Chapter 9
Mrs. Whipple insisted that if she were to remain on the island Owen had to leave. He refused. No matter how often she told him how safe the two women were if Ramona would behave herself the young man wasn't in agreement.
Mona had never seen two people cause so much hair-raising friction before. Fights had always bothered her and she stood watching this one until her skin crawled and she was unable to intervene. Every time she spoke she was cut off by an irate Moll Whipple who "knew" what she was doing and didn't need the "likes of a loose-moraled child" to interrupt. In despair Mona returned to the beach wondering if she should leave and end the whole mess.
But that was exactly what they wanted. Fear, hate, threats, gunshots or rape, she was going to see this through to the finish! Even if she were killed? The thought sent shivers down her spine. She wouldn't think of that possibility.
Owen finally found her down by the dock.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked as he came to stand beside her. "You're not thinking about leaving are you?"
"That's what you all want, isn't it?" she demanded. "You wanted to scare me away. Why? What is it about this island that you can have it while I, the legal heir, cannot?"
"No one's trying to prevent that."
"No? Not the trespasser who keeps threatening me, telling me to get off before he kills me? Not the lawyer who wants me to take his offer for the place? Not Mrs. Whipple who can't really stand strangers in her peaceful little town?"
"Don't get excited," he told her, trying to draw her to sit on the rocks.
"You even forget that I can't sit very well today, Mr. Hansen," she accused. "You men are all alike. Use a woman and forget her. Isn't that so?"
With that she ran up the embankment and across the tangle of vines as fast as she could, her legs flying apart.
"Please!" he shouted and followed her.
In a moment he had caught up with her and grasped her arm.
"You can go any time now, Mr. Hansen. I no longer require your services."
"Someone's got to stay with you!"
"There's always Mrs. Whipple," she said, mockingly gesturing to the house.
"Not any more," he told her. "She blew up and took off in a huff."
"What?"
"She's gone, Mona. She left the house shortly after you did, calling us a couple of 'ingrates'. She's really mad!"
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Why? And there's that horrible thing, or man, out there. She'll be hurt for sure."
"The indomitable Moll Whipple?" he chortled. "I doubt it. I'd hate to be that trespasser if he pulls anything on her."
"But he's got a knife and he seems so big!"
"Hah! Nothing's biggeh or mohe dangerous than Moll," he said. "Besides, she's been trying to get a man since her pooh husband was killed oveh twenty yeahs ago. She's so damned egotistical and domineering she couldn't get anotheh silent, persevering man. If he tries to lay her, she'll go willing. Then Heaven help him!"
"Really!" Mona wailed. "Must you!"
"Sorry," he said reticently. "But it's true. Anything she gets will be long looked for, and if she gets any surprises of violence she deserves them."
"Owen!"
"There, I feel betteh you remembered my name," he said with a grin. "Look, I'm not out to bug you. But why do you think she knows youhr uncle betteh than anyone else? She's been throwing herself at him since he got heah,"
"But she doesn't like out-of-staters!"
"A male is a male when the only available men in town have been spurning you for yeahs."
Mona couldn't help but be somewhat amused by it all. Reluctantly she agreed to have him stay though she yet doubted his interests in her being on the island. She was beginning to wonder if anyone in town had something to do with her uncle's murder. Maybe it had been the trespasser who wanted the island. And from the way Perk and Moll talked they wouldn't prosecute a fellow New Englander even if he was in the wrong so long as the victim was in their terms, 'a furriner.'
By afternoon Moll Whipple still hadn't returned and at Mona's insistence the two went to search for her. The woods were deep and dark. Mona had yet to hear any animal life about and wondered if it was because of the trespasser and murder of her uncle. Maybe the trespasser lived on the meat of the wild life and they were frightened into silence with his hunting. She dreaded the thought.
Once they heard the catbird answer their calls for Moll.
"Moll... lll! Moll Whipple ... llle!" it cried through the darkness of the forbidding woods.
"Oh, Owen," cried Mona in exasperation. "Where could she be?"
"Ow . . . wennn!" wailed the bird. ". . . she be . . . eeee!"
Involuntarily she stayed close by his side as the catbird echoed her words. He chuckled and tussled her hair.
"He's just having fun with you."
"Who?"
"The catbird. He loves to repeat," answered Owen, then he demonstrated. "Hah-loo! Wharh ahre you-ooo!"
"Hah-loo!" came the return. "Whar ahre yooooou!"
"Oh, Owen! Please let's go! It's so creepy here!"
"All right. Com'on. 'Bye', Moll!"
"Bye, Moll! Mo-lll!" called the bird.
The air was heavy and the sky darkly forbidding as they approached the house. No gulls were in the sky and even the water was still as glass.
