Chapter 5
Susan had never seen anything quite like it. The bubble had burst and a tiny string of cream stretched slowly downward toward her navel. The heat of it made her shiver as she watched Hank's trembling body hover above her. He was making funny sounds in his throat, trying to say something.
" ... grab it! For God's sake, grab the sonofabitch!"
Susan put a hand out, pulled it back again. Why should she help him? He'd forced her into all this, he'd held her captive when her mother had run away with another man. He meant to turn her into his whore unless she could escape. And now he was begging her to touch his cock. He wanted her to jack him, to let him spew out his hot cum onto her stomach!
"Grab it!" Hank cried, hunching his hips forward.
"You go to hell!"
"I'll let you go if you'll do this!"
"You will?"
"Promise! God ... hurry up, Susy! Hurry!"
Susan knew he could be lying. But she didn't pause to think the whole thing through. Her mind was murky from the turbulent spasms she'd experienced. She firmly grasped the thick, hard shaft of Hank's cock. The foreskin slid easily as she pumped him with a slow rhythm. Hank gasped and his face seemed to relax some. The string of cum that hung from his tip to her navel broke as another bubble appeared at the tiny slitted opening. Susan brought her clasping fingers up sharply against the flared part of his barb. At the same instant she felt Hank's huge cock surge, grow larger in her hand. A white stream of jism leaped out over her belly, settling in a hot, slick line between her breasts. As it trickled down, she moaned unconsciously. What could be exciting about having some guy's slimy cum all over her? Yet it was exciting and her throbbing cunt tightened as she jacked him again and watched another spurt jump into the air. This one was more powerful and her fingers had squeezed down a little without her realizing it. The hot stuff fell along the bridge of her nose, across the corner of her mouth, down her chin and neck.
"Ohhhh Christ," she whispered, making a face. Hank didn't seem to notice. He was trying to breathe, trying to hold himself up on hands and knees as her small, thin fingers played with his enormous cock.
Again the white cum burst from his cocktip. Susan had squeezed her fingers even tighter. Maybe she was trying to hurt him. Maybe she was trying to torment him for doing what he had to her. But the pent-up pressure where her thumb and forefinger held back his cream made it leap out even farther and for the first time she tasted something slightly salty, slightly strange. The spurt had made a hot line down her face.
"Muuhhhh," she moaned, releasing her nervous grasp of Hank's cock. He groaned and a powerful tremble went through his hips. The next flood of cum came out in a thick dribble that made splatting noises as it filled her navel to the brim and then overflowed down her waist. The gleaming white rivulet stood out sharply against her tan skin. And the pungent smell of Hank's jism made her nostrils flare wide.
"Ohhh, I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to touch you anymore."
"Damn you, Susan," Hank growled. His words and tone frightened her and she put both hands up to catch his jumping cock. The moment her slickened fingers surrounded his tip again, another fountain of white spurted. Now her nipples glistened with the hot jizz. Hank covered one swell with his mouth, mingling cum and spit, smearing it over her nipple with his tongue.
He wallowed his hips, smiling again because she was holding him, touching him, squeezing him. She despised him. But he'd promised to let her go now, hadn't he? Yes, he'd promised. Susan didn't dare consider that he might go back on that promise.
"Ohhhh, baby," Hank gasped at last, letting his big body settle down onto her willowy form. He pumped his big cock up and down in the slippery mess on her belly. She could feel the heat of him with excruciating excitement. She could feel the full, fat length of his cock. Would a girl be able to feel that thing if it went inside? She trembled, afraid even to consider something so frightening. The slick sound of Hank's cock rubbing against her soft tummy was exciting too. Why couldn't she shut all these wicked thoughts and sensations from her mind?
"Baby, that's good, that's almost as good as the real thing."
He moved his hips a few more times and let out a breath. His cock was still throbbing against her and she could feel the stringy lines of cum leaking down her sides, puddling on the bed.
"You promised, remember?"
"Promised what?" Hank sighed.
"Promised you'd let me go now."
He laughed. "You've got to be crazy. After the fun we've had?"
"Hank, I ... "
"You're mine. You're taking the place of that bitch of a mother of yours. I'm keeping you, is that understood? And don't try to get away, either. You'll be sorry if you do."
Susan was too shocked to cry. She just lay there with the big man's cock oozing cream onto her flesh. She wondered how many years in prison he'd get when she finally managed to tell someone about all this. How she despised him! She didn't want to remember the maddening pleasure his big cocktip had brought her. She didn't even want to admit that he'd actually penetrated her. After all, it was only the fat part that went in. And he hadn't come inside her either. So wasn't she really still a virgin? Susan turned onto her belly when Hank got up. He petted her back and buttocks, whispering gently to her that he didn't mean any harm. But she wouldn't respond. At last the door closed behind him and she was alone. Then she cried.
Susan had refused to eat that evening. She refused breakfast too. Hank had taken her back to her own room and tried to reason with her. What was there to reason about? She wasn't going to eat until he let her go. If he didn't do what she wanted, he'd have a corpse on his hands.
