Chapter 7
Dick Wilson slid his car easily into the Pritikin driveway.
There were times when he was intimidated by the size of their house, the lavish lifestyle they enjoyed, their conspicuous affluence.
But Polly wasn't affected too much by their wealth. And she had a healthy disrespect for her parents that Dick did his best to nurture whenever he could without incurring her wrath.
There were times when she seemed to almost relish the cynical remark, the casually scathing observation, the indicting snicker that rejected all her parents stood for
There were other times, of course, when she seemed a bit nervous about making too public a spectacle of her rebellion.
He climbed out of the car onto a perfectly shoveled driveway. They'd hired some black to do it no doubt. It was a safe bet that her old man hadn't shed any sweat over it.
Speaking of whom, there was the old fart now, looking out the window.
Christ, were they never going to accept him? The look on the guy's face was clearly hostile.
No matter. Polly dated whom she chose, and she chose him
He pressed the doorbell.
It opened. With a jerk, slamming against the wall.
Her father stood in the light.
"Good evening sir--! " Dick began. It was as far as he got. Mr. Pritikin shoved the screen door open in his face and reached for Dick's throat.
"You little shit. Where is she."
"Wha--! ! " Dick cried, feeling fingers close around his wind pipe.
"Where is she? What have you done with her?"
"Hey ... what is this? What are you doing?"
Mr. Pritikin was livid, and even though the man was a wimp, his adrenalin was up enough to make him formidable indeed.
He slammed Dick against the side of the house and then kicked him bodily off the porch into a snow bank.
"Hey what is this for Christ's sake?" he yelled. But the man was not in a mood to answer. He piled off the porch and tumbled into the snow after Dick.
"You shit. You stupid little turd...." he shouted, slamming his fists again and again into Dick's face. He wasn't very strong and did no damage, but it was the principle of the thing that got Dick's ass.
Finally, he'd had enough.
"I don't want to do this, Mr. Pritikin, but you leave me no choice."
He plowed his fist through the soft flesh of the man's nose and turned it into a soggy red sponge.
Blood spurted immediately over the snow, brilliant red even in the moonlight.
"Ahhhhh!! " the man cried in pain, clutching his hands to his face.
"I didn't want to do that, Mr. Pritikin, but I was afraid if I let you keep it up for too many minutes more, you might start trying to hurt me."
"I'LL KILL YOU! " the man shrieked.
Porch lights were starting to go on ... one next door, one across the street.
"BASTARD!! ! WHERE'S MY LITTLE GIRL!? "
Now Polly's mother appeared in the doorway. "Herb!" she shouted. "Stop. STOP THAT! ! "
She too was near hysterics.
Something heavy was happening here, and Dick felt a sinking sensation growing in his stomach. Polly's father had said enough for him to deduce that something was the matter with Polly.
He finally jumped the man, pinning his arms behind him.
Lord, he thought even a wimp can be strong when they're pissed enough.
"Look, Mr. Pritikin, I don't know what you're talking about but if there's something the matter with Polly, I'd like to help."
The bastard's nose was getting blood all over his new shirt. SHIT! He'd have to go shoplift another one! "Do you hear me, Mr. Pritikin? Huh? Are you listening."
Mrs. Pritikin was out in the snow now, not even wearing a sweater, trying to calm her husband down. "Herb, come inside, please. This is ludicrous. Clearly the boy doesn't know any more than we do."
The man glared at Dick. "It's all your fault, you damn little shit. Filling her head with all kinds of radical ideas. You're a damned commie, that s what you are."
"I'm an Eagle Scout for Christ's sake."
"Don't you talk that way in front of my wife!"
"Herb...." Mrs. Pritikin chided.
"Leave me alone Gladys. I know how to handle this. You gotta take these fucking Commies in hand from the start. I know the kinds of shit he's pumping into her head. I hear him. I know ... I know. Fucking Commie shit. Where is she?"
