Chapter 3
Susan came awake as she was being carried. Hank didn't say anything, but he seemed sober again. He fumbled with a key while he supported her naked body in one great arm. Then he kicked the door open and went inside. Now Susan remembered the mysterious door at the end of the hall. Elaine had wondered about the room too, but Hank had never shown interest in showing it to anybody.
"This is the bedroom they kept my old daddy in when he went crazy," he told Susan. "He's long gone now and I've always kept it locked up." He dropped her onto the big bed. "It's a little dusty, but it'll do fine."
"Hank, what are you going to do with me?"
"Why keep you here," he laughed, showing surprise that she hadn't guessed his intentions. "I'm gonna keep you here to replace Elaine. You're gonna be my wife." Hank rubbed his shock of blond hair. The way he was looking at her made Susan lower her long lashes. "I know you think you can run off as soon as I'm gone to work. But it ain't gonna be like that. I got somebody to watch you."
"Nobody would go along with anything like that!" Susan said, challenging him with her most fierce stare. Hank just grinned like he always did when he was sure of himself.
"My nephew Billy sure as hell will. I paid off the sheriff for him a few years back. He went and got drunk and stole a car and they was gonna throw the book at him. Took a few hundred bucks to grease the palm of the law. So I guess Billy owes me a favor. And seein' that he doesn't have a job right now, he can make sure you don't set fire to anything or break out all the windows or start hollering." He chuckled. "Not that hollering would do you any good out here."
"You're not really going through with this, are you Hank? You know what it is you're doing."
"I just don't give a damn anymore," he said, rolling her onto her stomach. She felt him fumble at the thongs at her wrist. She sat up then, rubbing her flesh where the leather had cut into it.
"Sooner or later I'll get out of here," she said. "Then what?"
"Then we'll just see. Meanwhile I can get what's coming to me." He cupped a big hand behind her head and fondled her hair. "I'm gonna fuck you, little girl. So you might as well get used to the idea. I'm gonna slide my cock so deep into your body that you'll think it's part of you."
Susan trembled. Just Hank's words had started a tingling between her thighs. Much as he frightened her, he excited her too. In all the wrong ways of course. She had to remember that. She had to escape before he went through with his threat.
"Billy will fix you lunch and bring it to your room. I'll eat my evening meal up here." Hank smiled broadly, then looked at his watch. "Hell, I'm late now. Where is that little bastard?" Hank left her alone.
Susan had never met Billy. She didn't even know how old he was. But when she heard muted voices in the hallway she went to the door and pressed her ear close. She was locked in, of course, and there were wrought iron gratings over all the windows. She felt creepy over the fact that she was being kept in a crazy man's room. What were they saying out there?
At last Hank's pickup started up and she went to the window to watch him leave. An hour passed and no one came. For all she knew she was alone in the house.
Maybe her stepfather was bluffing. Could it be that he'd left no one to watch her? But even if that was true it would take some doing to escape this room.
She found her duffel behind the bed where Hank had dropped it. Inside were the clothes she'd hurriedly packed. She got out a fresh pair of panties, a pair of cut-off jeans and a halter top. Then she went to the ancient bathroom and ran herself a tub.
She was dressed, brushing her hair before the big mirror over the bed when someone tapped at the door. A key turned in the lock. Susan waited as she watched the knob turn. Then a man's face pushed into the room. A man with curly brown hair and pleasant features. He smiled tentatively.
"You Susan?"
"Who in the hell else could I be?"
"Got your lunch." He came in and put the plate on the table. He was long and lanky, not nearly so muscular as Hank. He looked to be about thirty. He nodded and turned to leave. He stopped at the door. "My name's Billy. If you need anything just bang ... "
"Wait," she called, getting up. "Don't go yet."
"I'm not supposed to hang around. Hank said ... "
"You do everything that Hank tells you? Just like that?"
"Well ... "
"I'm lonely. I need somebody to talk to. I don't even have a radio up here."
"Maybe for a little while," the man said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Until you finish your sandwich."
Susan ate slowly, trying to figure out what kind of guy this Billy was. She caught him looking at her legs once but when their eyes met, he quickly looked away.
"Do you know how much trouble you could get into for going along with Hank?"
Billy shrugged. His hair was long over his Collar and he pushed his fingers through it and shrugged again. "I've been in trouble before. Anyhow, Hank took care of me once."
"This is kidnapping."
"He's your father, isn't he?"
