Chapter 1
She was keyed with panic, even before she was fully awake. A gentle jostling of the bed or cot told her she was traveling, but she had no conception of where she was or how she had gotten there.
And the darkness all around her like a shroud provoked the temptation to start screaming and keep screaming. Her body stiffened at the eerie sweep of light through the area in which she lay. And she realized the light was from a vehicle which had approached from the rear and swung out and passed.
Her caught breath lodged in her throat, strangling the urge to scream, when there was a momentary hesitation in the motion of the vehicle. But there was a trembling surge of power and she was transported forward as she realized that whoever was driving had smoothly shifted to a lower gear. The vehicle was on an upgrade.
She swallowed with difficulty. Her tongue was like a wad of dry cotton. She realized, with an increased sense of panic, that she was naked under the coarse blanket that rasped across the faces of her bare breasts, her belly and down her long legs.
And she had no memory of her clothes being removed. She turned onto her left side and slowly drew into a ball with her knees pulled up until they nudged into the firm swell of her breasts. She became aware of a bitter sting between her legs--up inside her. Sickening terror knotted in her belly as she wondered if she had been violated while asleep, or unconscious.
"Oooooh, God," she sighed as quick tears scalded her eyes. Timidly, fearfully, she unwrapped her arms from around her shins and Veed her thighs apart. Even, white teeth nipped onto the tip of her tongue as she groped between her legs with her right hand. A finger nudged into the firm petals, found the entry and probed deep.
Her body trembled at the feverish flutter deep in her insides. "Oooooh, God," she breathed, only slightly relieved to find the virginal membrane was still intact. She hadn't been assaulted, but panic surged anew as she struggled to remember anything.
She coiled back into a tight fetal position, knees pressed into her breasts, flesh stretched tightly over the rounded buttocks, the burning persisting in the vulva and vagina.
The last thing she could recall was the deserted locker room of the Greater Los Angeles Tennis Pavilion. She had been drinking the tall vodka collins a waitress had brought from the bar.
Had she been drugged? She couldn't even remember showering. She remembered sitting on a wooden bench in panties and bra, drained mentally and physically, after telling a Pavilion official to ship her equipment to Las Vegas.
And she clearly recalled the after-match interviews and bantering with reporters, saucily tucking the check for $32,800 into her filmy bra. And that was all. Every last detail she could remember.
Until she had awakened a few minutes before in total strangeness, on the road--somewhere--with an unknown someone driving this heavy vehicle--with her totally naked under a heavy, woolen blanket that scratched her firm titties and her butt and her right shoulder.
"Uncle Fletcher," she cried softly, tears drooling around the tip of her nose, across her upper lip and down her left cheek. But maybe he was in Europe by then. She had no idea what time it was--or even what day.
She tucked her chin into the fleshy crevice of her bosom and wept silently, bitterly, terror reigning over the exhaustion that demanded sleep.
She couldn't find any consolation in the fact that whoever had her hadn't--yet--taken her and ravished her body. Starkly, the question in her mind was not if, but when?
Just as a sleep of fatigue was about to prevail, a frail voice from a speaker somewhere jolted her. "Miss Jody Freeman? Jody? Is my little tennis queen awake yet? This," the voice was not unctuous and amused, "is your captain, Bert Clemson, speaking. We are at four-thousand feet, and will be flying as soon as I get this rig to the summit and headed downhill. Jody?"
Jody choked on the panic-urge to scream and wadded her naked body into an even tighter ball until she sensed pressure on her intestines and rectum.
"In a few hours it will be daylight and we'll be stopping for a leisurely break, for relaxation and fun and games and rigorous calisthenics like you have never known before. The kind no athlete engages in to sharpen his game. But, aaahhhh, what a lovely exercise. And you have the body for it. A truly delectable body."
I've been kidnapped, Jody thought with chilling terror. But, why? And she wished her uncle hadn't gone to Europe to arrange for her projected tour.
Smaaaacccckkkk!
Jody's eyes fluttered open and she flopped naked atop the hard bed. Instantly she knew that she had slept, realizing the blanket had been sneaked from her and she had been slapped so hard on the butt, the force had quaked deep into her body.
