Chapter 8
She ran for blocks. She lost count of how many. Breath heaved in and out of her lungs and left her mouth dry.
She collapsed under a shady tangle of shrubs and flowering vines finally. She lay back against the soft, damp earth and closed her eyes and let her breathing slow.
A bird sang overhead in the green leafiness somewhere. She listened to it. It came through her mind very clearly. She didn't know what kind it was. But it brought back memories of her father and a particular day in the park with him.
The backs of her eyes stung. A tear burned down the side of her head and splashed into her ear, tickling.
God! It was getting worse and worse! What was she going to do!
She opened her eyes. She blinked upward and saw the yellow green of the sun filtering through the leaves. Her whole body ached, and her heart twisted.
If she had any sense, she'd give herself up and go back to the farm and finish out her sentence. At least she wouldn't have to go through this.
Or maybe Dick ... maybe if she told him about the jewels and took him to the barbecue pit in the park where they were hidden ...
She wrung her hands. She wished she knew more about him. She wished he'd stood up to Hugo for her more and told the rat-eyed slob that she wouldn't work for him anymore.
Not because Hugo didn't pay her enough. Because Dick didn't want anybody but himself to ever lay a hand on her again.
But he hadn't said that. He'd made half an overture and then had drawn back from it, and she didn't know what to think.
She shook her head. Dick would come later. Right now, there was Hugo to worry about.
She hadn't sold any pricks yet. It was worse than that. There was one up Thad's ass and a cunt around his ejaculating prick. There were some others on the floor in his house, ones that had been kicked under the couch.
She opened the case and counted. Her mind whirled. Nine were missing. Nine!
Her shoulders slumped, and she heard a sob wrench from her chest. Hugo would never believe the truth. He'd think she sold them and pocketed the money. He'd demand his payment. And that would come to more than what she'd earned yesterday.
There would be that, too. She hadn't earned it all. Not according to Hugo's thinking. Dick had squeezed more money out of him for her, but he wasn't about to let it go without exacting his price.
Panic filled her. She lifted her head and looked up and down the street, filled to the top with the urge to run and run.
But now it was too late even for that.
"Well, well, well," she heard. "I'll be goddamned, fellas. Look what the Easter bunny left under the fuckin' bushes. Didn't I tell ya she'd come back?"
Lola whipped her head around. Her breath stuck in her throat, and her heart stopped beating.
She wouldn't mistake Lew's reedy voice anywhere.
He stood over her, lanky and evil looking all sinews and string. He grinned in that frightening, sickening way of his and let out a dry cackle.
"Goddamn it, you bastards deaf?" he croaked over his shoulder. "Over here! I got her!"
She made a movement. His hand whipped out his knife, his ever-present knife he loved to frighten and slash people with. It gleamed wickedly in a shaft of sunlight.
"Go ahead, cunt," he said with soft threat.. "Make a move. I'd love to slice a tit off and fuck the goddamn thing up your cheating little cunt!"
He hissed. He growled. He scared her so badly her twat lips opened and let a short stream of piss foam into the grass.
"Lew ... " she squeaked.
"Yeah, Lew. And here come Ron and Fats from their stakeout. Remember us, cunt? We're the guys you ripped off last month. Ripped the shit off!"
"I didn't!" she croaked. "Lew, you've got to believe me! I saw the patrol car coming, and I knew it had gone bad, and I had to get out!"
"Shit!" he spat, making a tight circle with the knife.
Lola gasped and shrank back. He looked ready to ' stab her in the belly, one quick plunge and slash, the way only he knew how. '
Feet sounded on the walk and then swished through the grass at a fun. Then Ron came around the bushes, stocky and dark and looking happy and mean at the same time.
"Looka here, Ron. Didn't I tell you? Aren't you glad I made you and Fats keep a watch with me? I told you she flung them out the window into some bushes. That's why the cops didn't find them in the car.
He grinned thinly, twirling his knife in his fingers with importance, looking at Ron. Heavy feet pounded up, and then Fats came around the corner, puffing and sweating, his beefy face red from the exertion.