"Not really." Susan chewed her sandwich. "He never adopted me. He didn't have time." Susan noticed that Billy was looking at her legs again. She was thinking of how to use this man so she could escape. But she was a little afraid of him too. There was something odd about him. Why had Hank left this particular guy to watch her? Because he figured that Billy would never try to fool around on his own? He sure liked her legs though. He was practically staring now. Susan decided to take a chance.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Billy bit his Up and looked away. "Sure." Susan sensed a shyness in him that wasn't noticeable before. She extended one leg slowly, then bent it to scratch her shin with her heel. Billy rubbed his arm nervously. "I guess I'd better go now. You're through with the sandwich."
"Would you like to kiss me, Billy?" Susan knew she was playing with fire. But if she could just get downstairs someway she might be able to get away for good. Billy was blushing. He gave her a soft smile.
"Hank wouldn't like that."
"Let's not talk about Hank." Susan went to sit down beside the lanky young man. He nearly bolted but she calmed him with a look. "Why don't you kiss me now."
"You won't tell Hank?"
"Of course I won't tell Hank."
Billy closed his eyes and brought his mouth down at an awkward angle. Now Susan realized that Billy was uncomfortable around girls, even if he was lots older than she was. She wished she knew more about men. There had to be a way to use this shyness of his to her own advantage.
They kissed and Susan pretended to be excited by it. Actually, it wasn't such a bad kiss. She wasn't all that experienced herself. She put her hand on his shoulder and could feel him trembling.
"You'll let me go downstairs today, won't you?"
"I don't think I'd better. Hank told me ... "
"You certainly depend a lot on Hank." She kissed Billy's cheek softly, sliding her hand over his chest. Surely that would arouse him. Yes, she could see the swelling at the crotch of his jeans. He was breathing hard, too. He was kind of nice-looking. Susan tried to think of other ways to convince her keeper that he could trust her.
"I'd better go back downstairs," he said finally, trying to get up. His cock was so swollen that he couldn't. Susan pretended not to see his problem but the young man was blushing furiously.
"There's no hurry. Stay while I eat my lunch."
Billy had no choice. She could see him trying to concentrate on other things while she chewed her sandwich and gave him warm looks. His cock stayed rigid for awhile and then began slowly to subside. He tugged at his jeans a bit, careful to make sure she wasn't looking. But of course she was. She went to the window and peered through the wrought iron grating. A hundred yards from the house there was a pond fed by an irrigation stream. The water looked inviting. When she and Elaine had first come to Hank's place, she'd thought of how nice it would be to go swimming there. Now was her chance.
Finishing the last bite of her sandwich, she turned. "Hank won't be back for a long time yet, will he?"
"No," Billy said, looking uncomfortable again.
"Well then, why don't we go swimming? It's already pretty hot outside and nobody would know."
"Hank told me not to let you out of this room."
"You could ... you could tie my wrist if you want and hold onto the other end of the rope."
Billy shook his head. "I don't know about that." But Susan could tell he was weakening.
"You'd be in the water with me. I don't see what harm there is in that. I promise I won't try anything." She went to sit by him on the bed. "Please, Billy, please?"
His cock began to rise again and she let her hand slide down across the lumped-up denim as if by accident. Billy let out a breath and seemed about to kiss her again. Instead he got up and limped towards the door.
"I'll see if I can find something to use," he croaked. "I can't have you getting away or anything. Hank would murder me."
With the door closed, Susan did a little dance of joy. Susan was certain that Billy was weakening. Now if she could just play her cards right, she'd be out of this hell-hole by evening. Hank would never see her again, the bullying bastard. She brushed her hair again and dug in her duffel bag until she found her lipstick. Using only a trace, she touched up her lips and examined the results in the mirror. She didn't really know anything about makeup, but was glad she'd put some of Elaine's throwaway cosmetics in with her stuff. There was a sound at the door and she heard the key turning in the lock again. "I found something," Billy said coming toward her. Susan smiled and let him take her left wrist. But her heart almost stopped when she felt the cold chain slide around it. It was the kind used on dog collars and Billy pulled it snug and slipped a tiny padlock through the links. On the end of that chain was another, longer chain that he wrapped twice around his fist.
"I'm sorry to have to do this," he said, "but Hank ... "
"I know," Susan said frowning. "Hank would murder you."
They went downstairs and out the back door. Susan's mind was working, trying to put together some kind of plan. Maybe she'd have to do more than she'd planned to weaken Billy, to make him trust her. By now they'd come to the edge of the pond and Billy gave her a shy look as he squatted on his haunches.
"This here chain is about twelve-feet long. That oughta give you enough slack to get wet."
"Aren't you coming in with me?"
