Chapter 3
For an agonizing minute, all reality escaped Jody as she stared at the slow reddening and brutal set of Clemson's face. The climbing sun had cut the Winnebago's shadow and blazed on her head.
"I like that kind of music," Clemson growled. "And if you don't, that's too fuckin' bad."
Her eyelids began fluttering as she anticipated his fists pounding against her face. He rose slowly, kicked the light-weight chair away behind him. "You hear me?" Quickly, he hooked a foot under the seat of her chair and kicked her over backwards.
She landed heavily on her shoulders and the back of her head.
"And don't you ever, ever, ever scream at me that way again," he howled, his bare foot flailing at her, kicking the toppled chair onto a stunted clump of sagebrush some ten feet away. "Goddamn you, you little uppity slut, I oughta kill you."
Warily, Jody crawled away, pulling her legs and feet under her, preparing to bolt to her feet and run. To where?
"I'm gonna teach you, teach, teach, teach, teach you," Clemson screamed like a mad animal.
As if paralyzed or hypnotized, she watched him dash to a ladder at the end of the bus and clamber up it. Only dumbly aware of her bare butt on the sandy ground, she watched him dart along the top and flip the ends of two ropes down the side of the vehicle.
"You're gonna get it now," Clemson yelled. "You're gonna catch hell for screaming at me that way." Agilely, he lowered his body over the side of the bus and dropped to the ground.
Jody began crying, sobs coming in plaintive whimpers as she cowered away from him. The gritty soil sandpapering the tender skin stretched over her buttocks went unnoticed. Hatred and terror was sowing another scream--but she choked it back, afraid of adding to his menacing anger as he stalked her. She flopped over to crawl away from him and he kicked her bottom with the side of his feet, sending her sprawling forward, right cheek scraping along the ground, the creamy crowns of her breasts emoried raw.
He half-lifted her by the upper left arm as he kicked her butt again. She had no balance, because of the liquor, and he shoved her toward the bus. "God, no," she screeched as he secured her wrists with the two ropes, hefting her up until she barely stood flat-footed, her scratched breasts throbbing against the side of the bus.
She would have emitted a long, wavering scream, but his feet bounced into her defenseless ass cheeks and she was slammed full-body into the vehicle.
"You're gonna learn to behave," Clemson snarled and she could hear his heavy, labored breathing just inches from her left ear. She sobbed against the bus, rubbing her sore cheek against an upstretched arm. Scalding tears were like fire in the fine scrapes of her skin.
Jody was conscious of some relief as she listened to the fierceness in his tone soften into a smug gurgle. But it was supplanted by dread and despair as his large hands found her bare shoulders, massaged briefly, slid down and around to cup and fondle her tender breasts.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh--oooohhh, noooo," Jody whimpered, breath rapid, coming in bewildered pants. She was conscious of her toes curling, digging into the dirt that had been loosened by the harsh dig of the braking front tire.
"Goddamn beautiful, saucy young butt," Clemson grunted, his fingers working on the firm globes of her flesh.
And Jody swallowed roughly, astonished that his coarse touch was producing a hot tumescence in her dainty young nipples. "Clemson!" she howled with shame and frustration.
He laughed delightedly, moving against her bare bottom and rubbing the firm, fleshy ridge back and forth across the half-moons and goading it at the pinched crack. She tried to hinge her butt away from him, but the side of the bus was unyielding and all she succeeded in accomplishing was flattening her Venus mound against it, provoking an unfamiliar, shameful tingling of .nerves all through her taut loins.
"You're comin' out, Baby," Clemson chortled, increasing the pressure of his penis against the pinched crease between the long, curving buns of her ass.
"Never been diddled until a few hours ago and I guess nothing else," he gurgled. "Never sucked or been rear holed."
For a moment, Jody wished she hadn't drunk the liquor, but as her senses became acutely aware of Clemson's rubbing his obscenity against her bare rear end, she wished she had drank more and more and more--until she was so drunk she didn't know morning from sundown.