"Got her! We got her!" he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, sweat dripping from his nose.
"Hi, baby," Ron said smoothly. "Long time no see. How ya been?"
"Ron ... " she choked.
"It's been kinda lonely without you and your fink sister."
She looked at him. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Ron," she said, shaking her head.
"Bullshit, you don't. Where is she?"
"I don't know!"
He reached down and cupped her face, nearly lifting her off the ground by the chin. She thought her neck was going to separate, the way the bones were popping.
"Ron ... " she cried.
"Man, look at that sweet red pussy down there between her legs," Lew said in his slimy voice. "Never did get that piece of ass I was going to get after you popped her, Ron. I think I'm about ready for it now. How about you, Pats?"
"Yeah," Fats huffed, grinning broadly again.
"Ron ... " Lola cried, her eyes swiveling in her head, fear filling her.
"Where's Wanda, baby. One more time, and then we're gonna have a little fuck fest with that virgin pussy if you don't come up with the right answer."
"I-don't know!" she choked. "How would I know? I've been in the farm, Ron."
"You've been out, too. The way I figure it, you and her made a deal to split the stones if she ratted on us and got rid of us. After we did all the work and took all the risks? That's a shitty thing for a couple of sisters to do."
"And after I slit that housekeeper's belly open?" Lew grinned, cleaning his nails with the point of the knife. "That put me in a hell of a hot spot, baby. I want something for it. I want my cut. And then I want my piece of ass from you."
"Ron-no! I haven't seen Wanda! I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't make any deal with her. I don't even like her!"
"Then how come she ratted on us? On me?"
"I don't know! I didn't know she had! Maybe she didn't want the old biddy's husband to get the idea she was in on it, Ron! So, to stay out of trouble, she ratted on you. I don't know!"
"Yeah, bullshit!" he cried, shaking her head.
Fats had flopped to the ground, still puffing and sweating from the run. He looked between her legs and along the arch of her spine as Ron held her chin up. He licked his lips over the way her tits thrust against the thin fabric of the dress.
He stuck his finger out and tickled her split pussy with the pudgy digit.
"Tickle, tickle," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, man, it's all wet in there!" he said with surprise. "She's, been fuckin', man! Look at that slop running out of her cunt!"
Lew looked. "That does it," he said, yanking his zipper down. "I'm gonna knock off a quick piece of that ass before it gets used up."
His prick was like the rest of him-long and lanky. It arched from the gap in his pants. He gripped it near the base and waggled it, and he could have put two more hands along the rest of it.
"Not here, stupid," Ron growled at him. He looked at Lola. He saw the expression in her eyes as she stared fearfully at Lew's prick and tried to squirm away from the fat finger Fats was probing into her wet pussy mouth.
Ron grinned smugly and shook his head again. "I'm gonna ask you straight out, baby. And if you don't talk, then we're all going for a long drive. We're all going to fuck you silly. And then maybe we'll keep you around for a few days, maybe a few months, just to have something to fuck our horny cocks into. Now, you ready?"
Lola looked at him and made a squeaky sound in the back of her throat.
"Do you know where, the stones are?" Ron asked, bending over, putting his face close to hers. He looked down inside her dress, and she knew he could see the thrusting cones of her tits.
She hesitated. Her eyes rolled in her head. They saw Lew's long cock. She felt Fats' finger squirm up her pussy and wriggle there, fucking into her the way their cocks would be if she didn't tell them.
What did it matter, anyway? The jewels were no good to her. She couldn't sell them. Only Dick ... and then maybe he couldn't. Maybe he wouldn't want anything to do with them.
Maybe he wouldn't want anything to do with her if he knew about them.
"Yes," she croaked, the sound barely grating past the constricted layers of her throat.
Ron relaxed his grip on her, and she felt as if her neck would be elongated for the rest of her life.
"That's good, baby-that's real good. You're doing fine. Now, tell me where they are, and then we'll figure out what to do with you."
"They're ... "
"Get your fat finger outa there. I'm gonna fuck her," Lew growled. "She's stalling."