For an instant, she glared at the tall man with ears flat against his long, narrow head. She grabbed for the blanket and flagged it out over her, kicking with her feet to spread it, clenching it down with her heels, clutching it under her chin.
"Bert Clemson, at your service, Miss Freeman," he grinned at her, his tongue flicking away a speck of tobacco from a lower tooth. "Sleep time is over--now it's broad daylight and time for games."
Despite her efforts, he yanked away the blanket and she tried to huddle her nudity away from his leering, lascivious eyes.
Instinctively, as she brushed at the long, blonde strands of hair that had floated over her face she thought that someone had cut the rubber bands that had held her hair in two tight manes over her shoulders.
"Baby, let me look at them two over-size, unfuzzy tennis balls on yer chest. Boy, you can serve them into my court any day," Clemson smirked, reaching out a long hand and chuckling as she recoiled.
Her eyes blazed with fear, revulsion and contempt as she shivered under the blanket. For no reason, her uncle's words came to her about never letting no tennis bum get in her pants or putting out to the Malibu muscle creeps.
And she wondered what he would say if he knew she was confronted with no choice. "Where are we--where am I?" she asked weakly.
Clemson sucked on his teeth and winked, shoved long hands into the front pockets of his khaki shorts. "Jody, you don't have to worry about things like that. I'm taking you on that two-weeks vacation you mentioned to the reporters in L.A."
He sidled away from her head and she altered her position, knowing it was futile, trying to conceal her nude body from his pale, darting eyes. She flexed her thighs together, drew her heels into her buttocks, concealing her femaleness. She crossed her arms over her bosom, but he knew he could see the creamy crowns, the dark circles and tiny berries.
Clemson did a little skip and side-step and his action drew her eyes to his front and the long welt and bulge of his shorts.
A helplessness and fury seemed to straggle for dominance with terror and disgust. "If you touch me I swear I'll kill you," she choked, hating the tears that blurred her vision.
His laughter was almost as degrading as if he had his hands on her creamy flesh, mauling her breasts and goose-pimpled buttocks and taking her down with his heavy, animal body.
"Why?" Jody ventured. Then, very pitifully, "Let me have the blanket, or my clothes?"
"Tennis darling," he simpered, "for what we're gonna do, a blanket or clothes only get in the way of the action. Didn't that business manager--your Uncle Fletcher--ever tell you that you can't fuck good if clothes come between crotches? Jody-baby, fuckin' is best when the guy can cram his cock into a pussy deep and get his balls against her asshole and they can rub groins and tangle pussy and pecker hair."
His expression changed quickly, face and eyes clouding. It frightened her. He half turned, rolling and wadding the blanket with hands and forearms and tossing it into a closet.
"I'll be looked for and you'll be arrested and put in jail, maybe even electrocuted," she tried to sound stern, but recognizing that her tone was blustery and frightened and unconvincing.
"Shit, no," he glowered, reaching quickly and tugging a strand of her hair until it sent needles of pain into her scalp. She slapped at his hand and he evaded her and squeezed an exposed breast, tweaked the tiny nipple until she squalled plaintively with the acute pain.
As she was about to scream at him, he slapped her brutally in the face. "Uncover," he yelled, tone growling, "get yer legs unscrambled so I can see yer pussy and get your arms away so I can look at your fancy tits."
He slapped her again, stunning her and her arms drifted downward to her sides as she half turned. He stopped her and she was on her back. He stung the tips of his long fingers into the tender flesh of her thighs and kept at it until she fished her legs out straight.
He was staring ravenously at her exposed breasts, her heaving tummy and sex mound fringed delicately with golden tendrils of silky hair.
"Damn, what a dish of sex, all built for fuckin'. It's a waste, bouncing that fancy butt around on a tennis court," Clemson gloated, leaning over her to run the tips of his fingers from her groin, up over her flat belly to tickle and poke and gouge at her firm, rubbery titties.
"Please?" Jody whimpered.
He slapped her face, flat on with a heavy palm. "Don't ever say please to me unless you're asking for more of what I'm givin' you at the time."