"Jeez, just rubbing the old jock against your keen ass through my shorts bring me out, too, Jody. Do you feel my prick getting steamed up and hard? Damn, just doing this gets it thick and long, Honey. And fuckin' is the only way I can get it to go down to a normal piss-hole. Yep, gotta zap it into a hot, juicy poontang pussy-hole and drain the sap out of it."
"You filthy son of a bitch," Jody gasped, disturbed and ashamed it lacked the vehemence she intended. Her humiliation deepened as he chuckled with amusement and enjoyment. A shudder cascaded through her as he left her suddenly. She was too weak to follow his stride to the storage compartment, just sobbed raggedly, praying for relief or unconsciousness.
"Eeeeiiiikkkkk," she gasped as his fingers snarled in her hair and he wrenched her head back, turned her face to the right. She hadn't dreamed he had gotten her things from the motel. He was brandishing the tennis racket with the broken string that she hadn't gotten to the shop yet.
"My serve," Clemson chuckled, grinning at her, his teeth large and fang-like near her startled eyes.
"Think I'll try acin' yer ass, Jody," Clemson giggled harshly.
Jody vaguely heard the flutter of air through strings, then screamed shrilly as the webbing twanged against her left butt cheek. Jody tried to recoil from him and the incredible sting of the taut strings.
"Fault," Clemson coughed.
"Splanggggggg."
"Double fault," Clemson yipped as he banged the racket against the other cheek.
Jody couldn't control the writhing hunch of her hips, rubbing her mound against the bus, knowing she couldn't escape.
"Hey, Jody, I love the way you roll yer ass--but don't yer know you can't fuck the bus?" He began a rhythmic swatting of her helpless butt with the faulty racket. She began to feel faint.
"Got anything to say to me, Jody?" Clemson taunted, pausing long enough for her to answer, then resuming the steady splat-splat of racket against her tingling, burning flesh. "Say something, Jody."
She almost strangled on inward tears of humiliation and panic. She glug-glugged against the convulsive "please."
He spanked away again at her red-welted buttocks. "You got part of it right. Can you think of what goes with it?"
"Please--don't," Jody whimpered.
"You're trying," Clemson goaded, "out that ain't what I want to hear and what you truly want to say. Now think it over a minute. Just three little words, Jody. The second word begins with the letter 'F'."
Oooooh, Jesus, no, Jody began shivering despite the increasing desert heat. "Aaaaiiiieeee," she howled as she felt him finger her sore loaves and wiggle the handle of the racket into the long, deep furrow.
"Figured out how it goes, Jody?" Clemson hissed in her ear. "Let me whisper you a little hint. Okay?"
Her eyes widened, squinted shut. Jody's knees sagged and she slumped against the binding ropes that dug into her wrists, trapping blood in her tingling fingertips. "Oooohhhh, God," she murmured, praying she would faint.
"You heard me, Jody," Clemson said sternly, the racket splanging against her inflamed buttocks. "I know you heard what I said.
"Now. NOW! Say it."
Every screaming fiber of her body anticipated the racket torture again. She could hear him swishing it through the air, menacing.
"Please ..." she began slowly, nausea forcing her to swallow fast and hard.
"You're gonna get there, Jody," Clemson said with a mockingly consoling tone. "Keep at it."
"Please-fuckme!" she blurted, hating herself and banging her forehead against the bus.
"Say it slowly and with sincerity and feeling," Clemson challenged, fingers plowing into her anal crease.
"Please," Jody drew a deep ragged breath, "please--fuck--me." And she sagged against the cutting ropes again. She was numbly conscious of his lifting her, a hairy arm around her narrow waist, so he could loosen the rope knots. Then she was untied and he hefted her, righted a chair and dropped her into it.
"I would be proud to oblige," Clemson laughed, winking at her obscenely, carnally.
Her hot bottom seemed wet and sticky against the plastic webbing of the chair and Jody wondered whether he had cut the flesh and she was bleeding. A hand passed limply over her eyes where the past-mid-morning sun further bewildered her dazed mind. She peered dumbly at the still-tingling wet fingertips and thought the stickiness could be perspiration.
