Chapter 3
The terminal manager was already in his office with the door closed when Leonard arrived for work.
"Damn it, that's just another demerit for me in that little book of his," Leonard cursed to himself as he sorted through the morning's pile of traffic schedules and lading invoices. "Even when I'm right on time, he still beats me here. That man must love this place!" Leonard was half-consciously reading a long list of figures, in-and-out times for the various loads that were brought in last night for trans-shipment or forwarding, shipments that were picked up by ABC Trucklines throughout the Carolinas for shipping via the long-haul truckers who made the daily runs up north or out to California. But most of his mind was somewhere else-there in his tiny, cramped apartment last night with Anna. He had felt for a long time that his wonderful marriage was somehow coming apart at the seams like a pair of pants that had been worn too long, and try as he might, there just seemed to be no solution. He even found himself, trying to imagine what life would be like without Anna and little Richie, something he would never have even dreamed about a year ago. Or even three months ago. It was this job, it had to be; what did he accomplish if he stuck it out in this hellhole and wrecked his marriage in the process? Wasn't it for Anna and Richie that he had taken this job? Wasn't it to provide them with a good life and a real chance to make something and be somebody? Then what could he hope to gain by throwing out all his remaining self-respect and sticking this out for another nine months? He'd have no wife and kid by then at the rate things were deteriorating at home.
Anyway, a few more nights like last night and I won't have to worry, he said to himself as he sat at his desk outside Jake Ralston's office, because Anna will probably pack up and move back to her mother! I just can't seem to get my heart into anything lately, even making love to Anna, and that has to be the craziest yet. I'll never make it another nine months in this nut-house, I'll be as crazy as Jake Ralston first!
"Uh, excuse me, is Mr. Ralston in?" Leonard had been so caught up in his own troubles that he had failed to notice the pretty teenager who had walked in through the outer door and was standing at his desk. She had shoulder length brown hair, tied prettily in two pigtails, the way some of the girls still wore their hair in these rural parts, and she had a sprinkling of freckles across her little girl's face and a pixie-like smile that looked capable of melting the coldest heart.
Leonard stood up politely, scraping his chair on the tile floor as he pushed it back with his legs. "Yes, ma'am, he's in his office," he answered cordially, wondering all the time what a pretty little teenager like this could possibly have in common with a coarse brute like Ralston.
"I have an appointment," she said carefully, taking her time over the multi-syllabled word. "It's about the two-week replacement job in the paymaster's office. Clara's sister told me about it last night and I called first thing this morning. It's not already filled, I hope."
Leonard felt a noticeable sinking in his chest at the thought of this innocent-looking mere child being thrown to the wolves in the paymaster's section, two men and a woman, the former notorious for their scalp-hunting forays into the bookkeeping office and the latter widely rumored to strongly prefer the company of her own sex. "No, I don't think it's filled. Just a second and I'll check." It was only a couple of steps into Ralston's closed office but Leonard preferred the phone; this way he did not have to look at him more than was necessary in the course of a day. Jake answered with his usual, "Yeah, what is it?" on the first ring of the interoffice line and when Leonard explained why he had called him, Jake hurried through the door like a preacher before the collection, all smiles and good cheer. Leonard felt his stomach tighten with nausea.
"Leonard, don't bother me with any calls for awhile, understand?" he said with a sickening wink as the young girl, befrocked in her Sunday School finest, was hurried through the door. The door closed behind her and Leonard was certain he heard the distinct metallic sound of a bolt being thrown. The nausea in his stomach was halfway up his throat before he made it to the water cooler and cooled his disgust with a few fast swallows of ice-cold water. He shook his head in revulsion and made a mental vow to simply put it all out of his thoughts; he had enough problems of his own without adding some extra ones the growing heap. He jerked the sheet of daily dockage figures with the meatiest computations from the stack of incoming ledgers and grabbed at his desk-top calculator.
"Well, you must be Clara's sister's kid, is that right?" inquired Jake Ralston of the timid young brunette who was seated in a straight-back chair in front of his desk. Her yellow gingham dress with tiny white flowers printed on it was obviously homemade, probably from a pattern that came in a twenty-five-pound sack of flour; maybe the sack itself went into the dress.
"Not exactly, Mr. Ralston," she replied in a frail, almost musical voice. "My momma died right after I was born and daddy sent me to live with his sister. Louise and Clara are really both my aunts, but Louise's all the real folks I've had since I was a baby."