Numbly, Jody wished she had never exercised her ambitions to become a professional tennis player. The fun of the game was all there in Spokane. The money. Yes, the money. It was good to have fun and the money.
Jody stole a glance at Bert Clemson. His tone seemed to soften, even as he tugged the knit sport shirt off over his head. He smiled thinly as he ran those huge palms over his scalp-close hair. She felt mesmerized as she stared at his bony chest, the sprinkling of hair and corded muscles that snaked around in his belly.
Instinctively, a hand flew to her open mouth as she stared at the horrible tenting of his shorts, saw the dark, moist circle at the bloated extremity.
"Just lookin' at your sexy body gives me the creamies in my pants," Clemson said shakily. "You give me stony nuts and a hard-on that won't ease. Baby, the only way I can ease my pain is prickle my needle at you and try to sew up that open gash between yer silky thighs."
Her entire being crawled as he squirreled the tip of an index finger into her navel. Nerves tingled through her abdomen and she retched with indignation, and hopeless degradation.
"You get hungry, and I'll feed you something good. Lots of cream and protein and cock-o-hydrate," Clemson took little dance steps, shuffling his feet and foisting his prominent crotch toward her pale face.
She dared another slap in the face. "You're sick, Clemson," she snarled at him. He slapped her harder, the hardest time yet.
Jody turned her face away from his leering eyes, open mouth with thin lips stretched over prominent teeth. She would like to ask her uncle how she could stay pure and marry a good, clean "lumberjack type" from Washington or Oregon or Idaho. "I will kill you," she sobbed, not moving as he spanked her bare butt.
She clearly heard the zipper skid and knew he was removing the only thing that stood between her virginity and--being fucked. Her mind shaped the word, the single syllable and sound, even though her tongue was idle in her mouth like a wad of clay or mud. She couldn't recall even her eyes and mind acknowledging the word before--not even when she had seen it in the girls' locker room at high school.
Now, I'm going to find out how much humiliation a four-letter word can convey, she thought, the mental agony doing something to her body, physically.
"I won't hurt you, Jody," Clemson muttered. And she heard his feet lift and come back to the floor of the vehicle as he removed his shoes and socks and shorts. "Just stab it into you. Pluck yer ripe, plump little cherry I diddled and doodled with my finger after I got you aboard. Then, I'll shaft it to you, slow and easy, 'til you got the whole damned cock swallowed up with your little fuck-mouth. And I'll let you adapt--afore I start pumpin' the pecker-plunger into your sweet pussy, reamin' it out and jizz-cummin' all over your sex-cellar."
Jody sensed rather than heard him shuffling, barefoot, toward her head. I won't look at him, she thought, as she turned her head and her gaze was captured by his grotesquely ugly genitals.
"Look, Baby. See my big, hard cock I'm gonna plow it in yer furrow and up your goody hole?" He laughed, tone deep and menacing.
And she couldn't help it that her eyes were galvanized to his corrupt erection. She almost gagged as she saw the seep of clear oil from the mocking slot in the blunt tip.
"Look close, Honey," Clemson gloated, just holding his heavy gonads and letting his mast swing and sway before her agonized eyes. "Sure wish I had mirrors in the old Winnebago so you could watch me shaft the old hard-on to you. It's a real sight, seeing a real, man-sized prick being punched into a young, tight, cozy cunny like you got between your slick legs. How come some young girls like to keep their juicy little treasures buried an inch from the dump ground? Think they may wear it out, just from sittin' on it?"
Jody shook her head, feeling sick in the pit of her stomach. She cowered away as he braced a knee on the edge of the bunk, a hand moving the skin back and forth tauntingly on the lengthy shaft.
"Come on, Honey, you ain't about to serve. Get those race horse legs apart. Pull yer knees up tense and wiggle yer toes like you were about to get a try for an ace from across net," Clemson gutturaled. And Jody could see the lust and passion seeming to flow back and forth from his glazed eyes to his engorged genitals.
Slowly, she said, "Clemson! I will kill you."