"They're in the park!" Lola squeaked fearfully, trying to squirm away from Lew.
"Where in the park?"
"I-I've got to show you."
"Park, shit. The cops got her over by the ... hey, yeah," Lew said. "Maybe it could have worked that way."
"They're in the park!" Lola cried at him.
"Let's go," Ron said, lifting her up. "What's that? What's in that case?"
Lew snatched for the case and opened it. "Pricks!" he laughed. "Shit, look at the pricks! You need it that bad you carry around a suitcase full of pricks? Baby, you're for me!" he cried, reaching under her skirt to fondle her ass and slip his finger up her cunt.
"Make him stop!" Lola cried to Ron.
"Come on-in the car. Act natural, baby, or I'll twist your arm off," he warned.
Lew zipped his prick back into his pants. They went around the bushes onto the sidewalk and down the quiet street. Ron was on one side of her, and Lew was on the other. Fats was right behind, sneaking feels of her ass with his pudgy hand. She was sure he was grinning from ear to ear.
Halfway down the street, things began looking familiar. Then she recognized Pete and Carol's house. The woman who slammed the door in her face. The corner where Hugo had let her off yesterday.
Oh, where was Hugo now? Where was Dick?
They pushed her into the back seat of Ron's car. Lew slid in beside her. The car listed when Fats got in on the other side. Lew leaned over and thrust his hand between her legs and gripped her pussy and shook it.
"I can't wait, pussy," he grated.
He unzipped his fly again. Lola watched Ron drive away from the bushy hiding place. He glanced into the mirror and held her eye for a moment and then watched the road ahead.
Fats huffed and unzipped his pants too. "The old sandwich trick, Lew?" he pleaded whiningly. "Man, I got a hard on. Remember that dark-haired chick passing through from Chicago? Like that, Lew?"
"Sure," Lew said. "Why the hell not."
Fats nearly mewled with pleasure. He thrashed around on the seat and lay on his back, one leg over the edge. He helped Lew twist Lola's body around, and he pulled her down backwards against him.
"Ohhhh, God!" Lola cried.
It was like lying on a pillow of blubber. She rolled and heaved on his belly with the motion of the car. They worked her skirt up to her waist and made her thighs open and her pussy split wide.
Lew twisted his thin body around and got on top of her, and she knew vividly what was going to happen to her.
"Ah! Ah!" she gasped.
The fat, stubby cock nudged stiffly at her asshole. Fats worked her hips and ass around and caught his prickhead in the puckered little mouth. He heaved up with his hips and skewered her butt with the fat plug of his cock.
"Ahhhhh, God!" he cried.
Lew came against her then, holding his long prick in his fist. He fed it against her pussy. He fed it into her slippery, cum-wet hole.
The two cocks reamed into her body. Fats pumped up with short, jabbing strokes, beating at her asshole as if pounding corn with a fat club.
Lew slid his skinny prick up and up, reaching for the back of her cunt tunnel, finding it finally.
"Ahhh!" she cried sharply.
"Hit bottom," he grinned to Fats.
"Man, you always hit bottom!"
There ain't a cunt around that can take all this . cock. Man, it's slick. It's hot. What a tight, sweet twat. Ron, take your fuckin' time! Don't rush! Ohhhh, Christ, no wonder you blew your nuts off in her pussy that night!"
Lola felt Fats heave upward. His pudgy fingers squeezed around her tits, and he pulled her tightly back against him. His fat prick throbbed in her ass and then bucked violently.
"Yaaaaagh!" he growled in her ear. "Right up her asshole, Lew! Just like the chick from Chicago! Ahhhhhhgh!"
Lola felt sperm blow up her butt. The fat prick slipped and slid around in her tight channel now, fucking easily.
She felt Lew's thin cock reach for the back of her pussy and wobble at the head, and then he was filling her twat with lanky jets of hot cum.
"Aaaargh!" he growled.
Lola gasped. They wouldn't stop fucking her. She couldn't help gasping. Things were happening to her body that shouldn't be happening.