There was a molten lump in the pit of her stomach, a sickness all through her as she reviewed what she had said moments before. She sensed her lips drawing into a frown-out as she dully watched him drop his shorts around his knees, standing just yards away, feet wide, pelvis forward-thrust to foist his genitals at her.
She could run away--right at that moment. His clothes were down around his ankles and would hobble him for a brief time. Through sheer panic and determination, she felt she could out-distance him.
As hope sparked, she dragged her eyes from the lolling sway of his heavy scrotum clogged with potent testicles and the meaty hose of his sex extending and thickening as it rose in erratic jerks. She swallowed with difficulty, still seeing the kinky tendrils of pubic hair on his thick-skinned bag and the silvery drip of syrup from the tiny, gaping slit in the tip of the glans.
But? Run where? There was a reddish, coppery cast to all the desert now. In the distance was a playful whirlwind whipping up dirt and debris. Heat ripples danced over a long ridge of exposed rock. And swinging in a high, wide lazy circle was an eagle. Or a buzzard.
Yes? Run where?
How could she escape? Naked and sore. With no food or water. She had hunted and fished with her Uncle Fletcher. In the mountains of Washington and Idaho and in their parched desert regions. And she knew the perils of being in either without protection and food and water.
"Hey, Jody, ask me again, will you?" Clemson jarred her and dispelled her reverie. "I like the way you begged me to do it to you. Ask me again."
Her eyes, filled with loathing, swung back to his totally naked body. "No," she said wearily, shaking her head slowly. "I said it--you made me say it--and I won't say it again."
His laughter had a chilling effect, despite the increasing heat of the desert sun that seemed to be dehydrating her sleek, feverish body.
"Oh, hell, that's okay--this time. But you will before your vacation is over."
In spite of her contempt and dread of him, she couldn't drag her eyes from his hands, one cupping and fondly and jostling his massive balls and the other stroking up and down back and forth as he tauntingly jacked off just a few feet from her wan face.
"Wanta take the two nuggets in yer hand and feel a real treasure?" Clemson goaded her, squeezing his fat, firm nuts. "I guess it's okay to call 'em nuggets--being as what that's what helped make Nevada famous. I think I got a real set of golden lumps."
"You're disgusting," Jody intoned, wincing as he masturbated rapidly, milking the clear stickiness from the dimple in the head of his lust-engorged cock.
Jody shrank from him mentally, cowered back in the chair as he waggled his lean hips coitally, forcing his massive, ready phallus to swing freely, dripping. She could see the waltzing of his stomach muscles as he tensed them, compelling his gross testes to yo-yo in the thick sac that was now stretched smooth.
"Ready, Jody?"
She tried to peer defiantly into his face, but her eyelids began fluttering as she anticipated a brutal slapping and mauling. But Clemson surprised her when he hefted her almost tenderly into his hard arms.
"Nooooo, Clemson? Please? Don't do it? Get me my clothes and take me to some town and let me go and I won't tell anyone ever-ever-ever."
He jostled her naked body against his hairy chest and she squirmed futilely in his unyielding arms. She cried out as he held her tightly and she felt the rasp of his beard on the crown of her right breast.
"Oooooh, nooo," she sobbed as he captured the nipple in lips and nipped his teeth deep into the aureole. She stiffened, kicked her legs out straight as he sucked and dappled his tongue on the tough little berry.
She flailed with an arm as he let her slump and she curled an arm around his neck, fearful he would let her fall to the hard, hot, sandy ground. "Aaaggghhh," she gurgled as she felt the hot, wet knob of his hard, gorged meat dobbing against her hot, throbbing buttocks.
He held her there, her right hip against his groin, his sex tusk probing at the tense crease, a finger forcing in between her legs to find her aching cavity.
Jody was bewildered and ashamed as muscles spasmed the lengths of her thighs and he found her--in deep. And the dainty nipple was becoming hot and tumescent under the goadings of his lasciviously active mouth.
"Oooohhhh, baby," Clemson chortled, mumbling against her breast, "I got my finger fucked all the way in ya and I can feel yer nifty twat throbbing on it."