He started to struggle and Dick had all he could handle just to keep his arms around the man. He said to Mrs. Pritikin as her husband strained to break the hold, I What's going on? What happened to Polly?"
"She's disappeared. It's not like her. No one's seen her since the student council meeting today."
Dick felt a thick wave of sickening dizziness sweep over him.
It was a bad movie. Things like this didn't happen. There was always a happy ending in real life, wasn't there.
"Can you calm him down? We ought to call the police."
"You're right, Herb!"
She snapped her fingers. Once. The man calmed down.
"That's enough. Herb. You've made your point. You've also got a broken nose. I, personally, don't think one was worth the other, but you're the fool, not me."
She nodded towards Dick. "Come in. You must be cold. I certainly am."
Together the three of them walked to the front door. Soon after, the porch lights winked out.
They came back on again, twenty minutes later when the squad cars pulled up in front of the house, and this time, they stayed on all night.
His finger sought out her muscles. They were tight. All of them
"You're like a giant knot."
She moaned. "You're untying me," she said.
"Not hardly. I can't believe it."
Suddenly she jumped. "Oh shit! That's really sore. Too sore. Be careful."
"Christ Julia, I hardly touched you."
"I know ... I know ... I can't help it. I'm just so tense."
Fuck it, Julia. You're letting your job get to you. "
""No ... that's not so. I'm letting other things interfere with my job. like a fear of being uncovered as a sick-o pervert."
"Thanks , seeing as how I'm your partner in crime. "
"Steve do you really not see why I'm scared?"
He pressed his fingers along the ridge just beside her back bone. It was almost solid.
"I see what it's doing to your muscles. You know, rumor has it these things are supposed to be soft You're naked, you've got a pair of expert hands working you over, if I do say so myself, and you should be relaxed. You aren't. I blame your useless worrying."
"Steve, you didn't see the way she was looking at me. "
T can imagine. I also think she might have been interested for reasons that would shock the shit out of you.
"What do you mean?"
He recounted his suspicions about Polly's snooping around his desk, and what it might have availed her.
"I'm telling you, Julia she was transformed when I came back into that room. I've heard of hot little nymphets but that was the first time I really knew what they were talking about
"I think you re crazy. She's a little girl."
"Have you seen her in a T-shirt? She's not that little. Glands like that means there's a lot of hormones racing through that blood of hers, and most likely making her crotch steaming."
"You are disgusting " said Julia. She didn't sound convincing, to Steve's ears.
"Listen to me, doll," he told her. "You just calm down No one's gonna do anything to you. You owe no one an explanation. You start getting scared, that's just going to make you jittery, and THAT will make you fuck up somewhere else, and THEN you will owe someone an explanation. Henry Scroggins, for instance."
"Yechh!! " she groaned. "He's so sub-human, don't you think."
"You're too kind to him. Now hush and let me fix your body."
She turned her head to the side and took a deep breath.
Aiming his fingers now like wands to exorcise demons from her body, he probed one small pocket of tension and pain after another carefully working the tight muscles pressing with increasing tension against the offending flesh. She accompanied his movements with small grunts and groans sighing deeply, whimpering from time to time, shuddering now and again and jerking sharply every so often when he would touch a particularly sensitive spot.
Soon he noticed a new movement.
Her hips, subtly pressing down against the mattress and up at his crotch.
He was straddling her naked body. The bulge of his crotch pressed down on her buttocks.
Along the small of her back now rolling the ball of his hand over her skin, then homing in on specific muscles with his thumbs and fingers
He could hear her breathing now. It was a deep, heavy sound.
He sensed an over all increase in the small movements throughout her body.
"Oh that's wonderful, Steve," she said enthusiastically. "I love it I really do love it. Don't stop. Please ... don't stop."
"Don't have any plans of it. darling," he said. He slid down a ways farther on her body now.
He still had his underwear on.
She'd asked was it necessary to get out of his clothes considering that they hadn't eaten yet or anything.
He assured her that he could give her a much better massage if his movements were unhampered by clothing. "I'm not ready to make love," she'd cautioned.