Hank was nervous about her sudden change of mood and before he left for work, he made sure that she'd hidden no tools in her room. He even checked the big oak door, making sure she wouldn't be able to open it.
"You'll be hungry by the time I get home today," he said. "You'd damned well better be hungry." He grinned and tapped the crotch of his jeans. "Or I'll force feed you some of this stuff."
The mere thought of having Hank's cum in her mouth made Susan gag. He left her alone then and a few minutes later she heard Billy talking in front of the house. At the window she saw Hank gesture up in her direction. He was probably telling Billy about the little tantrum she was pulling. The bastard. But he was going now and she'd be alone with Billy. She still had the feeling that she could outsmart this shy young man. She had to use her ingenuity. Because if she didn't escape from Hank's clutches pretty soon, she was going to be in even worse trouble than she already was.
After a bath, Susan found herself curious about her body. What did it look like now that the head of Hank's big cock had slid into her virgin opening? No, she couldn't call herself a virgin any longer, that was for sure. But had she really been fucked? Hank's cocktip had only stretched her opening. He hadn't pushed it past the tight circle of her muscles. And no male cum had ever sullied her insides.
Holding a mirror down between her thighs, she peeled her outer lips open and peered at the clotted blood and the torn shreds of what had been her cherry. It all looked so mushy and soft and hot. It was no wonder that men longed to stab their cocks into women. Stretching herself wider, she could see a little ways into that velvety tube. Her pussy! Her cunthole! Yes, it did look inviting. It was all she could do to resist putting her finger inside.
"I wonder how deep I am?" She went into the bedroom to dress, choosing something different for a change. As long as she wasn't going to eat, she might as well enjoy wearing a new set of clothes. She chose a pair of blue satin jogging shorts with white piping. The shorts showed off her long tan legs to advantage, something she had kept in mind to use against Billy. Surely he'd been thinking of her, thinking of what she'd done to him out at the swimming hole. Today, she'd see if he'd take her out of the house again. And this time, if she got the chain free of his hands, she'd be gone.
There was a tap on the door just as Susan slipped into a t-shirt that was about two sizes too small. It showed her perfect little breasts just as she'd hoped. The door was unlocked from outside and pushed open a crack.
"Come on in, Billy," she said, forcing herself to sound extra-special friendly. "I'm glad you're here."
"You are?"
"I don't like Hank. But I like you. You trust me.
Billy seemed about to reply but blushed instead. He pushed a hand through his brown hair and looked around the room. She wondered if he expected to see a pair of panties he might pocket. He was a weird one.
"I'd love to go for a walk."
"Hank gave me strict orders not to so much as open this door."
Susan grinned. "Then why did you open it?"
"I ... uhhh ... " Billy shuffled his feet. "Well, he said it would be okay to open it if you wanted something to eat."
"But I don't want anything to eat." She came over to him and put a hand on his arm. "Oh, Billy, can't we be friends? You don't have to treat me like a prisoner."
Billy scanned her firm, high-riding breasts and the way her t-shirt clung to her tiny waist. Every curve of her bottom was revealed by the satin of the jogging shorts. Susan had left off her panties so there'd be no bumps or ridges to spoil her youthful shape.
Standing on tiptoes, she planted a kiss directly on Billy's lips. It wasn't a hot or hungry kiss, just a teasing one. One that hinted there were other pleasures yet to come. She could see by glancing that the front of his pants was pushed out.
"Well?" she sighed, tilting her hips and thrusting one leg out.
"You mean ... "
"Come on, let's go outside. You can use that silly chain if you want. I didn't run away yesterday, did I? Even after you lost your end of it?"
"No. I appreciate that, too. Hank would have ... "
"That's why I didn't. I like you, Billy."
"Wait here," he said, his voice a little breathless. A few minutes later she heard the chain tinkling. She gave him a disappointed look when he brought it in, but though he blushed, he made her hold out her left wrist so he could fit it on. As the tiny padlock clicked shut, she sighed again.
"You still don't trust me, do you?"
"It's not that. I shouldn't really be letting you out of this room at all. Hank said that ... "
"Oh, I'm tired of hearing what Hank said."
Susan followed him downstairs. She felt like some prize pet with that chain on her wrist and the other end wrapped around Billy's fingers. They went to the kitchen and Billy gave her a curious look when she went to the refrigerator and rummaged through it for something to eat.
"Hank said he couldn't get you to eat anything."
"I won't eat for Hank, it's true. And don't you tell him I'm having a snack."
Billy grinned at this little secret between them. "Okay, I won't." He watched her eat for a while. "You want to go swimming again?"
Susan knew what he was getting at. He'd enjoyed their little games of the time before so much that he hoped they could be repeated. Maybe he wanted even more this time. Susan plotted as she ate, wondering just how she could get that chain away from him. She tried to think of how men could be used because of what they wanted. Hank was too experienced for that, but Billy could be softened up, she knew. Or hardened up, as it turned out. She remembered too that she was no longer a virgin. A cock had never really been inside her much. Just the fat, hot head of Hank's prick and it had delved no more than an inch or so. Could she chance letting Billy play the same game? It was risky and she still had mixed emotions about sex with another man. She was intrigued and frightened by the prospect of something stiff and hard and throbbing being forced into her immature little hole. She was only a kid, after all. It was more exciting to think about fucking than to actually do it. No, that was wrong too. Though she'd been frightened half out of her wits by Hank's assault on her, she could remember vividly the frenzied excitement, the tantalizing pleasure! Oh yes, it had been incredible. But she didn't want it to happen. She didn't want to be fucked by either Hank or Billy. She just wanted to get away from this crazy house and her mother's frustrated lover. He was just a pervert when it came down to it. To hold her captive while he entertained himself with sexual games proved it. He was sick.
