Chapter 8
The first thing Jody noticed when she awoke was that Clemson had spread the blanket over her during the night while she slept. Up between her legs there was a burning sensation mingled with a pleasurable itching and a hungry-like craving.
As she remembered with keen feelings the past evening's episode, a depressing sense of remorse and shame took root in her mind. She sat up and languidly shrugged the blanket about her nakedness and determinedly put down the feeling of unhappiness.
She stood on unsteady legs and hesitated at the door. She listened to a hum and faint crackling of static as Clemson tried to tune in the radio.
Mutedly, she could hear him swearing far forward. Then a weak voice filtered from the back speaker, the announcer saying the rich Las Vegas tennis tournament was still in doubt, despite the indictment of unnamed eastern persons for illegal gambling activities in connection with the matches.
He said that players--men and women--were undecided about what course to take. The women wished they could hear from Jody Freeman. Not because she was a veteran on the tour, but because she had drawn top seeding. But Miss Freeman was somewhere on a secluded vacation and hadn't been heard from. All the players, however, were agreed on the desire to hold the matches because of the richness of the purse. Many of them felt Miss Freeman's feelings might determine whether the tournament was conducted as scheduled and there might be some concentrated effort to locate her.
Jody was aware of a sense of numbness and quiet jubilation. If a hunt was started for her, she might be freed from her captivity before the two weeks or so were up. She tried to remember how long Bert Clemson had had her. "Well," she sighed, "if he was telling me the truth, I can expect another ten or eleven days of his insatiable, carnal appetites."
She shoved open the door and blinked rapidly, nearly blinded by the dazzling sun that had supplanted the previous night's dreary storm. She strolled forward timidly, peering from windows at the whole outdoors bathed in the golden glare of early morning. Everything--the trees and shrubbery -was dripping wet and clean-looking.
Clemson was slumped in the driver's seat, staring at the radio. Jody decided she wouldn't mention the fragment of news she had heard. "Morning," she said without spirit.
"Yeah," Clemson grunted gloomily. As she paced nearer, he pointed obliquely through the windshield. "See that smoke? Must be a campfire around the bend yonder. I wasn't aware there was anyone in fifty miles of us."
Jody's heart leaped as she thought of being able to get away from Clemson, if she could only make contact with whoever was camping there. "Thanks for the blanket, Clemson," she said.
He merely nodded, taking a swig from his bottle of beer. "I dug you out one of my shirts," he said. "You can wear it. We'll be out in the sun a lot today and I don't want you burning your boobies so they're too sore for me to suck and nibble. I don't want your back blistered so you can lie down on it when I decide to give you some more pussy-pluggin' fuckin'."
She glared at him via the mirror. "Clemson," she said slowly, "you have a real talent for destroying your decent gestures with your lewd, depraved mouth."
She cringed mentally as she watched his eyes narrow and harden. "Little fuck-slut," he snarled, "you're the one who is going to have that kind of mouth pretty damned soon. I'm about to stuff nine inches of cock down your throat for saying things like that."
She turned away and picked up the plaid, Western-style shirt from the dinette table. Unabashed, she let the blanket fall to the floor and put on the shirt, snapping the fasteners up the front, between her sloping breasts, to the throat. She rolled the sleeves to the elbows.
"Get yourself a cold beer," Clemson muttered, again apparently calm. "I know you can use it 'cause I woke up with my head buzzing and fuzzy and feeling about the size of a nail keg from the vodka. 'Course, it could have been the workout you gave me, really put a strain on the heart, out fucking like that twice. You know, Jody, I think you're the first woman to screw me into two close-together jizzings in a long, long time. Even my pecker head's super-tender this morning. And when I pissed behind a bush, it burned like I still had it calking your hot cunny."
She opened two cold beers from the refrigerator, handed him one and mused over her lack of resentment toward his talk. It was better to be alive-even though carnally abused--than be beaten or dead. I'll get even sometime, some way, she frowned, letting the delicious cold beer run down her throat in a steady flow. "Thirsty-I was," she murmured, not meeting his appraising gaze.
"Wonder who the hell's camped up there?" Clemson grumbled. "Can't be hunters, not in season. Could be fishermen, I guess."
Boldly, Jody suggested, "Why don't you wander up and see?"
"Fuck, no!", Clemson snarled. "I don't want no truck with anyone. I don't want nobody around us. NOBODY."
Jody retreated mentally as she recognized a wildness in his tone and the trembling of his lanky body. "Okay, okay. Let's forget it."
