aghast at the plotting crowd. Kurt's toothy grin lit up the room, and I began to laugh hysterically, unable to stop, the relief from tension driving the peels of tearful gaiety up the scale, but she blanched as she saw what the future held in store for her. She turned and tried to run, silent, white, but was snatched back as three strong pairs of hands caught at her clothes.
Pig-eye slapped me once to jar me from my fit, and when I was quiet went to Carrie, standing silently enmeshed in the hands of her captors. "You're not going anywhere, Carrie. Penny's got a real good idea. With you out of the way we can all breathe easier." She screamed and tried to struggle, but they held her too firmly and she had to submit as they led her away. I saw in Pig-eye's parting glance that he did know the meaning of our conversations. He seemed to approve, and I knew I could leave the details to him now. He would find the secret of the documents and see that they were destroyed.
With a ragged sigh I turned to leave and headed for my room. Everything was going just as I had hoped. Soon I would be able to leave. I didn't care to watch as the lounge was cleaned up, Charley's body removed to await the grave. I would wait alone, dreaming of the soon-to-be-realized heaven with my Rod.
Natalie soon joined me, shuddering with shock at the scene she'd witnessed. "So that's what you were planning to do to him. Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's really simple, honey. I knew it would hit you kinda hard. I didn't want to take the chance you couldn't stomach it. You might have told someone, and that would have ruined it, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, I suppose I might have. It was pretty gruesome, but he did deserve it. It couldn't have happened to a better guy." She grinned, accepting my reasons, not knowing there was another.