"Fine with me." he said.
He let his fingers glide softly over her buttocks now, gathering a hefty mass in each hand and squeezing.
His thumbs slipped down in between her thighs.
She made no protest and he left them there, not being obvious about their presence but not trying to hide them either.
He could feel her slit. Wet and slick. As it usually was Julia was a woman whose biggest problem sexually speaking was an inability and reluctance to embrace her sexuality.
The woman was one hot cunt, and she'd be even hotter if she'd drop the bullshit.
She kept pretending that she was genteel, whatever the fuck someone would want to be gentle in a place like Sludge Falls, for.
No point he figured. And as his thumbs started to do a small dance over the rim of her cunt hole, it was clear that she didn't see a lot of profit in it either.
So long as she wasn't required to acknowledge it outright. She'd lay there all night long and let him diddle her twat. and then she'd get hot and let him slip his cock into her and then she'd let him tie her up, and then she'd beg him to whip her and beat the fucking shit out of her ... but she'd never just say "Yeah, that's what I want" like an honest person. She had to play bullshit.
Up inside her cunt now.
Christ, she was wet! A moan escaped her throat. She went tense as a tremor shivered through her body.
She moaned again, letting a light chuckle escape with it. "I thought you were supposed to be calming me down. I seem to feel something else happening."
"I'll stop if you say so."
She moaned.
His thumbs slid all the way up inside her.
"Oh Steve." she said, shuddering hard now. "That's delicious. Do it. Just like that."
Pressing against the side of her cunt hole, pulling in both directions at the same time, he felt the muscles give way after a token resistance
His cock was swelling rapidly, turning stiff throbbing.
"Yeah ... yeah., oh yeah," she gasped, keeping her voice low, as if that would make her less obvious as if that would somehow disguise the fact that she was quivering inside for his cock, wanting it craving it She raised her hips up into the air "Lick it Steve," she begged. "Lick my pus y."
"Sure, sweetheart " he said, reaching over to the side of the bed, where there was a small object sitting on top of the night table.
He picked it up concealed it in his hand and then, as her ass ascended, her thighs spread and her cunt opened he lowered his head and aimed his tongue for her cunt.
The juices were thick. He loved the way she tasted.
It was a salt flavor
Light delicate, with a gentle fragrance that made his cock throb and his knees weak.
His tongue slid up into her cunt hole, causing it to start quivering wildly.
The shuddering movements carried over to her hips to her thighs-all her muscles steadily rising in the pitch of their trembling movements.
She thrust her body backwards now, spreading her thighs farther apart.
She started to moan and groan, letting sounds come up from her throat that were surprisingly incoherent, considering that she was an English teacher. Her students would have been property amused.
"My clit," she said. "Lick my clit "
"I'll go you one better " said Steve Randall, bringing the small object from the palm of his hand where it had been concealed.
He held it up to the light.
It gleamed. It was silver. A clamp. like an alligator clip but without the jagged teeth.
The spring was quite powerful, however.
He reached for her cunt, spread the jaws of the clamp and set them on either side of her clit shaft, down at the base.
It was swollen already, tight and deep red.
He released the spring slowly and carefully. Her body reacted.
She screamed. "OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! ! ? "
Her body jerked like a strong electric current had been passed through it.
Her muscles started to spasm now, purely on their own, no thought involved at all.
He gripped her legs to make certain she stayed in place.
"Steve what are you doing?" she screamed. "God, that hurts ... oh ... stop it. Take it off, whatever it is. Take it off. Take it off!! ! "
"Shhhhh!" he said. "I'll take care of you. You'll be just fine. Trust me."
He brought his mouth back to her clit now, opening his jaws and letting his teeth close around her clit
She shuddered again, screaming more loudly than before.
"Jesus ... Jesus ... don't ... please ... oh God ... please...."
And then, he stopped nibbling her clit with his teeth and licked it again.
He let the tip of his tongue glide slowly back and forth over the engorged head of her clit.