Mona looked at the house. It was huge, black and forbidding. She hated to go in. She knew too well the shadows of the house and remembered only the hurt and sadness of her days there. It seemed to blink its reptilian eyes malevolently at her and she could almost see the shadows moving inside before she had reached it. She couldn't go inside. Not just yet! Please, Owen. Don't make me go in just yet!
"Storm coming up," Owen said quietly.
"Soon?"
"Hour or so, maybe more," he returned. "Can we stay out just for a little while," she tremored the words.
"You don't want to go in, do you?" he said gently, looking from Mona to the house.
"Can't blame you. Big old thing was neveh much to look at. But then, you've mohr to hate it foh. It's given you nothing but trouble. Trouble and pain."
She felt his eyes on her and couldn't look at him. She flushed darkly, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
She shook her head at his apology and turned away to look out over the bay to the shore. The little town looked like a child's toy under the lowering clouds and stagnant air. The ocean waters before it were merely a dark looking glass. Everything was still and silent. Not a branch stirred to proclaim life's existence. It was eerie. And her flesh prickled with unknown fears causing her to shiver again as she had so often done since coming to this place. She, the steady, responsible, quiet person who never showed emotion before. Now she jumped at the tone of a voice slightly off-key, ran from the shadows of night, and feared the people around her. What had happened to her!
"Bad weatheh in the Spring," said Owen. "You wait till Summeh and Fall. Then you'll like this place real well."
"You think I'll still be here?"
"If I can help it, you will be heah."
"Dead or alive?" she demanded cruelly, staring deeply into his rough hewn face.
"I s'pose that was necessary," he said hoarsely. "Told you not to trust me."
"I'm sorry," she said contritely, her face falling. "I don't know what came over me. I've never said anything like that before. Only when I'm up against a wall do I say something so ... so pointed."
"You've been backed into a corner for two long days and nights," he told her. "You've a right to blow off some steam. More if you like."
"No I don't!" she told him, choking back the tears. "No one has the right. Besides, you've done nothing to hurt me that I know of. I shouldn't have."
"But I've given you every reason to doubt me," he said evenly.
His face was hard and serious. Was this the face of a man who would kill her? The face of someone who would rape her, like Carl and the trespasser? Oh, please, no!
His gaze was steady, but his eyes were still warm and gentle. Was that just to win her confidence or-!
Her legs seemed like liquid beneath her and she thought she would fall, but his arms were strong around her. When she felt her knees give way he was there and he held her gently as they both sunk to the ground.
Was that her voice that was babbling so incoherently?
"I'm afraid, Owen. So afraid!"
"I know, darling. I know," he whispered softly into her hair.
"Please don't leave me. Please!"
"I won't. I won't!"
His mouth was hot on her face, smothering her. Their tongues met and she knew nothing but him.
She was whole and alone with him. There was safety in his embrace. Wasn't there? Please, never let go, she begged silently. Never let go! I need you! Good or bad, I need you!
Don't be like all the others! Don't use me! Love me, if only for a few moments. I need you!
His hands undid the buttons of her coat and slipped beneath the light silk jersey of her blouse. Don't hurt! Please don't hurt! But his fingers were warm and gentle as they loosened the straps of her brassiere and cupped the soft swells of her womanhood. His fingertips plied the torn nipples of her aureoles and somehow made them delight in his fondling.
For a long time they lay there sharing the nectars of their sexes while his hands caressed the fruits of her femininity. When he put his hand upon her abdomen she didn't protest. It felt strong and good.
Slowly it began to stroke her hip drawing her skirt higher and higher until his palm was on the naked flesh of her alabaster thigh.
No. Don't! she wanted to protest, her hands reaching down to his. Please don't hurt me! I'm so afraid!
Gently he cupped her hand in his and continued his fondling reaching under the silk of her panties to her pubic mound.
"Owen. Owen, no!" she pleaded.
His mouth closed over hers to silence her and she felt his fingers pull at her panties, dragging them downward.
She wriggled beneath him. You're like all the others. All the others! You don't care! All you want is my body! My body!
She thought she would drown in the stillness of the air. She couldn't breathe. Above her she saw the house looming larger and larger. It swelled and taunted her with its malice, its hate for outsiders. The whole island slid and shook beneath her with its curse, despising her for her being there. It loathed her presence and her desecrating its ground with the blood and cum of her white female body. Oh, let me die! she begged. The sky rushed down to meet her with its heavy dark clouds. Let me die!
Her panties were gone. Tossed somewhere she could not see and his fingers were titillating her female mound. Stop! Stop! Why couldn't she move? Scream? Fight!
But she was tired. So tired! And afraid! Impotent with fear she lay on the ground, the dark face of the Indian above her, serious, intent, his eyes glazed with desire.