Jody screamed pitifully as she felt him swizzling and hooking his finger inside her. Her back arched, her legs went limp and dangled across his forearm as he began forcing his finger in and out of her snug vagina.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted, sensing a baffling coiling and writhing deep in her loins.
"Heeey, I think you really dig being finger-fucked," Clemson chuffed as he sucked voraciously on her vanquished tittie.
She was appalled when she suddenly realized she was squeezing fingers into the nape of his neck. She began kicking and squirming again as he gouged a finger deep into her viscous cunt and slapped his face, his ear. But he bit down on her tittie and she quit, squalling from the dizzying pain.
Incoherent words of prayer to faint throbbed in her tormented brain. But she knew she wasn't going to lose consciousness. Instead, incomprehensibly to her, her slender thighs eased open. Immediately he recognized the proffered advantage and his finger slid in and out of her slickly, rapidly.
Her right palm cupped the back of his neck, her back arched and she felt him lowering her and she prepared herself to being laid out on the ground.
There was a gritty stinging in her abused buttocks as he put her down on her back. "This old cowboy is gonna go things different. He's gonna herd the stallion into the horsey corral, then throw himself in the saddle. And we'll ride, ride, ride."
Jody moaned involuntarily as his finger was pulled out of her seething little canny. She flung her arms out from her shoulders and stared with glazed, glassy eyes as she watched him shuffle between her upward scissored thighs. She peered into his narrow, intent face. Her knees seemed to crowd him as he leaned his body to her, and she spread them as far apart as was comfortable. Even farther until she sensed a creaking in her young pelvis.
She lifted her head from the dust and peered at the sloping sway of his immense penis. Her gaze followed his hands as he wiped dust from them on her breast globes before using the fingers of one to part the puffed petals in her dainty furrow and aimed his massive missile at the core of her sex.
In spite of her yearning for it to be otherwise, her senses seemed to grow more acute. Muscles trembled along the inner planes of her thighs and she watched in fascination as she saw the purplish knob swab out of sight into the folds of her flesh, under the tousled bush across her little groin pillow.
"Oh-oh-oh--uh-uh-uh-uh," she moaned, anticipating pain as she keenly felt a pulpy plowing, a stretching, then a slow gorging in the resilient pore between her legs.
"It'll be good for you this time," Clemson grunted. "It won't hurt none. Now you just relax 'til I get it stuffed in ya and you'll enjoy gettin' fucked yerself fucked good and proper with a big cock sucked to the nuts in your honeyed cunny."
Jody let her head ease back to the dusty ground, her eyes rolled high and she stared as if hypnotized into the thin blackness of the Nevada desert sky. Dully, she wondered where the eagle--or the buzzard--had gone.
"Roll yer ass up a little, Honey," Clemson whispered loudly, "so my prick can slide in easy-like--up to the balls."
She wanted to lie passive, but she was aware of her feet dancing and scooting in the dust, drifting upward toward her obscenely presented straddle.
And she tensed her muscles, lifting her bottom. It did seem to help. His massive meat seemed to slip into her with less bind and friction and she closed her eyes tightly as she felt it wedging into her, expanding and filling her. Rather pleasantly, she mused vacantly.
"Ohhh, Jeeeesus," Jody cried out suddenly as Clemson grasped her narrow flanks and hunched his hips, rotating them at the same time. He drove into her and she felt and heard the dull, meaty plop of his balls as they bounded against her upturned bottom. There was a warm fleshiness nestling in her splayed crack, against her bulging anus.
Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes slowly focused on his triumphant face. "You got it all, Tennis Queen. All nine inches of the old stud-meat shoved into yer mare-chute."
The quivering sensations that seemed to originate right between her legs and rippled upward through her heaving tummy bewildered Jody and she lifted her head, straining, trying to see the joining of her sex-place with his bulging organ. She strived to relax, but the sparkings of response of her body called out for attention.
She drew a deep breath of fascination as her eyes dwelt on the slow, slow, slow extraction of his solid meat from her throbbing body. She sensed her toes curling and scrawling in the dust as she stared at his wet, slick, blood-veined penis.