"You're goddamned right, let's forget it," Clemson yelled, barely keeping the volume of his voice down.
Jody stared at her bare feet and her legs, bare below the shirttail that struck her at mid-thigh. "Clemson, I want to take a shower."
He nodded, head jerking erratically. "Water's on. Go ahead. Do it fast as you can to save water. Hear me? Do it in a quick, fast hurry."
"Okay," and she back-pedaled to the bathroom.
Uncertainty sprang up in Jody the minute she emerged from the bathroom. There was something ominous about the giant black man who overwhelmed the passenger seat with his bulk. And there was something about Clemson, a subdued quality, that fed her anxiety. "Get on to the back," Clemson said tersely.
Without a word, hands fluttering as if to push the hem of the shirt farther down to conceal her bare legs, she turned to obey, but the grinning black man raised the coffee mug and seemed to aim it at her.
"Naw, don't do that, pretty little white stuff," he said softly, yet his voice had a deep resonant rumble to it. "Just come on up here with us and have some coffee and booze and let's all get acquainted."
"Go on back, Jody," Clemson ordered, but his tone lacked conviction. She stared at him, looking for reassurance and protection, but, for the first time since she had known him, she saw fear close to panic in his pale eyes.
"She ain't your wife, is she, Mr. Clemson?" the black said in a way that it was more statement than question. "And she ain't your daughter. I watched while you were fishin' yest' evenin' and no father would let his daughter traipse around nude like that. So, I figure she's ..." his voice turned to a melodious chuckle. "Get yourself a cup and fill it half with coffee and top it with booze from the bottle by the sink."
Nervously, bewildered, Jody protested, "I don't want any liquor."
"I say you do," the black waggled a finger at her. And his gleaming dark eyes in great pools of white seemed to mesmerize her. With an accusing glance at Clemson, she took a cup from the cupboard and complied with the black man's admonishment.
"Whitest white meat I ever saw," the black said as she stood uncomfortably, sipping the coffee and whiskey against her will. She was resentful and chilled by his covetous eyes that ogled her legs, drifted up over her crotch and zig-zagged from breast to breast, his eyes making her feel naked and vulnerable. Clemson slumped in the driver's scat, slurping from his cup.
"You trained her to go down and blow you yet?" the black gloated. And Jody could see he had Clemson cowed.
"Get out of here and leave us be," Clemson blurted, a whine in his voice. And Jody became more aware of his fright. He protested, but it reminded her of a cowardly tomcat who spat and hissed at a tormenting dog from a high, safe perch in a tree.
And becoming acutely aware of Clemson's lack of bravery, her own feelings of desolation, abandonment and danger became alarmingly dreary. She cowered away when the giant black man heaved to his feet and slashed a huge hand across Clemson's white face. "Shut your fuckin', honky mouth!"
Wide-eyed, terror-stricken, Jody watched blood spurt from Clemson's nose and smashed lips. He gurgled and wiped the blood on a bare, hairy forearm. The black man slammed the side of his fist down atop Clemson's head and Clemson began wheedling "Don't hit me no more. Please, don't beat on me?"
The Negro laughed and slapped Clemson beside the ear with a crunching back-hand. "You don't deserve such a fine, white split-tail, you bastard, Clemson."
Judy stared with dismay at the sobbing Clemson who had curled his arms about his battered head and face. Disgust and hatred for his weakness was like a lump of ice in her belly.
She backed against the sink as the towering black man turned to face her, his eyes glittering and Hashing as he appraised her trembling body.
"Had me a hot heifer the other day," the black man sucked his white teeth, "and never dreamed when I made her bawl I would have the good fortune to have me a pretty, white, two-legged calf today."
Jody gasped, unable to stop staring at the black as he shed his jeans. The slowness of his fingers seemed to mock her as he finished undressing. It was like an eerie, bad dream, she thought wildly, staring with disbelief at his massive organ. She swallowed hard, nearly choked, as the Negro lifted it in one hand and waggled it around to guarantee her attention. She stifled a shriek. Her eyes narrowed as she gawked at it, involuntarily calculating whether she could take all of his cock.
The slot in the tip of his pole seeped a stick, clear string as he stepped toward her, his wobbling prick seeming to beckon her. Then his hand shot out and he grabbed her left arm. The other hooked in the throat of the shirt and he jerked. The snaps separated in a full protest and she was naked before him, titties jutting, quivering with her frightened breathing.