"Oh, I see. Well, Clara's family is real fine people. I'm sure they've done a good job of bringing you up." Poor white trash, just like all the rest of them around here. They'd still be scratching corn and potatoes out'a that red clay if ABC hadn't built this terminal!
"Yes, sir, they've done their best. Louise is just like a mother to me."
Jake smiled understandingly. I'll bet she is ... when she ain't down at the loading ramp trying to pick up five bucks from some Yankee trucker with a pocketful of money and a hard-on!
"We could sure use the money, Mr. Ralston. I mean, Louise hasn't had any real work for a couple of months now and the two weeks pay would help out real nice-like. I hope the job ain't, uh, isn't filled. The man outside said it was still open."
"The man outside? Why'd you go talking to him? Didn't Louise tell you to see me and nobody else?" Jake was turning red around the collar of his work-shirt-all he ever wore to the terminal, nobody would ever accuse Jake Ralston of being a white-collar, even behind his back.
"Oh ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, Mr. Ralston." Her tiny voice was wavering and she sounded crushed, as if considering the unpleasant prospects of returning jobless to the two-room shanty she shared with Louise and her daughter.
"Oh, what the hell, don't worry about it." Jake sat on the edge of his desk; his legs were only a few inches from the young girl's knees and he could see her blush at the unexpected closeness of a man. Damn it, I don't think Louise was lying for once! I believe this one is really a virgin!
"What makes you think you can handle that vacation replacement job?" he asked seriously. "It's a lot of work for such a young girl. How old are you anyway?"
"Seventeen ... almost. In January. But I know I can do it, honest!" Her big wide eyes flashed with adolescent eagerness and her voice raised excitedly. "Clara told me all about it and she said she could come in from bookkeeping once in awhile and help me if it got rough. I know I could do it, Mr. Ralston, and Louise ... well, she needs the money awful bad. They've been around twice already this month about the rent on the house and Louise says...."
Jake held his hand up, palm out. "I know all about louise's problems ... all of them ... but I'm interested in you, uh, Sarah. I think Louise said, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Ralston, it's Sarah." She was crestfallen: apparently out of a job before she even began. And she had promised Louise!
"Hmm, I just don't know, Sarah," he said with convincing severity; his left foot hooked another straight-back chair and he slid it over next to the teenager's and settled his immense bulk into it. His knees touched the sides of her thighs bene; th her dress and she avoided his stare, looking down awkwardly at her fidgeting hands in her lap. "That can be a pretty rough place over there, Sarah. I mean, truckers aren't always a bunch of perfect gentlemen, you understand? It's hardly a place for a little girl who might get her feelings hurt just 'cause some truck driver took a liking to her and got cute."
"I ... I understand all that, Mr. Ralston. Louise told me I'd have to learn how to handle myself around a bunch o'men. But I can handle it, Mr. Ralston, I just know I can!" When he lifted her chin with his calloused hand, he could see the redness from tears in her pretty hazel eyes. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind, her lips quivering with youthful uncertainty.
"Well, you'll have to show me. Sarah," he said, and before the young girl could question him his hand had settled on her firm girlish breast. He had guessed correctly-she was not wearing a bra, either because Louise was too poor to afford one or out of some misguided farm notion that she was too young. "What if some trucker from up north, high on pills and all worked-up from being on the road all night, were to grab you like that, Sarah? Could you keep quiet? Or would you act like a kid and go running to the front office?"
"N ... No, sir ... I ... I wouldn't make no fuss. L ... Louise said something like that m ... might happen."
Jake laughed. "Louise told you right. Sarah. She's a smart woman, that Louise." Her breast was firm and succulent beneath his fondling fingers, bulging with ripe adolescence and pertly high and girlish. She gasped as his free hand reached around her shoulders and unclasped the top of her dress at her neck, but she said nothing. Her shoulders heaved as she breathed heavily when her zipper edged down the smoothness of her back. Jake pulled the simple cotton dress down over her bare, unblemished shoulders and slipped his hand down below her neck in front; his hand fastened hotly on the shimmering coolness of her bare breast. He could feel the tiny pertness of her pink nipple insinuated against the flesh of his palm.
"P ... Please, Mr. Ralston ... I ... I...."
"Shhhhhh, honey, I don't mean you any harm. But you gotta remember I'm in charge of this place and it's my responsibility to see that it's run smoothly, with no headaches. I gotta be sure you got what it takes, sweetie." He grinned wickedly and the young teenager caught a glimpse of the sinister evil that lurked in the back of his eyes, a cesspool of menacing terror that chilled her to the core of her soul. She was too terrified to cry out or eyen to try to run away; but he had locked the door anyway and there was no way out unless she screamed. And then she'd never get that job and Louise would lose the house....