"You like the looks of a man's joint popping in and out of your tight little pussy, Jody?" Clemson leered, his tongue flicking across large teeth. "Bet you wish you could really see my cock banging away at your juicy little poontang. I've seen guys fuck gals. Can you get your fingers down to yer ass? When I plow my cock into your cunt, it really makes your butt hole pooch out."
Disgust suddenly grew like a sick lump around her heart and she let her head fall back. But it came up again when he banged it back into her, his balls plopping loudly against her hot, tortured asshole.
Just from the moist, torrid sensation, she could visualize the stretching of the outer, protective flaps of vulva-flesh around his slowly pistoning prick. Sweat dripped from the end of his nose onto her right breast and she rubbed it away with lazy fingers.
Then she was aware of her feet seeming to float into the air and she stared at them, dancing limply as his coital hunches jostled her. She drew her knees up until they were lodged in his perspiring armpits.
Her breath was coming in uncontrolled pantings as he humped with long strokes, slocking his meaty fang into her, seemingly deeper and deeper.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh," she gasped, faintly aware her bottom was up-jostling each time he drove his cock firmly into her cunt.
Then he stopped. And her head lifted.
"Wha-wha-what's the matter?" Jody wheezed, her bottom lifting to him and his immobile prick.
"Got a sharp rock or pebble under my right knee," Clemson grunted. And she felt his fingers searching along against her up-rolled butt as he sought the irritant.
"Get it out," Jody sighed. "Hurry--and--get--it out."
Then he was back at her, one of his hands curled around the back of her neck, the other massaging back and forth from hot, hard tittie to hot, hard tittie.
She drew a deep breath as her body absorbed the faster and faster pummeling of prick into her pussy. She could smell the heady, dizzying aroma of male and female sexing.
"Shake yer ass and I'll make yer pussy smoke," Clemson yelled as he began to throw the prick into her in long, fast, frantic thrusts. "By God, you're the best fuckin' piece of tail I ever ever ever had," he gloated, sweat dripping from his face onto her mauled boobies.
Numbly, Jody could feel her shoulders and upper back being scraped raw by the coarse ground as he plundered her throbbing, aching pussy. "Can you smell the fantastic perfume of cock popping and rubbing in and out of yer cunt?"
Jody closed her eyes with revulsion at his crude language. But her body was responding, her hips gyrating as she endeavored to hoist her pummeled crotch at the onslaught of his massive pecker. She was dimly aware of sobbing softly, tears streaming from her eyes. Each time he hammered his prick into her, he slid her a few inches along the rough ground.
But she was taking his fucking, even cooperating, giving her cunt to his marauding cock. He was going at her so prodigiously, he had her ass rolled high in the air and was driving his cock down into her. She could see the upper cleavage between the cheeks of his humping, bucking butt.
Clemson buried his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder. He began punching into her so erratically, she looped both arms around his neck, keeping him steady in the wide V of her trembling thighs.
She heard soft mewling sounds and slowly realized they were fluttering from her open, gasping mouth. Beyond his sweaty shoulder, she could see her dust-caked feet dancing against his heaving buttocks as his strokes became erratic short punchings of his prick into her writhing twat.
"What's--the--matter?" she whined peevishly as he socked it deep into her, grinding his hairy groin against her mound. Then she grew deliciously dizzy as she seemed flooded with a torrid spewing.
"I just cum a gallon of jizz in ya," Clemson panted, rubbing his hairy belly to her smooth tummy.
Jody let her arms fall away as he cased from her. "Oooh," she chirped sulkily as he pulled from her like a cork. And she glared after him as he strode away.
She lay in the dirt for several minutes, feeling filthy, his semen oozing out of her like a hot, slimy worm crawling from her gaping pussy, down through the crack of her ass. I hate you, Clemson. I'll kill you.
Then she smelled food cooking and clambered weakly to her feet. She cowered into the bus, his jizz crawling down her inner thighs. "Can I take a shower?"
"Water's on. You got sixty seconds. You can dry in the sun," he said, turning hamburger patties in an iron skillet.