"Fuckin' me to death, I pray," he gurgled greedily as he hefted his lanky body onto the hard bed. His fingers dug cruelly in the flesh of her thighs just above the knees as he forced her open. He licked his lips as he forced her knees upward and he ogled her exposed crotch devouringly. "Ooooh, Lord, how I'm gonna savor punchin' the prong into your luscious little pussy and floodin' the jizz in you."
Jody kicked at him and tried to squirm her thighs together. He cuffed her beside the head, prompting a spangle of harsh lights behind her eyes and a clanging ring in her left ear. She prayed that she would faint or he would be merciful and knock her unconscious.
He wedged his naked body between her legs and forced her knees upward. "Keep your legs bent up and spread wide so your cunt is arched up so I can drive my cock into you at the proper angle," he ordered. "I want your pussy pushed up so the slope is just right for good fuckin' with long cock-strokes."
Jody shivered with dread as he hovered over her, letting his massive, dripping organ lie up across her belly. His heavy, hairy balls dangled against her defenseless, vulnerable vulva.
She tried, desperately, to remember what she had read and heard about what a girl should do if she were about to be raped. She seemed to recall the victim should fight as hard as she could and scream with all her might. But who would hear her here--wherever she was?
She thought some authorities advised the girl to be submissive and cooperative. There was less chance she would be badly hurt or killed. A turbulent trembling began all through her body and she couldn't still it.
He was fumbling about her place with his fingers and she lifted her head to stare down between the wide vale of her breasts in spite of her fright and disgust. Perhaps it was a mental, protective mechanism. She seemed to withdraw from herself and stared at his dangling penis with the dark knob and swaying testicles with detachment. All she could see of herself was the furry little parapet above her dainty little furrow, but she could feel his fingers adroitly parting the outer and inner folds and petals of her flesh.
"Oh, Jody-baby," he breathed heavily, "you smell so sweet and delicious, I'm tempted to eat out your pussy before I spang the prick into your little poontang."
Her neck began to ache, but she couldn't force herself to lie back and accept what was inevitable. There was, in fact, a growing fascination in her brain.
"Only thing that will hurt you much," Clemson said conversationally as he palmed his huge tusk and aimed it into her small gash, "will be when I put on the pressure and pop your cherry. But I'll hesitate and give you a chance to catch a deep breath and kind of brace yourself for it. All it amounts to, really, is I'll ease my cock into you and when the head pushes against yer skin, I'll let you rest. And when you're ready, I'll increase the pressure, stretch the skin, then stab it right on through."
"Clemson? Please?" Sweat sprang to her forehead and then her face.
"That's what I told you," he gloated. "Say please when you want something."
Jody cringed, pressing her tapering thighs against his flanks as if to expel him from her Veed legs, but he wedged the purplish plum in her tender little crevice and pried it lower, against the entry to her body. She felt she was going mad.
"Jesus! Let me die!" she shrieked, unable to wriggle away from him as she felt him hunch slightly, dabbling the head of his cock at her fevered entry. She felt her toes curls as her flesh was stretched by his more determined prodding.
"Jody, you're gonna be real tight," Clemson muttered, "and I wish you could see the way your little pussy hole squeezes my knob. Brace yourself, Baby, I'm comin' in--gonna pop the head of my prick inside now."
Jody thought she screamed but didn't hear her voice as she suffered a tearing sensation as he penetrated her. She felt that part of her body was bloated with a massive, hard object.
She stared unbelievingly at his immense shaft of hard meat that was barely skewered into her pussy. It seemed unreal, the way a male and female could be joined.
"Okay?" Clemson muttered.
Her head flopped back on the hard mattress as he nudged at her and she could feel, very keenly, the grate and stretching of his prick entering her.
"You really oughta watch my prick go in until you can't see nothin' but my black hair and your blonde hair," Clemson said cheerfully.
Her body suddenly writhed and coiled. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh," Jody gasped and panted with short breaths, a burning, tingling sensation stinging her innards. She tried to kick at him, hut her feet were behind him and she couldn't reach his heaving chest.
"Ready, Baby? Get a deep breath now."
"Oooohhh, nooooo! Uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted, vaguely aware that her feet were dangling a foot from the bed. "Aaagggh!"