Jake Ralston leaned close to the girl's pink-cheeked face and kissed her hotly on the lips; she could taste the acrid traces of whiskey on his breath, and she shuddered in revulsion but managed to force a thin, wavering smile to her despoiled lips. "You like it, don't you, Sarah? You girls from Louise's neck of the woods just seem to be born with a man-hunger, don't you?" he leered.
"I ... I don't understand," the helpless young brunette replied weakly.
"Like hell you don't!" Jake's manner had changed abruptly, as if a switch had been thrown in his mind, and he grabbed the girl's cotton dress and yanked it roughly down over her bjeasts, exposing them nakedly to his lustful stare. The teenager closed her eyes tightly and said not a word; her whole body seemed a shuddering mass of goose bumps.
"Stand up, girl!" Jake commanded gruffly and the young pig-tailed teenager obeyed instantly. The thick armed ex-Marine jerked the girl's dress down to her tiny waist and then over the girlish bulge of her narrow hips. She sobbed one barely-audible cry and then stood perfectly still, her eyes still clenched shut as if by not seeing, none of this would be real. Jake pushed her gingham dress to the floor and it lay there crumpled about her ankles, a fallen flag of absolute surrender ... sixteen and cherry, he chuckled to himself, wait 'til Connie hears about this! She'll eat her heart out!
The pig-tailed freckled girl wore nothing now but her inexpensive white panties, and Jake could see the sparse wisp of brownish hair beneath the sheer fabric ... Sweet sixteen and never been laid!
"M ... Mr. R ... Ralston, sir, I ... I just don't know much about such as this and...." Her country-girl drawl was cracked with emotion.
"Hush, honey, and the job is yours, understand?" There was no veneer of obsequious courtesies to his steel-edged voice now; Jake Ralston obviously meant business and there was no sense beating around the bush any longer.... It's put out or get out, baby! If you want the job, my cock comes with the bargain, he laughed to himself.
"Come a little closer, Sarah." She complied without another word of protest; she was standing only inches from his knees and she shivered in dread as his thick calloused fingers gripped the elastic of her panties and began to curl them downward over her tiny flat belly. He grabbed them at her hips and pulled slowly toward the floor, an unabashed grin of eager desire on his lips as the tiny vee of her adolescent sex came into sight as the waistband of her panties dropped lower and lower. He could see the goose bumps now across her abdomen and feel her shudder in helpless subjugation and shame; in another few seconds, she was naked. Totally and hopelessly naked with this man old enough to be her father!
Jake Ralston stood up and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving the loveliness of her young body. She was slender, surprisingly so, he thought, considering the way these local women went to pot so early. Her body was smoothly unblemished from head to foot, her girlish curves just beginning to show the swelling voluptuousness that would obviously come to her with womanhood. Her breasts were high and firm on her chest, her tiny crinkly nipples as pink as a pussy's nose and twice as soft. His eyes cast downward to the wispy curls of pubic hair that traced upward from the junction of her slender thighs like a smoky trail from long-smoldering coals ... Man, oh man, if she's half the hot-box Louise has always been, she'll eat me alive!
Ralston unfastened his pants and let them drop to his feet and then with a grunt of passion, he unbuttoned his boxer shorts and dropped them as well. "Come here, Sarah and sit on my lap for awhile. And remember what Louise told you ... you want that job, you gotta be nice to the right people." The freckled teenager opened her eyes and quickly brought both her hands to her mouth, forgetting, for the moment, her own unguarded nudity ... God, he was huge down there! That was the kind of thing she had seen on ponies and big dogs, but she had never even guessed that men carried around such things between their legs!
Jake reached out to her and pulled her soft teenage nakedness against him; her breasts poked into the hairy thicket above the jut of his beer-belly and he felt her loins shudder with emotion as her naked pelvis brushed incitingly against the obscenely-bloated purplish head of his cock. "M ... Mr. Ralston, p ... please, I ... I ain't ever done nothing like this before and...."
"I told you, honey, to just keep quiet ... I'll do whatever talking needs to be done. And don't you worry 'bout a thing. I'll show you just what you have to do. Louise told you everything, didn't she? You knew what was going to happen before you came into this office, didn't you?"
She lowered her head. "Yes, she told me, but she made me swear not to tell you. Honestly, Mr. Ralston, she'll kill me if she finds out I toF!"
