Chapter 7
"Jesus, she's weird," Crow said, his voice low as he watched the young girl's back while she, in turn, fixed food for them.
"Everybody's a little weird, Crow," Steele replied from his place across the narrow kitchen table. "Even you... sometimes."
"Yeah, maybe... but I get the creeps bein' holed up with a couple of loonies, even if they are good-lookin' broads. Like when we got here an' that one upstairs starts screamin' like hell. Then we run into the room an' she just sits there starin' at us."
"I think that's normal," Steele said. "If you were a broad and two dudes come running into your bedroom with guns saying shut up or we'll blow your head off... wouldn't you just shut up and stare? Besides the girl said she can't move or talk."
"Then how could she scream and who was she screamin' at?"
"Who knows," Steele replied and turned to the girl. "Hey, honey, just cook those eggs. I know you don't have to take time out to lay 'em."
The girl turned from the stove and carried a tray to the table. As she leaned over to unload it, the front of her scoop-necked dress fell away so Crow could see all the way down her naked front between the two pendulously swaying tits, under the smooth belly to the satinlike fur of her vee-covered cunt mound. Her tits jiggled with a life of their own as her arms and shoulders moved. The sight brought blood into Crow'S cock and a thickening to his tongue.
God, he thought, how he'd love to wrap his mouth around those beauties and just suck himself to sleep. Or even better he imagined putting his thick cock between them and shooting his cum all over her face.
She avoided his eyes as she moved around the table and stood between them, pouring coffee.
Crow glanced at Steele. The other man was totally absorbed in his food. Without even looking at her, Crow moved his hand under the table until he found her firm, bare calf. Slowly, the texture of her skin drew his shaking hand like a magnet. He let it crawl up, up her leg, between her soft thighs until he could feel the soft hairy pulp of her pussy against the top of his hand and his thumb.
He rolled his eyes up to her face. It was totally blank, with the eyes still staring vacantly as if his hand weren't throbbing against her seeping pussy at all.
Jesus, he thought, barely able to stifle a sexual groan in his throat, the little bitch did want it, and she'd get it, too, first thing in the morning during his watch.
"Crow," Steele said, without looking up from the food on his plate. "Yeah?"
"Eat!"
"Oh, man," Crow groaned, "I'd like to."
"I mean the eggs."
Crow cursed under his breath, and quickly shoved his thumb far up inside the girl's sweet cunt before withdrawing it and licking the juice of her pussy from it.
She didn't say a word, just moved around the table and picked up another tray.
"Where you going?" Steele said.
"To take Beatrice's supper up to her."
In the woods far behind the house, Danny had found the soft mound of earth in the bottom of a long ravine. The earth was soft, as if something had just recently been planted.
Perfect, he thought, he could bury the money there with just his hands, run, and come back for it later.
Upstairs, Beatrice strained her ears to try to hear what was being said down below. It was impossible.
She wondered how long they would stay and if they would kill her and Retha before they left. She knew Retha didn't know or care what they were. Beatrice herself had seen it in their eyes, their manner, and the guns in their hands, the moment her scream had brought them into the room. She had seen it in them and she could recognize it.
That had been nearly two days ago and since that time she had toyed with the thought of opening up and admitting to them that she could talk; perhaps she could convince them to leave without harming her and maybe even get them to help her escape from Retha.
Watching Steele's eyes, however, with their icy-blue hardness and listening to the callous crudeness of Crow, she had decided against it.
She still had hopes that if she could get the young one, Danny, alone she might be able to swing him to her side without endangering her position by letting Retha know that she had her voice back.
Retha entered, breaking her reverie, and making her stiffen her body so the girl wouldn't guess just how much control she had retained over her body after the wild sex experience with the young mailman.
As Retha crossed to the bed and set the tray on the stand beside it, Beatrice absently wondered what she had been able to do with the body after she had cleaned up the room. "Don't worry, Beatrice," Retha said, "it's going to be all right. I'll protect you. They'll leave pretty soon and it will just be the two of us together again the way he would have wanted it... and then I'll take care of you again... nurse you, and give you what you needed so much from that young man."
As she spoke, the girl rolled her hands up and down Beatrice's thighs.
"Do you still need it, Beatrice? It looked as if you did. I've still got the thing. It's in my room. I'll go get it." Beatrice knew exactly what she was going to get and what she would do with it when she got back.
She hoped she would be able to hold herself back. After the episode with the young man, she wasn't sure. Danny came back into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. "How'd you do?" Steele asked. "A Ford," Danny replied, "two years old, untraceable plates, cash, no questions asked."
"What'd you do with the other one?" Crow asked, his mouth full of eggs. "Bottom of the lake," Danny said. "When we gonna leave?"