She was numb, unresisting as he stripped the garment down her arms. When his gazed eyes fastened on her breasts, she flung her right forearm across them. When his eyes danced to her flax-adorned mound, she laid a hand over it.
The black man laughed with excited glee. "What saucy, jutty boobies," he chuckled. He hunched his hips and the wet knob of his monstrous cock slopped against her navel. Impulsively, she tried to retreat, her buttocks slamming painfully against the sink cabinet. She thought she could feel the intense heat radiating from his immense erection and passion-bloated scrotum.
He yanked her forward, so hard her head snapped back. "Clemson! Help me," she whimpered. But he was blubbering into his forearms crossed over his battered face.
"That fuckin', chicken-shit honkey ain't gonna do a thing for you, white snatch," the Negro informed her. "I'll beat his head off or kill him and bury him in an old mine shaft."
He pulled her slender body against him. The top of her head barely reached the bottoms of his thick, male breasts. Jody tried to recoil from him, a sick feeling in her guts as his slimy cock slithered all over her quivering body. The massive head reached to the under planes of her breasts.
Jody flailed at him with her tiny fists, but he merely laughed, the roar of his voice filling the Winnebago and drowning Clemson's wailing sobs. He seized her wrists and bent her arms behind her, up between her shoulders. He forced her head down and she could smell the musky pungent odor of his long, thick prick.
" 'Member I mentioned screwin' that heifer, white stuff? Now, she really bellered with pleasure. I bet you'd like it just as good, getting it shoved up your twat from behind," the black said ruthlessly.
"Heeeeelp me, "Clemmmmmson," Jody shrieked.
Under his strength her body was like jelly. "Now, get yourself bent down here--like a feisty hot heifer," the black said. "Put your head on the floor. Stand stiff-legged and brace yourself," he ordered.
She began sobbing uncontrollably, spreading her hands wide, palms on the floor. Nerves tweaked the lengths of her legs, bringing curls to her toes and sparking deep in her loins. The muscles seemed stretched like three sets of strenuous tennis. The moment was charged with urgency, Jody gave no thought to the humiliating debasement of her posture--with the huge, strange black man standing over her. He straddled her doubled-over body and she could feel the hot weight of his mammoth genitals at the hip line, his palms caressing the satiny texture of her taut ass cheeks.
Agilely, he stepped around her. She, panting with terror, stared up between her spread legs as he addressed himself to her obscenely projected butt. From her low-level viewpoint, his balls and outward-sloping prick seemed even larger and more grotesque.
"My God, no! Too, too, too big," she wailed. His hands roving over her upturned bottom end provoked strange tensions in her belly.
"Yeah, white gal, pretty big--'specially for such a small white ass. You got the prettiest little canyon between your fanny hills. And such a rosy pink little butt hole, Honey."
Jody moaned from the persistent coursing of his black hands with light palms through the exposed crease between the meaty loaves of her rear. She wondered how long he would keep her in terrible suspense before he gored her with that monstrously black tusk of lascivious meat.
Despite increasing mental anguish, Jody couldn't close her eyes and stop staring at the long male trunk that bent out from the black's bloated scrotum. "Aagggghhh, no," she whined as he let the drippy knob swab at the upper start of her ass grin.
She groaned as the big black seized her flared hips with both hands and waggled his massive prick into her anal crack, over the tingling thick lips that shielded her slick, pink gash. She screamed apprehensively as he split her half-moons with his hands, fingers opening her vulva and plowing his phallus, like a fire-charred log into her pain-wracked body.
Slowly, a molten sensation boiled up in her O'ed vulva and the entry to her pinched vagina. With his mammoth piston just inside her cunt, he spread her ass cheeks with his thumbs and forced both of them far into her rectum.
"Jesus, no. Jesus, no," she whimpered, only numbly, faintly aware a black man was leisurely working his huge, black prick into her pale, white body. The agonizing sensation of her asshole being ripped wide open by his long thumbs ebbed.
But, just as a relief pain stole through her body, the man chuckled, tone wicked, "Brace yourself, Baby." He bucked his heavy hips forward and Jody screamed as he exploded his immense harpoon into her vagina. "Aaaaaiiiieeeee," she wailed, her toes kinking as he slowly crammed inch after inch of his black, rigid snake into her twat. Her entire body wretched as he drilled and reamed his degrading black cock into her tortured cunt, deeper and deeper.