"Now, now, don't you fret so," he whispered on liquored breath, pulling her tightly against his naked chest. "Just come here and sit on my lap like I told you and everything will be all right. You do real well, and I'll see what I can do about gettin' you a full-time job, not just this li'l two-weeks."
The pig-tailed teenager sobbed from deep in her chest and let herself be guided and lowered onto his lap as he sat back down on the armless straight chair. He pulled her knees up and pushed them out on either side of his beer-bloated belly so that she sat precariously on the tops of his thighs; his jutting hardness made itself known as it poked upward and prodded lewdly against the sprase vee of her pubic curls.
"Now, Sarah, put your hands behind my neck and hold on, honey, 'cause this might hurt just a little at first. But you'll like it well enough in a couple of minutes ... just like your Aunt Clara liked it when she came to work here!" The teenager opened her eyes in surprise and Started to say something, but before the words could form on her lips, Jake had grabbed her slender hips, his thumbs under her upturned thighs so that they parted their trim fleshiness and in less than a second, she was firmly and painfully impaled on the first inch of his thick, lust-engorged cock.
"Uuuuuunnnnggghhhh!" she blurted out and then she bit back a scream and buried her head against his hairy shoulder. Jake released one girlish hip and reached down between them to the pink fleshy warmth of her virginal pussy-cleft.
"Look down, Sarah, I want you to see it go in ... it's a sight you will never get tired of, believe me." Still obedient, even with the stabbing pain between her legs, she looked down at the incredibly huge erectness of his cock, to her eyes as thick as her own thighs on either side of its immensity. "Maybe it needs a little wetting," he said mysteriously and then, as Sarah watched incredulously, the burley, tattooed married man spat luridly into his opened palm and salaciously smeared the thick turgid shaft of his cock with his own saliva. Sarah looked down over the pertly jutting nipples of her bare breasts, her eyes wide with mesmerized disbelief as he rubbed his hand down over her flat belly and with his fingers, wriggled around the head of his cock until, with a grunt of satisfaction, he was content with his ravishment and he shoved yet another inch between the widely-stretched pink lips of her vagina. He could see their fleshy moist rims painfully part to accommodate his huge hardness and another gasping choke from the young girl assured him his satisfaction ... She was trying, goddamn her. she was pushing hack against his cock even through the pain of her first fucking ... what a piece she was going to be! Shit, maybe we could use her up here in the front office!
Jake smiled at her through yellowed, nicotine-stained teeth ... it was now or never! With both hands now on her hips, he literally screwed her onto the thickness of his cock, wriggling her sideways and back and forth as he pushed forward with his powerful loins.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! It's killing me, Mr.
Ralston ... it's so big I just can't stand it!" she hoarsely gasped and then bit with tiny sharp teeth into the flesh of his shoulder. But Jake was far from stopping the relentless advance of his wetly-impaling cock-her virginally-tight cuntal walls encircled the thickness of his cock like a hot, powerful fist wrapped in velvet and he moaned with the lascivious deliciousness of her tightness.
"Jesus, what a pussy!" he excitedly rasped as its warm wet walls slipped over his rigidity like hot melted butter. His cock raced impalingly up and into her very belly, battering and smashing away her fragile last defenses in great rippling waves of warm moist flesh until every agonizingly thickened inch of his super-sized cock was shoved painfully into the wetly clinging cleft of her virginal cunt. Sarah's cries of anguish were muffled against Jake's shoulder as she bit into his flesh to hold back the screams in her throat; he pulled her down and onto his immensely erect cock, sinking it to its fullest depth in her quivering belly as she felt the hardness of its lust-bloated head pressed tight against her cervix. The young freckle-faced teenager knew there was no point in struggling ... she had lost it, lost her precious virginity in a rushing surge of virile hardness that swept away her maidenhead as easily as the tide cleans a beach. He had truly conquered her, bent her to his will ... and she would be his slave from this moment on. She could feel that even now in her heart and a saddened, lethargic resignation filled her soul with anguish.
Her whole body was becoming limp and unresisting as she felt his hands crudely kneading her buttocks as he alternately lifted her and skewered her down and onto his cock. The pain slowly lessened as she felt her softly moist passage, ravished so viciously just seconds before, begin to flower with each greater impaling thrust he made up into her belly. She never moved her face from his shoulder-as much as she hated the feel of her mouth and cheeks against his hairy flesh, it was better than having to face him. Or worse yet, being forced to kiss him again, to feel his thick. liquor-soaked tongue down inside her mouth. Her tears of shame and humiliation soaked his shoulder and trickled down across the tattooed naked woman on his brawny chest; there could be no stopping him now. There was nothing she could do but accept this shameful ravishment of her young body and hope for the strength to face another day.