"Sometime tomorrow," Steele replied. "I don't know for sure yet."
"What about the women?" Danny said. Steele shrugged. "I haven't decided yet. Speaking of them, go up and look in on 'em. I don't trust the older one even if she can't move or talk."
"I'll go," Crow said, rising. "Sit down," Steele said. "Go ahead, kid." Danny rose and walked from the room. "What's wrong with me goin'?" Crow asked petulantly. "Nothin'," Steele said. "I just want your brains above your belt for the next twenty-four hours, that's all. Understand?"
"Shit," Crow said, and sat back down. Danny carried his coffee cup with him up the stairs and moved into Beatrice's room. He looked around, not seeing the girl but spotting the tray. "Where's the kid?" he asked, and then remembered. "Oh... forgot... sorry." He started to back out of the room. "Shut the door," Beatrice said, "and come here... hurry!"
"You can talk," he said, almost dropping his coffee to the floor. "Yes," she replied, "and I Can walk a little, too... but not very far and not for very long times at a stretch."
"But Retha said-"
"Retha doesn't know. Come here... hurry! I must talk to you."
"Retha doesn't know? I don't get it," he said, moving to the bed and sitting beside her, his face screwed into a mask of curiosity. "Never mind that now," Beatrice said, a sudden urgency in her voice. "I'll explain about all that later. For now, tell me, you're not really with those other two, are you? I mean you're not like them, are you?"
"No, I'm not," Danny said, his features hardening as he remembered Lassiter's bloody body on the floor of the hotel room. "Good... I need your help. I want to get away from here. I've got to get away from here."
"I don't know," Danny said, his brow furrowing into deep thought. He, too, wanted to get away; he planned on getting away, but he didn't want to saddle himself with a cripple. "I know what you're thinking, Danny. But I'm not as crippled as I look, believe me." She put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. Tenderly but urgently she kissed him, running her hard-tipped tongue between his lips to lave the inner softness of his mouth. It had been a long time since he had fucked a woman, too long. Especially a woman this appealing and this beautiful. Little bands of fireworks went off in his head as she kissed him and he let his hand ease up the soft warmth of her side, under her breast, experimenting, seeing how far she would go.
She surprised him even more by taking his hand and placing it under her gown, full on her naked tit. The nipple throbbed heatedly in his hand. He cupped the pendulous globe and felt its weight in his hand. It felt good, as good or better, than any tit he had ever felt.
His cock hardened and he found himself wanting to fuck her. He broke the kiss, growled, and dipped his head to suckle her boob. His hand dropped to her lap beneath the covers and cupped the sweet, full mound of her womanly cunt.
"No, honey," she said, "not now. Later. Will you help me get away?"
"All right," he said, his voice thick with lust and passion. "Good," she said, smiling and running her hand gently over the hard-on in his pants. "And I'll take some of that later. Meantime, is there anything I can do to help?" Already a quick plan had formed in the young man's agile brain. "Yeah," he said, "yeah, there is something you might be able to do to help. I can handle Crow but Steele's another story. He's smart and he's never off his guard."
"Anything," she answered. "I'll do anything."
"I guessed you would," Danny said, smiling. "If we can get him away from his knife and his gun... then maybe I could take him."
"You mean," Beatrice smiled, "if we could get him alone and naked?" Danny smiled again, back at her, thinking that it might be easier with her help after all.
"You got the picture," he said. "Leave it to me," she replied, "I hear Retha." Danny stood by the bed and sipped his coffee as Retha walked into the room, carrying a small black bag. She stood looking at him quizzically for a moment, and then spoke. "You'll have to leave now. I'm going to give Beatrice her bath."
"Sure," Danny said, throwing one last glance at the woman on the bed and easing himself out the door. Retha locked it behind him and ran to the bed. "Are you all right?" the girl asked. "He didn't try to do man things to you, did he? Like that other one? I showed that other one just like I saw you do it. I'll do it to him, that one, too, if he tried to do it to you."
Beatrice shook her head no, wanting to make Retha forget that Danny was even in the room alone with her. The older woman knew that there was one sure-fire way to do that.
She raised her hand and roughly cupped Retha's tit. Immediately a smile lit up the girl's face. She leaned over and curled her arms around Beatrice's shoulders and dipped her face to the other woman's. "Oh, Beatrice," she moaned, "I want you so much.. I want it to be like it was before so much."
Both bodies jerked together as Retha pulled first Beatrice's robe from her body and then got herself naked and lay against the woman. She pressed her own perfect tits hard against those of the older woman's.
The young girl was immediately hot and wanting. She spread Beatrice's legs and dipped her head between the full, white thighs.