Jody screamed intermittently as he gained penetration, inch by inch. Later, she couldn't count minutes, he had the greater portion of his obscene, black shaft buried in her frantic pussy. He stopped, letting it soak and she gained a measure of blessed relief. Weak with embarrassment and humiliation, her feet drifted farther apart and he bounced and rotated her ass, as if he would force even more of his plundering post into her throbbing cunt.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the butt hole, too, white cunt," the black gloated, hunching cock to her slowly. She felt on the edge of darkness, about to faint as he saw his ruthless, lustful bone into her. But her vision again cleared and she peered upward at his grotesque balls swinging far up between her trembling thighs to slap against her contorted belly.
She whined and whimpered incoherently. Mercifully, her juices began flowing, greasing the way for his grinding black cock. She could see a part of her stretched snatch, golden hair soggy, drippy and matted and sticky moisture trickling down the inner surfaces of her thighs. She tensed as the huffing black man hauled back, lifted her off her feet and slammed his pussy-bomb into her channel so hard, his balls splatted against her sex-glutted belly.
She began weeping with helpless fury. "I think you tore into my guts," Jody howled.
"I'm tryin', white snatch," the Negro laughed, never missing a stroke as he pounded the meat into her aching pussy. "After I fuck out your cunny and ream out your asshole, you can taste it. You can get down on your knees, give me a slow blow-job and suck my nigger cum."
A madness began boiling in her brain and she tangled fingers in her hair, begging plaintively, "Oooohhh, noooo." Each time he hauled far out of her tormented body and slammed back in, she screamed, "Aaaaaarrrrggggghhhhh!"
As he continued drumming and cramming his massive male sex organ into her cunt, he bent low over her back and reached under her to fondle her plush melons that bobbed against her face. Jody sighed with exhaustion and her knees spread slowly and wobbled as her trim, tapering thighs parted. The sudden slosh, slosh of meat sopping into meat was loud in her ringing ears. "Ever hada slicked nigger's dick in your cunny?"
She thought that it was incredible--but there was a faint, wanton churning around the pistoning barrel of his prick and a timid resistance to his drawing it out of her cove, as there had been when he skewered it into her.
He chortled merrily as he extracted his prick slowly and she moaned with an alien anxiety. Then, she gasped, almost inaudibly as he sloped his huge rod back into her twinging hole. "So awfully hot and so big it's stretching me," she panted, glancing at his bent knees inside her thighs, keeping them apart.
"It doesn't hurt, now, does it?" he smirked, squeezing her hot, firm tits, tweaking the tumescent tips.
As if her mind was anesthetized, she contemplated the question, little wrinkles forming in her brow, catching perspiration. She gawked upward, watching him slowly hunch his hips and slide his prick into her until his bag of balls sagged ludicrously from her own crotch.
"You really have a hot, tight, juicy funnel, Jody," he said, obviously enjoying her degradation.
Her senses seemed to focus on the reality of the situation and she tensed with contempt and helplessness. But, the reflexiveness set her sphincters squeezing timidly around his slowly pistoning prick.
"You're doing really good," the Negro praised, his hands gliding to her waist, fingers under her, kneading her flanks, steadying her grossly violated body. She gulped with futility as he began rocking her ass faster and faster, her body taking his immense, pulsating phallus all the way in a hot, flushed slosh-slosh sound. Her entire pelvic region was shaking and her hips were working rhythmically to meet and match his inward plowings.
"You are fucking just great," he murmured, voice deep and satisfied.
"Ooooohhh," Jody whimpered as the huge knob of his vast cock bounced into the farthest wall of her pussy. "Muuyyyyy God," she wailed, stammering.
"Go, Babe, go," he howled, fucking the meat to her fast and furious.
Unbelievably, her body began vibrating and she squirmed wildly. "Eeeeeeiiiii! Aaaaaagggghhhhh! Gooooolllllllly!" she screamed raggedly, hurled into a tumultuous orgasm. He slammed the prick into her and shot her seething, pulsating pussy full of thick, scalding jizz. "Go, Babe, go," he panted, his balls bouncing high in the scrotum, against her labia, as he pumped his cum into her spasming snatch.
"The best is yet to come," the black man shouted, suddenly hauling his cock from her cunt and spearing it into her unsuspecting rectum. Her screams were shrill, bordering on insanity.
She couldn't believe it was happening to her, but there she was, bent double and being cornholed. She could hear the sickening, soggy sounds of her bowels absorbing the Negro's obscene prick.
"Keep fuckin' your hot little asshole on my cock," the black yelled. "When I start spraying cock juice, I just keep going. I'm gonna hose yer butt, fuck you crazy, piss in yer ass. Then--later--you can go down on me and eat my cock."