"Better not." Billy looked serious. Susan frowned. She was going to have to go a little further than she'd planned. She pretended to fumble with the tie of her halter top, then gave Billy a helpless look.
"Could you untie this please?"
"You're taking that off?" he said, his eyes showing the shock he felt.
"I don't have a swimsuit, Billy. And I don't want to get my clothes wet." She giggled, trying to look more relaxed than she was. "Don't worry, I do have on a pair of panties under my shorts."
Billy undid the knot of her top and quickly turned away. She let it drop into the wild grass at the pond's edge. Then she wiggled out of her shorts, the chain clinking at her wrist as she stepped out of them. Billy was taking quick looks and hiding his eyes again.
Susan walked around the edge of the pond a little, making him have to get up so he could continue to hold his end of the chain. She knew how skimpy her bikini panties were. They were of pure nylon with a white lace edging around the legs and waist. She moved gracefully, trying not to be too conscious of the young man who ogled her. When she turned so he could see her small white tits, he swallowed and lowered his eyes. His cock was making a mountain at the crotch of his blue jeans.
"It feels cold," she said, shivering as she touched her toe to the water. "But I'm hot anyway." She waded out until the water lapped close to the crotchband of her panties. Playfully, she splashed water over her shoulders and let the sunlit droplets slide down over her pink nipples. Billy wasn't missing any of this.
Now she was in the water, dog-paddling slowly to the deeper water. Touching the bottom with pointed toes, she could barely keep her chin above the surface. The chain didn't impede her much. But she would never be free until she could get the other end out of Billy's fist.
"Aren't you coming in?" she asked, her eyes daring him.
"Nope."
"Aw, don't be a spoilsport." She waded back to the shallow end of the pond, coming toward him as her body emerged from the water. Now her skimpy, low-cut panties clung tightly to her mound. She knew that her crack was clearly defined against the nearly transparent nylon. Billy was staring at this wonderful phenomenon, swallowing even faster than before. "It's really cool," she said, cupping her small tits. Though she'd never dreamed of behaving like this in front of a man, it seemed to come easy. Maybe there was a little Elaine inside her. Just a little. She didn't want much. She only wanted enough to get her out of her present predicament.
"Well?" Susan insisted, "are you coming in or aren't you?"
Wrapping the end of the chain around a branch, Billy hopped on one foot while he jerked off a boot. Then came his shirt and finally, after giving her an embarrassed look, he jerked down his pants. His skivvies were all pooched out in front and he tried to keep his body turned away so she couldn't see. With careful steps he entered the water, bringing his end of the chain with him. He seemed relieved when his shorts were under water.
Susan knew she had to do something, but didn't quite know how. She was trembling, scared stiff. After what Hank had done to her on the bed the other morning, she knew that she couldn't ever really trust a man. They were a little crazy when it came to sex. Hank had been like a wild animal, his mouth touching her in places she'd never been touched before. She shuddered, hardly able to think about it. Yet when she did think about it, her cunt throbbed with forbidden pleasure.
They were both in the deeper water now and Susan came closer, watching Billy watching her. She made sure he could see her tits floating in the water. They were perfect twin spheres, small and white and firm. Her pink nipples were hard from being cold and she let one brush Billy's arm as she pretended to lose her footing for a moment.
"This is nice," she said, giving him her nicest smile. "I'm glad you let me do it."
"Just don't say nothing to Hank."
"Of course not." She smiled again. "Would you hold me up so I can try to float?"
"Sure, I guess so."
Susan let her legs rise under the water, pushing back so that she floated directly in front of her keeper. He put a hand at the small of her back. She saw he was staring right down at her tan belly, her navel, her downy thighs. And he was looking at the way her wet panties clung to her mound. Susan rocked her hips a little, letting the silken band slip deeper between the lips of her pussy. Billy's nostrils flared. His hand trembled where he supported her under the water.
"That's fun," Susan said, letting her legs sink then, turning in the water to face him. As she twisted, her thighs brushed across his erection. With his skivvies so wet, it felt as if he were naked. And Billy was beginning to want her very much. She could tell by the helpless look in his eyes. It was time for her to make a move. Scared as she was, she knew that Billy would never do anything. Hank had him too freaked out.
"You're hard," she whispered, letting her fingers linger against the outward push of his erection. It throbbed on the other side of his underwear. She dared to squeeze it a little and was able to feel the shape of the shaft, then the head. By now Billy had put his hands on her waist and was squeezing his fingers into her smooth flesh. Susan lifted her chin to be kissed. Billy wasn't so shy this time as he pressed his lips down against hers. Under the water she squeezed his cock again. After a moment's hesitation she eased her thin hand under the elastic waistband and found the throbbing, rigid thing. Her heart did flip-flops as she let her fingers curl around it. It wasn't as big as Hank's, but it was big.
