Chapter 9
Dave ministered to bruised and battered female psyches as well as bruised female bodies during the first twenty-four hours after he removed the girls from Harry Scott's house. At the motel to which he took them, Nancy, Karen, and Elaine took hot bath after hot bath, soaking in the steaming water, after which Dave expertly rubbed them down. They catnapped, since the taut state of their nerves militated against deep sleep, and bathed again. Emotionally they were at a low ebb.
The second day there was improvement. Oddly, Karen showed the most resilience. Nancy still showed traces of the zombie-like aftermath of her experience, while Elaine's natural ebullience was much subdued. Karen responded friskily to Dave's warm-oil massages of her white-skinned body, while Elaine and Nancy remained passive under his skillfully therapeutic deep-massage treatments.
The afternoon of the second day, Dave drove to the Scott house for the girls' clothing and luggage. The lock on the front door that Dave had smashed was boarded over, but he kicked his way inside, smashing another door panel in the process. There was no sign of Harry. Dave packed bags and carried dresses to the car. He saw an occasional curious face in neighboring windows, but no one came near him.
The third morning, Dave returned from the motel coffee shop with a pitcher of coffee, cream, sugar, cups, and saucers on a tray. The girls had been avoiding the dining room; they didn't feel up to bath-between accommodations.
Karen sat up cross-legged on her bed in her pajamas and accepted the cup of coffee Dave handed her. In the opposite bed Nancy and Elaine were still asleep, folded in each other's arms. The two plump-bodied girls seemed to derive sustenance from close contact with each other. Twice Dave had found them in the tub together.
"You know, Dave," Karen said softly so she wouldn't disturb the sleepers, "the worst part was feeling so dirty, inside and out. I had the most awful feeling no man would ever want to touch me again if he knew what had happened. I was shamed to death that some of the things those men did to me-well, you know, turned me on. It was dreadful."
"It's all over now," Dave said soothingly. "From now on when you get turned on it will be because you want to be."
Karen's head bowed over her coffee cup as she took another sip. "Boy, when I think what a ninny I was about men," the blonde girl said musingly.
"But I'd always been afraid of them."
"And now in less than a week you've had more pricks in you than Catherine the Great," Dave teased.
Karen giggled. She finished her coffee, and Dave took the empty cup from her and put it back on the tray.
"Have you made up your mind if you like it?" Dave continued.
"You know I do," Karen said warmly. "When it's-you know. Nice." She smiled. "When it's someone you know, and can relax with, and feel safe and cozy."
Dave unbuttoned his shirt. "Let's see how cozy we can make you feel," he said. Karen watched interestedly as he stripped and approached her on the bed.
He stood Karen up on the bed and snaked down her pajama trousers. He turned her around and kissed each shining-white smooth hind cheek briefly before he stretched out on the bed and placed the blonde girl astraddle his chest with her sleek rump above his face. He placed both hands on Karen's hips and pulled downward until the blonde's child-like, hairless pink slit was within reach of his mouth.
Deliberately Dave tongued as much of Karen's sex furrow as he could reach. Karen sighed lengthily and rested her head on one of Dave's hairy thighs. Dave pulled her hips still closer and took her pussy into his mouth. He sucked and chewed on it gently, and Karen writhed languidly. "Dave?" she said softly when he paused once and came up for air. "Yes?"
"I'm confused. Those men did almost nothing with us that you hadn't done. You hurt us, too, but it was different. Do you think with a girl it's the intent that counts?"
"I know it is."
"I guess you're right," Karen said dreamily. She raised her head as Dave's cock rose up stiffly and brushed her cheek. Karen took the stoutly shafted penis in her hand while she applied her warm mouth to the bulbous head and swirled her tongue around it. Dave resumed his mouth-massage of the pink sex-flesh poised above his face.
He lifted Karen off his chest finally and put her on her back. He finger-frigged the twitching vaginal orifice until it was juicily wet before entering it with his hardened prong.
Then he fucked the blonde for twelve minutes while she came twice.
There was nothing frantic about it.
It was just slow, and easy, and good.
They emerged from the euphoria of a mutual come to find they had an audience. Elaine and Nancy were standing at the side of the bed, watching. "Naughty, naughty," Elaine said smilingly in mock reproof.
"You know you just want some, too," Karen replied serenely.
"You know, I believe you're right," Elaine answered.
Karen sat up as much as she could with part of Dave's weight still pinning her. "You know we've been here almost a week and we've seen nothing of the Mardi Gras festivities?" she said.
"And we should be leaving for home in a day or two," Nancy said. Dave was relieved to see that his aunt looked much more her natural self, although there were still dark circles under her eyes. "We do have jobs."
"There's a way around that," Dave suggested.
"How?" Karen demanded.
"Call your principal an' tell him one of you has measles an' the doctor says none of you should be near children for another two weeks."
There was a moment's silence before Karen giggled. "You call him, Elaine," she coaxed. "You're more convincing."
Elaine glanced at. Nancy, who nodded slowly. Elaine picked up Dave's wrist and looked at his wristwatch. "I'll call in a couple of hours when he reaches his office. There's a time difference."
Karen smiled down at Dave, who had rolled off her and was resting on his back. "In the meantime," she suggested to Nancy and Elaine, "why don't you take off your nighties and join us?"
Elaine promptly pulled her nightgown off over her head. The redhead crawled into the bed on Dave's other side, her plump, warm curves comfortably close to his lean maleness.
Nancy walked to the bureau and looked into its mirror.
She studied intently the face looking back at her, the familiar face with the unfamiliar dark-circled eyes.
She wasn't religious, but in the first few hours after her terrible experience at Harry's house her mind had toyed with the thought that it was a penance for her incestuous relationship with Dave. She knew better, of course.
If the cavemen hadn't created life in the bodies of mothers and sisters after decimation of the tribe by plague and famine, how could the human race have survived?
Taboos were made to be broken, especially in the nonconformist present day. Ideas were changing, morals were changing. The hedonistic philosophy of no-hurt, no-harm was abroad in the land. And a refreshing breath of naturalistic realism was sweeping away former sex barriers.
Nancy Volmering took another long, penetrating look at the girl in the mirror.
Then she deliberately stripped off her nightgown and went eagerly to join the nude, playful tangle on the bed.