He pulled her thighs apart while she stared up at him, scared and helpless. His kisses and fondling her tits didn't seem to revive her. Mona lay there barely conscious, filled with the loathing and despair that left her features numb, her eyes deep pools of fathomless abysses that knew only the black terror of night, loneliness, and physical pain.
Owen pressed his nose and tongue into her moist, raw slit. Automatically her loins cringed with the soreness and irritation. His hands were firm upon her ivory thighs, delighting in the satin smoothness of them. The scent of her sex was strong and intoxicating. Her cunt was fragile and yielding.
Palms stroking the velvet warmth of her round buttocks, Owen found the kindling heat of desire warming his groin and sparking its fires in telepathic explosions throughout his nervous system. The tiny bursts of fire reached his extremities and merged in the raging fire of lust. His palms doubled, grasping the succulent meat of her buttocks with the abandon of wild passion eager for its fill.
The fragrant perfumes of her freshly scrubbed body and the shining waves at her shoulders were enticing. He was drugged with her beauty and her desperate need that left her helpless and tantalizing to him.
He could hear the rising sobs of her breast in the distance.
"I won't hurt you. I promise, I'll be gentle," he told her.
Her legs trembled on either side of him, yearning to close. She wanted so desperately to fight him. Why did she feel so helpless.
"I won't take you, I promise you!"
Wouldn't take her? What then would he do?
Then his mouth leaned over her splayed thighs. His perspiring face leaned into the shadowy hollow of her crotch and he lifted her buttocks to bring her closer. His mouth met the silky muff of her vagina and his tongue darted between the puffy labia into her pink slit. Oh, the sweet flavor and satin texture of it, his mind reeled with the fantastic sensations of his mouth. A lone finger reached up and traced the frail labia and stirred the thick, short curls that encircled it. Her skin burned at his touch and quivered with the irritation and excitation of her pussy.
He could ear her groan as his nose nudged at the rounded softness of her cunt ensnared by the delectable scent of her love nectars as they spilled from her womb and perfumed her slit with their oily lubrication. Feverishly his scalding taste buds quested the taut string of her clitoris, provoking the slender and highly sensitized thread to quiver. Again and again he plucked the sensitive cord into blazen fury and the erotic tempo that would vibrate its writhings throughout the entire being of its female shell.
"Ooonnhhh!" Mona sobbed, sinking deep into the oblivion of her hell.
The taut muscles of his body were a wild blaze of passion, triggered by the slightest tension between his mouth and her cunt. Owen was only vaguely aware of the sinews of her torso being similarly charged as he dove deeper into her pussy.
His tongue ravaged her with a swirling fucking motion, frantically scouring the fathoms of her cunt. The perceptive taste buds flickered through her pulsing slit with the intimacy of a cock that longs to know the depth and breadth of its being for the duration of a lifetime. Around his devouring mouth the delicate labia of her pussy sucked him gently, trying desperately to draw him into her, to hold him.
Mona writhed and moaned beneath him, her body melting into the frantic, erotic rite of passionate lust. Their torsos gyrated into one with the omnipotent, catapulting rage of sexual desire gnawing desperately and voraciously at their loins.
"Aaaaahhhh," she groaned with the furor that attacked her cunt and frustrated his reckless oral screwing of her slit.
Echoes of their guttural emissions, the burbling ecstasy and desperate cries of their mounting need and frantic quest sounded distantly through the vacuum of air that surrounded them. Together they jerked and rolled locked in the primitive union of abandon of the male and female of their loins.
Sweat glossed their bodies and made their clothes cling to their skin as they twisted and writhed with the onslaught of orgasm.
"Eeeeeyyyiiii!" she wailed above him, flailing with the cumming of her womb.
Into his face gushed the sweet nectars of her sex as he drank them with voraciousness and a lust driven by his loins. Owen devoured the fruits of her sex feeling the swelling of his cock soar beyond control.
It ached and throbbed with the mounting pressure of his burgeoning testicles. He longed to press the emblazoned prick into her cunt, but the memory of her agony from the rape forced him to continue his eating of her instead.
When she was done he returned to her tits to roll the turgidness of her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Mona looked into his face contorted with the heat and bursting of his groin. He started to rise and move away.
"No," she whispered catching him. "You . . . Why didn't you take me?"
"Why do you think?" he demanded, the urgency of his prick calling him away. "You've been hurt enough."
"But you could have. You knew I couldn't fight any more."
"Look, I've got to go!"
"Let me," she begged reaching out her hand. He regarded her critically.
'Please, you were good to me. You didn't have to-!"
"I took advantage of you. Now I can suffer the consequences!"
"No, please! I ... I want to!" she implored. "Want to?"
"Give it to me," she whispered, her hand pressed into his groin.
Owen let her unzip the fly of his trousers and take out the ballooning prick. It pulsated warmly in her hand. She trembled and he started to withdraw, but she held on to it tightly.