His gasps of incited passion mingled piteously with her own muffled sobs and groans while his hands continued to wantonly caress her soft girlish nakedness; seemingly at once fondling her buttocks and lustfully squeezing the firm adolescent globes of her breasts, bouncing them up from beneath as he watched their shimmying dance with desire-glazed eyes.
He was pumping into her now for all he was worth, not holding back an inch, and amazingly, she took it without so much as a scream! She had obviously been a virgin, that much he could feel with that first, punishing thrust that plowed through her maidenhead like a running fullback. Jake Ralston licked his lips with both pleasure and anticipation ... Yes sir, I'll get her a job here, all right! I don't want this li'l piece o 'snatch out of my sight!
His fingers squeezed all around her softly jiggling buttocks, then dug cruelly at her cringing puckered anus; she cried out in pain at the sodomistic intrusion and Jake returned his hands to her hips, pulling her back limply onto his cock as he skewered her with wild abandon. His naked loins were scorched with a furious uncontrolled lust that ached to be sated in the squirming flesh of this teenage nymph he held impaled on his throbbing hardness, he could feel his cock growing thicker and thicker in her wriggling belly as he thrust savagely into her with a flicker of sadistic excitement gleaming in his dark eyes. He had never had a girl this young and delectable before, so tender and helpless, and it was driving him mad with eager, expectant lust. His thickly-swollen cock ached and burned like a red-hot poker ... C'mon, baby, just a few more strokes and Daddy'll be there! C'mon!
Sarah's gasping moans had become one long throaty whine that never ceased. Through the mind-bending anguish of his thick, throbbing ravishment, she could feel his hardness pulsing inside her like it had a heart of its own and she guessed the only thing it could mean ... he was going to cum inside her, just like she'd heard some of the girls talking about. She'd never have dreamed, not in her most frightening nightmares, that it would happen like this the first time ... not with a slobbering creep like Jake Ralston! Her mind reeled at the prospect of his heavy, flesh-covered pole of flesh exploding in a burst of hot, thick cum inside her belly ... God, she might even get pregnant! Pregnant with this monster's baby in her womb!
Perhaps as a last futile gesture, she clenched her willowy buttocks tightly together in a vain attempt to stave off the inevitable. And, ironically, it was just that clenching grip that brought on the end ... that was all Jake needed!
The instant her warm vaginal muscles clasped tightly around his hard-driving cock, Jake tossed his head back in a gasp of breath as his hotly viscous sperm gushed into Sarah's widely-splayed cuntal slit. She groaned in helpless submission before him as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his lust-juice's up deeply inside her; she could feel the slosh of his seething sperm as it ricocheted around in her cunt.
To the young girl's own surprise, she did not scream or even cry out ... it seemed the worst was already over and nothing Jake Ralston or his kind could do to her would hurt her now. She felt hurt and ashamed, to be sure, but strangely toughened now, with the fear of sexual ravishment now a thing of the past. He released her finally and she levered up and off of his lap, her toes reaching barely to the floor beneath them. When her soft, perspiration-soaked buttocks cleared his thighs, his rubbery flaccid cock, now soft and spent, slipped from her still-taut cuntal grip with a lewd sucking noise that was as loud as their heavy breathing.
She began to pick up her clothes, carefully avoiding his eyes. "Sarah," he said after watching her a bit more, his coldly appraising stare tracing the ripening curves of her teenage nakedness. "Take tomorrow for a holiday, you've earned it ... then be here the next morning at eight-thirty sharp, ya hear?"
Sarah managed to stand, a still-throbbing pain between her legs as if there was still something huge and hard imbedded there. "Y ... Yes, sir."
"You can take that replacement job in the paymaster's section, but when the regular girl comes back, I'll find something full-time up here in the front office. Maybe you'd like to be a file clerk, how 'bout it? They make good money ... three hundred a month to start."
She looked numbly at him through tear-misted vision. "Thank you, Mr. Ralston ... thank you."
Jake stood up, his dangling cock now flapping between his heavy thighs like a bell-clapper. "Never mind, you'll get a chance to pay me back. Now, get your clothes together and go through that door there, it's a bathroom just for me. Make yourself all pretty and don't say a word about this to nobody, hear? And day after tomorrow, you'll be a regular employee of ABC, ain't that something!?"