His short, brutal hunch of hips sent a ripping sensation upward through her body and she felt she was on the edge of darkness, almost blacking out.
"You got no more cherry!" Clemson gloated.
Her eyes fluttered and she was perplexed by the solemn cast of his long face, the film of sweat on his body. There was a churning down there and she could only see half as much of his prick as the last time she had looked.
"Push your pussy up at me now," Clemson grated. "Either put your feet on the bed up close to your ass buns or swing 'em high and wide up by your head. I want you to arch your cunt up to me as I shaft my cock all the way up your snatch. And with your pussy lofted up, you get all the prick I got when I fuck it to you."
Jody gasped and swallowed hard as he methodically bored his monstrous dong into her aching, throbbing pussy. She could see only about an inch of his stump protruding from his matted forest of black pubic hair.
What if he gets me knocked up? she fretted dolefully, as she watched him wiggle his body and relentlessly pry and prod the remaining inch of prick into her. She felt giddy and faint, every sense focused on the gorging of her body with his mammoth meat.
Instinctively, she was grateful that the sharpest of her pain had subsided, replaced by a sort of numbness. She could feel the hardness of his groin pressed to her fleshy mound.
"I'll let my cock soak for a minute and you can get used to having your pussy crammed full of prick," Clemson murmured. "Then, I'm gonna fuck you silly, dizzy and insane."
Give me sweet, merciful death, Jody wailed mentally, not resisting as he cupped his hands behind her knees and lifted her thighs, rolling her taut little rounded butt up from the bed.
"Oh-oh-oh--uh-uh-uh," she gasped as he drew his cock far out of her cunt and snaked it back in with a steady thrust of his hips.
"Gonna be smooth, snug fuckin'," Clemson marveled, extracting his organ again and shafting it back into her. "What a fabulous piece of ass, Honey! Can you feel the full length of my prick as I haul it out and chase it back in?
"Come on. Shake your ass up and down and back and forth and fuck along with old Bert," he chuckled, repositioning his knees and beginning to fuck the cock to her in measured, rhythmic plunges.
She felt that she was being broken in half when he looped her legs up over his heaving shoulders, seized her narrow flanks and began fucking her faster and faster.
"When the old cock starts shooting jizz up your twat, I want you to scream and yell and bounce all over the bed," he gasped, socking his cock in her so hard, his balls bounced off her helpless bottom and his groin smashed her mound. "That's what a guy really likes when he cums up in a gal's snatch, having her go wild and crazy, like she was trying to climb a wall."
Jody was taking his stabbing prick easier now and she relaxed slightly, keenly conscious of the firm, smooth glide of his organ in and out of her snug little box.
Suddenly, he came at her with a wild frenzy, fucking wildly and erratically, driving his shaft into her with frantic lunges. Sweat ran from his short hair and dripped from his contorted face onto her throbbing titties.
Sensations like electrical impulses surged from where he was shafting his cock-meat into her tortured, plundered pussy up through her lean tummy and into her breasts.
"Ooooooh!" she squalled as he suddenly clammed into her and she felt her insides being scalded as his prick pulsated and spasmed inside her cunt.
Slowly, he collapsed atop her, his hairy chest flattening the blossoms of her breasts, his weight so heavy she felt that he would suffocate her. But she managed to breathe shallowly and he gradually lifted himself from her sweaty, tormented body.
Numbly, she raised her head and watched him come erect on his knees. She gasped and swallowed convulsively as she watched him extract his prick from her plundered pussy. Momentary nausea assailed her as he laid out his wilting meat on her tummy. She could see flecks of blood matted in his pubic hair and let her head drop back to the mattress.
"You been fucked good and I had me a real hot, tight, hard fuck," Clemson muttered, fumbling off the bed.
Jody heard water running and surmised he was holding his genitals over the lavatory basin and was washing them. Then he was back, dropping a wash cloth, soppy with cold water on her feverish crotch.
"Clean yourself up, Honey. I'm gonna crank up and get on up the road."
Her hands fumbled the wet cloth against her split and she almost told him, "Thanks, Clemson."