"God ... " Billy sighed, his eyes closing.
"That feels good?"
"God yes!" He panted, his hands almost hurting her waist he squeezed so hard.
Under the water, Susan began to move his cockskin up and down. Billy responded by kissing her mouth again. A sloppy hungry kiss that excited her more than she'd expected. His skivvies had slipped down his thighs now and she could feel his balls when she brought her hand down. Using her free hand, she fondled his balls. She was giddy with her daring. She'd never dreamed of doing anything like this to a man. It was the necessity of her position that forced her to. But now that she was handling a cock, her heart thumped and her breathing was shallow and rapid. What was there about holding onto something so hot and stiff and streamlined! She remembered what Hank had done with his big prick. She remembered the touch of it against her soft, dripping flesh.
"Jesus Christ ... " Billy murmured, his mouth in her hair, his arms sliding around her back. Peering down into the clear water, Susan could see the darkened head of his cock. When she brought her clasping fingers up sharply against the flared part it throbbed and swelled even bigger. She did this with a steady, slow rhythm. She felt the chain loosen in Billy's fingers as he continued to hug her back. She had to stay alert. She had to be ready when her chance came.
"Uhhhhhhh," Billy moaned, pumping his hips. "Ahhhhhh!"
"Kiss me," Susan whispered, brushing her bare breasts against Billy's chest. He kissed her and she felt the chain slip from his fingers. But it would be silly to try and escape now. What she had to do was get him to trust her.
"The chain, where in hell is the chain?" he babbled, his hips still moving as she jacked him.
"I'm not going anywhere," she breathed back, letting her nipples tease across his chest. His cock was throbbing hard now and Susan had to admit that she was very excited by Billy's reactions. He tried to turn, tried to get to shallower water. Susan came with him a few steps but he couldn't go on. His cock was about to explode. She could feel the tension inside him. His face was slack with passion, his eyes half-lidded as he clutched her arm.
Looking down, Susan saw that Billy's cocktip was only an inch under the surface of the water now. As she continued to bring her fingers up against the underside of the flared head, he made a strangling sound and clutched her waist. A white spurt erupted from the tiny opening, making the pool ripple. The second surge of cum actually broke the surface and Susan watched with wonder as the white tendrils floated off. He was coming fast now, his cock jerking in her tight grasp, his breath caught in his throat. Using one hand on his balls, the other to milk his hot cock, Susan watched the rhythmic surge of male jism. The water was speckled with the white strings and droplets now. They floated against her belly, hanging in the downy blond hair around her navel. The head of Billy's cock was dark blue, almost purple. She was panting hard as she watched the magic of his come continue. Then he sagged, his knees giving as he nearly went under.
"Damn ... that ... good, damned good."
"Are you okay, Billy?" she breathed, pushing a damp curl back from his forehead. She'd let go of him and was carefully winding in the chain he'd let drop.
" ... think so," he panted.
Susan drifted away a few yards, keeping an eye on Billy's reactions. She looked to the place where she'd left her clothes, looked to the house. She would have a slim chance if she ran now. She had to be sure that the young man wouldn't catch her. Because after that first attempt at escape, he'd never trust her again. For the time being, she put aside her desire to be free. She'd tire him out more, make him sleepy. Only then would the odds be in her favor.
Billy looked up suddenly, his eyes wide with panic. Susan knew he'd realized that he'd let go the chain and that she was no longer nearby. But she had climbed onto a half-submerged tree trunk in the meantime and was resting back against the damp wood, her knees bent. She smiled at Billy's panic-stricken face and held up the arm that the chain was locked on.
"Oh, don't be such a worry wart. I wouldn't get you in trouble by running away."
Billy gave her a little smile but she could tell he was still nervous about letting her have even that much freedom. He came over and found the end of the chain again. His eyes looked up across her naked breasts and he licked his lips.
"Do you really think we need this silly chain?" Susan asked. "If you take it off my wrist, I'll promise not to be any trouble."
"Better not. I just can't take the chance."
"It's up to you I guess." She leaned forward and kissed him suddenly on the mouth. Billy took her in his arms, enjoying the rub of her breasts across his chest again. "I like you," Susan whispered, making sure her lips tickled his ear.
"I like you too, but I'd better take you back to your room now."
Sulking, Susan dried off and put her clothes back on. But she knew she'd made some progress. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day—her chance would come.