All the stimulation Thad had given her, with his tongue, with his prick-it all came rushing forward now. She pictured herself as she was, sandwiched between two men, being fucked by two cocks at once, and she started writhing and twisting and shuddering shamelessly.
"Oh, no-no!" she gasped. "No, it can't be happening! Ohhhhh, stop, stop! I don't want it to happen!"
The car stopped. The door opened. Her eyes rolled in her head. She caught sight of Ron's prick, bowing from his pants.
One more guest to the party.
"Ahhhhhhgh!" she cried, the sound a long, shuddering wail.
Her open mouth was suddenly plugged. She tasted prick against her tongue. Ron's prick. It slid back and forth between her lips, fucking her mouth.
Her mind reeled. There couldn't be any more than this. There was a cock up her ass, one up her cunt, a third in her mouth. There weren't any more holes. The next one would have to double up somewhere.
Or else she could jack it off with her hand. She had two hands. One for each prick. For two more pricks ...
"Ahhhhhhgh! Yaaaaaah!" she cried throatily around Ron's mouth-filling sausage of prickmeat.
Her body arched and shuddered. Her pussy opened to a great still cavern, wet and warm and dripping juice from its walls. Then it clamped down around the slim prick poked all the way to its depths and spasmed eratically.
Her asshole pulsed and sucked. Her lips drew, and her tongue washed all over the bottom of the prick there.
Waves of orgasm bolted through her and left her nearly senseless. She was aware of the thrust and prod of pricks. Then the bucking, bolting charge of semen flowing from them, seemingly all at once.
She wasn't sure. Her pussy became wetter. Something thick choked down her throat and sprayed into her mouth and bubbled out over her lips and chin.
An enema hosed up her quaking asshole and made her buttocks feel slippery and hot with the overflow.
She came again and again. She didn't know how many times. She lost count. All she knew was that she was limp by the time they had taken their cocks from her body.
"All right," she heard Ron say. "Get the fuck out and get the stones."
Her head swam. She tried to stand, and her knees buckled. She fell against Fats. It was like bumping into a bag of molasses. He squeezed her tits and pushed her erect. She looked at him through glassy eyes. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"The bag of jewels, baby," Ron said testily.
She gazed around the overgrown area of the park. How had they known it was in this section?
It didn't matter. Maybe because he didn't think she could have sneaked them into the new section. It didn't matter.
She oriented herself after a long, dizzy moment. She tried walking and couldn't. She pointed. Lew hurried ahead with Fats. Ron guided her.
"If you're on the level with me, Lola, maybe we could work something out. You know. You're a nice piece, a cute chick. That goddamn sister of yours turned out to be a bitch."
"Bitch," Lola said dazedly, her tone hollow. That wasn't right. Wanda was a whore, not a bitch. Maybe she was both.
"I could go for you. You come clean with me and tell me where the rocks are, and we can come back and get them later. We'll just deal Fats and Lew out, huh? What do you say? Just you and me, Lola. Wouldn't you like that?"
She looked at him. Her mouth moved. She knew what would be wise arid healthy for her to say. But the words wouldn't come.
"Hurry up!" Lew called, coming back toward them. His slanted eyes switched back and forth from one to the other of them suspiciously.
Lola closed her mouth. For the first time ever, she was glad that Lew was around.
They shuffled through the weeds and high grass and leaves. Birds sang overhead in the trees, and the sun shafted down and made bright, lovely spots of warmth and good memory on the ground.
It seemed obscene to be walking this path with them. This was the path reserved for the wonderful times with her father, the close times.
She spotted the crumbled remains of the barbecue pit. She paused. She held her breath. She felt like falling over, but Ron held her up.
"There," she said, lifting an arm in a vague direction.
"The pit," Lew said. "Fats! Wrong way, you big lump! Over here in the barbeque pit!"
Fats stopped. He was halfway down a wooded hill. He sighed and huffed up it again. Lew hurried snakelike through the branches and weeds to meet Fats. Now that he knew where the jewels were, it didn't matter what kind of deal Ron and Lola made with each other.