The woman jerked uncontrollably as Retha's mouth made contact with her hot, soft cunt. Retha kissed the hairy slit with her mouth open and growled in pleasure as the woman's juices flowed in a steady stream over her tongue. She made an "o" of her mouth and sucked so hard that the wet cunt-lips entered her mouth.
Nothing in the world tasted as good as Bea's wonderful pussy, Retha told herself, as she laved the tender lips and sucked the cunt juice into her belly. Shaking her head from side to side, she worked her tongue into the hot hole and used its tip as a probe to free its wonderful juices. Retha worked her hands under the woman's ass-cheeks. She fondled, squeezed, and rubbed them as she tongue-sucked the sweetness of her clutching pussy.
As the young girl worked over her hot pussy, the old thrills and joys of woman to woman love came streaming back over Beatrice's body. It was all right with a man, she mused. Once in a while a hard cock up her cunt was good, but there was nothing, and there had never been anything in life that could equal having her cunt sucked by a woman and sucking another woman's cunt in loving, lusting return.
All her life Beatrice had glowed each time she and another woman had gotten together to tear each other's clothes off and made love, wildly and passionately. She neve; tired of fondling and sucking another woman's tits, and surrendering her own tits to a woman's caresses. There was nothing like sucking a sweet cunt and having hers sucked in turn.
As Retha ground her tongue farther and farther up the other woman's cunt, Bea smiled. She thought how strangely it had all turned out. She had really married Frank Salles, Retha's father, in order to get to his beautiful daughter. And she did get to her only to find out that the young girl had been latently gay all the time. From that first time when Beatrice, two nights after her and Frank's marriage, had tiptoed across the hall to Retha's room and slipped into bed with the girl, during the night, Retha had welcomed her female love and sex with more than open arms.
"Do you like it, little baby? Do you like Beatrice to touch and squeeze your sweet, young pussy like this? Is it good? Does it feel good?"
"Oh, yeah, Beatrice, I love it. If you hadn't come to me, I think I would have eventually come to you. I love you."
Bea's hands were gentle and soft as they worked in her crotch, bringing rivers of moisture to the girl's cunt-hps. She squirmed under the woman's expert attentions, hungry to be taken in lesbian love by this new woman in her life, her father's wife.
They lay in bed lightly touching, their caresses and kisses becoming more and more passionate and the heat swelling in their bodies and they talked of what they wanted to do to each other.
They talked of sucking cunts and licking assholes, of using rubber cocks to fuck each other with, of rubbing one clitoris against the other until fire was made in the very depths of their cunts by the friction.
"I love your beautiful breasts, Beatrice, so firm and round and warm."
"Suck them, darling," Beatrice replied. "Take the nipples into your warm, smooth mouth and suck on my tits!"
The woman guided the girl's head to each of her breasts in turn and groaned in lustful passion as Retha's mouth sucked and laved the huge nipples. She tried to push her creamy tits farther and farther into Retha's mouth as the girl's full lips and hard tonguetip worked like a demon on their tenderness.
At last with an aroused cry of need and lust Retha turned and fell on the older woman's body.
Beatrice understood and fell back, opening her legs wide to receive the girl's searching face and lust-inflated, lapping tongue.
Retha moaned with desire as she jammed her sweet face into the warm wetness of the woman's crotch and sucked and licked the foaming, bitter-sweet nectar she found there.
Bea answered the girl's desires by spinning her ass and hips around until Retha's cunt was directly above her own face.
"Yes," Retha moaned around cunt-lips and hair, "kiss my cunt, too, Bea, kiss it and suck it like I'm doing to yours."
And they sucked and licked each other's pussies, asses, and tits all that night, and then the next, and the next, and every chance they could find to get together while Frank was out of the house for even a short time so they could be alone.
And Retha never let on, never told Beatrice about her other lover.
She had to find that out for herself, and when she had...
Suddenly a jarring, tearing pain filled her pussy, bringing her back to the present. She looked down.
While she had been daydreaming, Retha had pulled her face from between Beatrice's thighs and taken the huge, foot-long dildo from the black bag. She had strapped it around her middle and unceremoniously rammed it as far as she could up the woman's pussy.
Beatrice groaned in both pain and pleasure as the big, phony cock filled and reamed her with devastating fury.
"I'm fucking you, Bea, my love. I've got my cock all the way up your pussy, clear into your belly. I know you can't tell me with your voice how good I'm fucking you... but you can tell me with your hands. Tell me with your hands, Bea. Show me how much you like me fucking your sweet pussy."
And Beatrice did like it. She loved it. She could feel the juices of her aroused pussy seeping in great gushes outward, around the hard rubber dick and running down over her inner thighs and into the crack of her ass.