She grappled the massive flesh of his cock in one hand, burrowing the other into the dark pubic hair behind to tantalize the twin blue sacs of his balls. He could feel the gentle touch of her fingertips as they plied the loose foreskin of his prick up and down the length of his stiffening shaft. His thighs jerked involuntarily as her skillful manipulation heightened the frenzied palpitation of the rising vein that coursed his male organ to the fiery crested head.
Mona's fingers titillated his balls with gentle urgency, inciting them to riot, flooding with the hot lavas of life. The voluminous pulsating rod of his prick trembled furiously in the heated clutch of her fist.
She hadn't held a prick like this since Ray had taught her so determinedly and persistently, insisting that it was better to preserve her virginity. She couldn't tell him about Danny. The words wouldn't come. So she had learned to satisfy him for a long time through this. It had repulsed her, but Ray hadn't.
Now Mona held Owen's cock. She barely knew him. And the thought of lifting a new male organ to her lips made her shudder with nausea. But she felt she had to do it. He was watching her painfully ready to run, leave her as a child unable to meet the demands of womanhood.
Lifting the swaying cock to her lips, she was determined to show him that she could satisfy him. Whether it really mattered to him or not she was going to prove to him she was a woman, a woman who could take care of a man if she really wanted to.
Furiously it throttled the tender parting lips of her mouth. In the heated embrace of her lips, the liquids of her mouth caused tickling currents to cascade the ridged entity of his prick.
Mona sat leaning over Owen's lap, sucking the quivering organ of his groin. Her tongue coursed the wrinkles of his cock with intimacy, relishing every drop of salty sweat forming on the taut shaft. Her small teeth squeezed into the rubberiness of his penis grazing the bulging vein along its side and causing the enflamed head to froth with the white stickiness welling up from his testicles.
The burning ache of his male organ quaked through his grasping, spastically clawing fingers and he found himself pulling her clothes from her shoulders, ripping her brassiere from the delicate orbs of her breasts. His lips parted, fevered and gasping as he pawed the resilient fruits of her lush womanhood.
The pungent odor of his masculinity filled her as she forced her mouth through all the intricate rituals Ray had taught her. Mona's head felt strange and hollow as if it might fall and shatter like a piece of Dresden china. At last she didn't feel or hear anything outside her mechanical, lust-filled world. She didn't see or feel. The hands that clutched at her swinging tits and thick-stemmed nipples went unnoticed and her own fingers kneaded urgently at their task in the filling balls of his groin.
Her mouth engulfed his prick more deeply, her tongue swirling round and round his throbbing meat with the furor of insatiable hunger. The tiny, even teeth nettled the grooves of his flesh with tantalizing sawing strokes that threatened to burst his ballooning cock.
Their sinews alive and tensed with passion triggered his driving organ. Thrusting it into her mouth with the desperate need of his sex, he began the pounding fucking of her mouth that would summon his cumming.
Deeper and deeper he plunged with his threatening load of cum. Longer and harder came his drives into the soft, scalding liquid wall of her oral cavity.
Owen clenched at her breasts with the urgency of his screwing. His lust rose to abandon as in fever pitch excitement he grappled her head and rose to his knees to guide her actively bobbing head in the ritual of their oral coition.
"Aauuuuggghhh!" he groaned with the furor of his turbulently seething balls.
They gurgled and moaned together with the bliss of their primitive lust. Gyrating and lunging with the intentness of his screwing prick and her madly masticating mouth.
Sweat dripped from their bodies and they could feel the spastic tremoring of his cumming welling in the depths of his groin and rolling outward toward the pinnacle of his climax.
Frozen in the heated, torrid ecstasy of their orgasm, he came. The red-hot poker of his cock jetted forth, erupting its scalding lavas into her gulping throat. The floodgates of his dam had given way deep in his testicles still in the clutch of one delicate hand.
"Eeeeyyyuuunnhhh!" the vibrations of his vocal chords filled the air, trembling through his chest though it seemed a foreign voice that cried out.
Mona's swallows were loud and punctuating to the gushing molten liquids that filled her with each lunge into her sucking, gluttonous throat. Even when his limp prick was spent she milked his testicles gently for the last precious drop. Then gurgling with satisfaction she slumped to the ground before him.
"Mona! Mona!" cried Owen, leaning over her.
There was a soft whimper and the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. It hadn't been Ray at all. In spite of all her wishing and pretending it couldn't be Ray! It was someone else. Someone she hardly knew!
Suddenly she felt the curdling, nauseating twisting of her intestines filled with the white sperm of his loins. Oh God! her heart cried out. What have I done!
Her head was heavy like lead and she felt herself spinning downward to meet the heaving ground. Before she could stop herself she had crashed into the hard earth face first with a resounding crack.