The pit was a hundred yards away or more by eyesight. But the ground was wooded and overgrown with hedge-like shrubs. There was a deep, steep-sided ravine to cross. A small trickle of water ran from a spring in the bottom of it. Fats and Lew disappeared over the edge of the rounded hill going down, crashing and cracking their way through the growth.
In a moment, she could see them scrabbling up the other side of the hill toward the pit. Ron spun her around and shook her so hard her head wobbled.
"That was a crock, wasn't it? They aren't in the goddamn pit, are they? Tell me where they are, damn it!"
"In-in the pit ... " she choked.
He snapped his head around and watched Lew and Fats. They were nearly to it. He didn't think they had enough balls to try to rip him off, but he didn't know that for sure.
"Dumb cunt," he growled, shoving her back. Then he grabbed her again, not sure she'd been telling him the truth. "You're sticking with me until I see those rocks, baby!"
He hauled her along, making her stumble and crash through the brush, causing her legs and tits and face to be whipped by springing branches.
They charged down the steep slope, jumped the little creek, and began climbing the other side. That was when a commanding voice thundered through the trees for them to stop.
Lola whirled around. She couldn't believe what she saw. Neither could Ron.
"Where'd those bastards come from!" he bawled.
Even Fats and Lew were looking. "It's trouble, Lew," Fats said.
Lew whipped out his knife and crouched, watching the three of them come. "Shit!" he swore. "Let's hit 'em, Fats!"
"All right, you bastard kids!" Hugo growled, hurrying up, flanked by two muscle men. "This is one too many of my girls .you bastards have hit. But I got you this time. Lucky for me somebody saw you take her and trailed you. I got you now, goddamn it. You bastards have cost me a fortune in the last four months!"
He gave short motions to the two beside him, and they plowed menacingly through the brush.
"What the hell are you talking about!" Ron squeaked. "Hey, man-we're clean! We never bothered any of your girls!"
Lola licked her lips. A spark came back into her. Hugo was better than Ron and Fats and Lew. Maybe.
"Hugo!" she cried, jerking her arm free of Ron's grip, running back down the hill. "They stole my money! I sold nine pricks, and they took the money and threw the case in the bushes!"
Hugo caught her. He looked at the mess his dress was in, the way it dangled in tears and gaps from her body.
"Goddamn bastards," he swore. He took off with astonishing speed for Ron. Fats was already about to be caught. Lew was slashing the air in front of the bigger of the two men, and he was missing every time and starting to look worried.
Lola stood by herself and watched Ron turn around and run. After a moment, Lew twisted around and eluded his pursuer only by being able to snake through the undergrowth more agilely.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Where had Hugo come from? Who had seen her being led down the street by them? And how had the witness known to call Hugo-or where?
"Ssst! Lola!"
The harsh whisper came from higher on the hill. She looked. Her heart soared.
"Dick!"
She ran up the hill toward him. He caught her in his arms and hugged her tightly for a long, comforting moment.
"Come on-let's get the jewels before they come back."
She withdrew slightly and looked at him. "How do you know about them?" she whispered. She squinted at him. Ron's suspiciousness was catching. "Who are you? Who the hell are you!"
He held her again. He kissed her quickly. "Lola, I'll explain. Right now, trust me." He glanced around. There were yells of pain from off in the woods. "You don't have much choice, really."
He led her quickly toward the crumbled pile of rubble. "Are they in here?"
"Y-Yes," she stammered. "Toward the back. Under that one."
Dick moved a rock. He reached into a gap and fumbled with his fingers a moment and then worked the bag of stolen jewels out. He spun, still crouching. The voices were headed back.
"How do we get out of here?" he asked her, seeing that the way they'd all come in was going to have very heavy traffic in a moment.
"Around that nose."
"Well fall down it into the lake." '
"No. there's a narrow ledge. Daddy and I-"
She broke off. She looked at him. Her eyes played tricks on her. He was her father again, looking just like him. He took her hand and led her, crouched and silent, to a nose of a hill just above the lake.