In answer to Retha's demands, the woman moved her hands, slowly at first and then with speed and urgency, up over Retha's ass until her fingers could part the fleshy globes of the girl's butt. Then she probed until she found the puckered, but wet, ring of the girl's tender, loving asshole. She rolled and nudged one finger against the hole until it entered.
Retha gave a grunt of joy and increased the speed and force of her hips in order to jam the huge cock deeper and harder into Bea's pussy.
Bea herself was nearly going crazy trying to hold back the screams of joy and pleasure that threatened to erupt in her throat. She jammed and poked a second and then a third finger into Retha's willing, clasping asshole, as if she could tear the very core of the girl's bowels out of her rectum.
It served to do exactly what Bea wanted. Retha went crazy from the rear manipulation. Groaning, she ground her asshole back over Bea's fingers on the upstroke and jammed the rubber cock with new, wild force against the woman's cervix, deep inside her cunt, on the downstroke.
Bea's eyelids fluttered and she clenched her thighs tightly together, scraping them and feeling the sensual delights of her own heated flesh rubbing against Retha's smooth flesh all the way from their trembling knees up to their feverishly moistened cunt-hps.
With a loud groan of ecstasy escaping from her throat, Bea let go and jammed upward with her hips, forcing her excitedly quivering pussy to slide wetly clear over the wondrous shaft until her cunt-hps were directly against Retha's, nibbling at the pussy hair over the other girl's cunt mound.
She was filled completely, fully, and it felt good.
She could feel all the ridges of the hard shaft inside her hole. It sent waves of pleasure throughout the sensitive flesh of her cuntal sheath. She squeezed down with her abdominal muscles bringing the hard cock against her clitoris and adding to her pleasure.
"Put your knees right up here under my armpits, Bea," Retha commanded. Bea did as she was told. "Now see if that isn't better."
Beatrice found that the new positioning enabled her to slide her cunt more easily up and down the hard length of the cock. She soon established a natural rhythm that increased in tempo until her ass was bucking under the other girl like crazy.
It was so fantastically beautiful that she completely forgot her previous need for caution in letting Retha know just how much she could control her body.
Retha herself worked frantically now. The rich creamy fullness of her ass rotated insanely above Bea, while her heavily straining tits lunged and danced as though they were trying to tear themselves off her chest and reach Bea's below.
During the frenzied lunges downward, Retha realized that she was hammering the hard rubber cock against the soft folds of Bea's cervix and bringing her ultimate joy.
It was true. Each time Bea's uterine opening slammed against the blunt cock-head, sensuously powerful reverberations rippled throughout her entire body.
It was only a few seconds until she could feel the surges of her come starting deep inside her writhing, bucking belly.
Suddenly Bea could feel everything inside her rush out with the fury of her sudden orgasm. She sensed a flood of her own juices oozing down the cheeks of her butt. She gave one last guttural moan and collapsed heavily back onto the bed.
Calmly, with a strange new glint in her still-vacant eyes, Retha pulled the cock from Bea's clutching pussy. She lowered her head to the recently vacated gash and used her tongue to carefully clean the woman's thighs, her ass, the puckered hole between the ass-cheeks, and lastly, the still tender and vibrating lips of her seething, soaking pussy.
Up and down the cushy slit Retha ran her tongue until she had lapped and sucked practically all of the molten juices from the pussy hair, the inner part of the thighs, and the labes themselves.
She was just savoring the last of those juices on the tip of her tongue when a loud knock came on the door and she raised her head. Steele's hard voice rang clearly through the paneled wood. "Hey, you been in there a long time. What the hell's goin' on?"
"Nothing," Retha replied. "Oh, yeah?"
"I'm giving Beatrice her bath," Retha called, smiling, almost leering at the other woman.
"You can't come in now."
Apparently it satisfied him, because soon Retha could hear the retreating sound of his footsteps as he descended the stairs. She rolled back on her knees and haunches and removed the dildo from around her waist. Smiling almost sweetly, she used her tongue to lick all the juices from the rubber dick that had been placed there by Bea's erupting pussy.
When it was sufficiently cleaned to her satisfaction, she carefully rewrapped it and placed it back in the black bag. When she turned back to Bea, her face had contorted into something fierce. It looked like a horrible mask of pain and anger.
The girl's hand flew out and slapped Bea's face, twice, very hard leaving red welts in its wake. "You cunt, bitch, fucking whore woman," Retha hissed, between clenched teeth. "You can move, can't you? I'll bet you can walk, too, can't you? Well, don't try to walk too far, or you know what will happen to you. You're mine... you're all I've got now. You made it that way, now it's going to stay that way."
Twice more she slapped Bea as hard as she could. Then she crossed the room, unlocked the door and left, locking it behind her from the outside.