Back and forth ... back and forth ... back and forth....
A finger in her slit now
Deeper.
Deeper.
Two fingers.
The clamp around the base of her clit seemed to be forcing the organ to fill more tightly with blood.
She moaned.
She screamed.
She buried her head in a pillow and shrieked her lungs out into it.
The ring of muscles that controlled her ass-hole opened and closed....
Opened....
Closed....
Opened....
Closed....
She cried out.
She moaned.
She screamed.
She shook. She shuddered. She writhed. She quivered. She trembled.
If the San Andreas Fault did half the things her body was doing, San Francisco could kiss its ass good-bye.
Four fingers in her cunt now.
Her hands began to get into the act She slipped her fingers down at her cunt, feeling for the clamp.
"What are you doing?" asked Steve. "Leave it there."
"It's too much. I can't take it."
"I said leave it there."
"Steve ... please...." she said, removing it."
He sat up in bed. "I'm afraid we just can't have that Julia, my darling. It will never do."
He hopped up from the bed as she collapsed onto the mattress like an empty sack.
She looked up and saw him returning with the scarves ... that rainbow of silk scarves....
She felt a twitching sensation inside her cunt. A sinking feeling in her stomach.
But, as he'd predicted, she made no protest She watched passively as he selected one and pulled her hands behind her back.
"Oh Steve ... you don't know ... It's driving me crazy. I can't stand it. I'm going to go out of my mind."
"Can't think of a better place to be on a Friday night with snow all over the ground. Beats being outside, don't you think?"
He tied her wrists tightly, not too tightly ... not tight enough to cut the circulation or leave a mark.
Just enough to keep her from meddling. And then, he walked over to the dresser, opened a drawer and removed a small leather carrying case.
"What ... what's that?" she asked, uncertainly.
I You will see," he replied.
He snapped that latches, and removed a miniature cat-o-nine-tails.
She gasped.
She sat up. It was clear she was going to get off the bed.
He was on her immediately. "No Steve," she protested now. "I won't let you do that. I can't ... I can't ... I"
Which was silly. Of course she could. She was playing a game, one they both recognized.
Very well ... he'd play his role.
He'd ignore her. He'd force her back down to her knees, force her to bend over again, force her ass up in the air, and then, he'd force her to hold still while he tied two scarves together then two more.
Slipping each around her elbows, he tied the other ends behind her knees, drawing them up towards her breasts.
She fought none too convincingly, but when it was done, she was nicely bound ... helpless
That perfectly sweet ass high in the air ... that delicious cunt spread and glistening. Her clit distended.
Her membranes a flaming pink, turning darker and darker as they grew more and more saturated.
He held the small whip in his hand.
He swung.
He drew the several strands of leather all of them less than a foot in length, directly across her cunt slit.
Striking her clit.
Her lips.
Her ass-hole.
Her buttocks.
And again.
And again.
The sound of the whip striking her cunt was a wet, splosh of a sound.
He saw welts rise at once.
He aimed now for her clit, focusing directly on that engorged chip of rock-hard flesh.
He swung.
He hit his mark.
She shattered. An explosion of screams, a flurry of muscle spasms and then, silence. Awesome silence accompanied by random shudders throughout her body.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh...." was the one sound she repeated over and over.
The muscles in her arms and legs bulged. They were outlined clearly beneath her skin.
He could trace the contours of her muscles with his fingertips.
He could also trace the shape of her clit. He ran the tip of his forefinger along the perimeter of her clitoris lightly ... so lightly ... light as a feather.
OHHHHHHHHHHH!! ! "came the scream now, violently, turning her body inside out.
An orgasm exceeding any he'd seen coming from her yet.
Powerful violent ... straining all her muscles, pushing her to her limits.
At the peak of her arousal, Steve struck her twice more with the whip.
Struck her directly across her cunt.
Compared to the sensations her body was creating on its own, his whip was puny and paltry. Later, she wouldn't recall him striking her.