How many times she'd taken this path with her father! And now it was like four years ago all over, with him again. She moved past him, leading the way now. The ledge was narrower, worn away some by rain and wind, but they could still get to the other side of the steep hill this way and do it in secrecy from the others.
"We're safe now," she said when they were on the other side, nestled into a little pocket of the hill. She turned and sat down, her knees trembling. She looked over the lake as she had done so many times with her father.
Dick sat beside her. He puffed out a big sigh and grinned at her. He kissed her lightly and smiled again. Then he looked into the bag and let out a soft whistle of awe.
"No matter how many times you've seen it before, it still takes your breath away."
She looked at him, tipping her head. "Seen it before?"
He closed the bag and set it carefully aside. "Truth time, honey," he smiled. "I work for an insurance company, all right. But not as a salesman."
She gasped, her eyes widening. "You-you're an ...
"Just an investigator." He smiled again. "More truth," he said. "You might not like part of it. You're too stunned to wonder now, but the questions will come later, so I'll explain."
"Dick ... "
He held up his hand. "Remember the farm? I- well, I sort of helped you be able to run away. It was all arranged. You see, the housekeeper died from the slashing Lew gave him. That puts the three of them in real bad trouble. You were the only lead to them, but not unless you were free and walking around so they could find you. And I've been waiting for them to find you."
Lola was stunned. "You-you used me for bait?"
He nodded his head. "I don't think there'll be any problem convincing people that you were forced into the act. I might even be able to get custody of you-if you wouldn't mind, that is."
"Oh, Dick!" she cried, flinging her arms about him. She drew back again. "But, what about Mother? And Wanda?"
"I guess you hadn't heard. Your sister flew to Acapulco with Mr. Moneybags and left the hotel one night. They haven't found her yet. I guess she got scared."
"Oh, my God ... "
"As for your mother-I've already talked to her. You're not very popular at home. She seems lost on a religious bag."
Lola looked down. "I know. She always was. That's why Daddy spent so much time with me, I guess."
He glanced back the way they'd come, although there was nothing to see but soft, green thickets and blue sky and silvery water below.
"The cops ought to have them all by now. You want to go now?"
She looked at him. She shook her head softly. "No."
He smiled and put his hand to her face. "Were they rough on you?"
"I'll live, I think. Dick ... ."
"Hmm?"
"Fuck me? Hold me and fuck me? Put your arms around me and make me feel good again, the way you did yesterday?"
"I'd like that," he said. "I'd like that lots."
He drew her against him and cradled her. She was in no mood to be pampered. She reached for his fly and drew his prick out and bent over his lap.
"I feel dirty, Dick. I want you to come in me and wash me again! In every hole they made dirty!"
"Lola! ... " he gasped, his prick throbbing erectly.
She plunged her mouth down over his prick. She pushed at his chest and made him lie back. She washed her tongue all over his strong, sturdy cock, sucking it deeply into her mouth with total abandon.
It was going to be different with him. His sperm would taste clean and good, and it wouldn't gag her. She was going to love the feel of it splashing warmly against the back of her throat, sliding down, filling her belly.
Her pussy tunnel began to writhe and flow, and her sticky honey began to cleanse her pussy for him-for when she was through sucking his wonderful prick off.
"Ohhhh, Daddy! ... " she moaned, her lips making wet sounds around his cock.
He cupped the back of her head. He lifted his hips. She drew the sperm right up his prick and washed it around in her mouth and swallowed it.
She gasped and smiled and came up over him, lifting her dress to her waist, baring her pussy, straddling his hips. She guided his cock into her pussy, and it was wet and warm and wonderfully clinging inside her.
"Dick-Dick ... be my daddy! Be my lover! Be everything to me!"
"I will, baby. I think maybe I will."
She shuddered and pumped up and down over his prick and came gloriously, feeling the shaft of sunlight bright against her closed eyelids, hearing the clear tones of a bird overhead, smelling the soft dankness of the woods around them.
It was a glorious climax. A glorious day. A single, lone little cloud overhead changed shape and dissolved and became one with the blue of the sky, not lonely any more.