"The sun's gonna be pretty hot again today," Billy said, dropping his hint again.
"I guess it would be fun swimming," she said, stretching her long arms up over her head. Billy watched every move as if she were some captured princess that he had charge of.
They went out back and crossed the weedy yard to where the pond was. Susan's heart was beating pretty fast and she could tell that Billy was. anticipating more fun and games once they were in the water. He wasted no time in getting off his shoes and shirt but hesitated when he got to his pants. Susan carefully folded her clothes on a rock, turning her back to him as she peeled her top away
"God, you're pretty."
"I used to think I was skinny."
"No you're not. I like slender girls."
Susan wondered whether she should encourage him or not. Already he seemed much more courageous than the other day. If she led him on too much, he might start getting like Hank. He might grab her and ...
In the water now, Susan waded out until the cool wavelets lapped at the nipples of her tits. Billy had finally found the courage to finish undressing, flinging his jeans away and plunging into the pond before she could see the state of his emotions. Susan saw anyway. His cock was pushing out his skivvies something awful. She remembered how long and slender it was and experienced a little thrill. This made her frown. She wasn't supposed to be looking forward to any of this. She just wanted to find a way to divert this idiot's attention so she could get away.
Billy swam over to her and then found bottom with his feet. He put out a shy hand, touching her .arm. Yes, she really had him set up if she could only go through with it. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to find the strength to play him right. When she glanced up again, Billy gave a longing sigh and squeezed her arm again. He still had the other end of her chain wound around his fingers. I
"Why don't we get rid of all our clothes," she suggested. Billy swallowed.
"Sure." He didn't seem as easy about it as she pretended to be. Susan was smiling as she peeled the only piece of apparel she was wearing, her panties. She let them float up to the surface, enjoying the wide-eyed look the muscular young man gave them. Then she put her hands to his hips and hooked her thumbs in the elastic of his skivvies. He swallowed again and began to tremble.
She worked them down his hips, feeling his cock pop free. He pushed them the rest of the way off and Susan grabbed them. Billy seemed so excited by his state of undress that he didn't notice when she moved through the water toward a rock and wedged his underwear into a niche where he'd have a hard time finding them. It wasn't much, but it might give her a few added seconds when she needed them.
Billy reeled in the chain playfully, floating her back to him. He put an arm to her waist and quickly drew it back. His cock stuck up rigidly in the green dappled light below the pond's surface. It was white along the shaft and much darker at the tip. Susan knew she wasn't going to get anywhere unless she was willing to give something in return. She let her long fingers close around his cock then, working it gently under the water. This show of intimacy seemed to break the tension. Billy pressed forward, his hands pulling against the small of her back. He nuzzled her hair.
"I'd like to do things with you."
"What kind of things?" she whispered, squeezing his cock harder. The head bulged as Billy shoved his hips forward, fucking the circle of her fingers.
"You know."
"Why don't you tell me?"
"I'd like to stick my ... " He cleared his throat and began again. "I'd like to f-f-f ... "
"You'd like to fuck me?"
"Yes." He nodded furiously.
"But I might get pregnant. And I'll bet you don't have a rubber."
"No." He frowned and bit his lip. Susan hadn't seriously considered letting Billy do any such thing. But if she could make him believe that he might get a chance, there was hope that she could escape.
"If you took me to a motel, we could stop somewhere on the way to get one," she suggested, running her forefinger around the whorl of his ear. Her other hand was massaging his stiff cock steadily.
"No, better not," he panted.
"We could be a long ways away before Hank would know. I'd go with you. I'd stay with you. I'd let you do all sorts of things to me if you wanted to."
"You w-w-would?"
"I might even ... " Susan took a breath for courage. "I might even do something nice with my mouth."
By now Billy was panting and his eyes swam around in his head. Susan felt his balls. The cold water had made them draw up tightly under his shaft and she caressed the wrinkled lump, feeling each hot egg inside the sac.
"You're just saying that," Billy blurted. "As soon as we were out somewhere, you'd start screaming your head off. Or you'd run off and tell somebody and get me in trouble."
"No I wouldn't," Susan said, kissing his chest. She let her hot mouth slide down over one of his small, male nipples, sucking it gingerly, using the flat of her tongue to make it harder. She realized that Billy wasn't going to take her word for it. It was going to take more than a few hot promises to pry him loose from Hank's influence. She was going to have to give him a sample. As much as she hated to face the fact, it was there before her face. Or was it really in her hand?
"God, I'm crazy about you," Billy sighed, letting a hand slip down to caress her ass cheeks. She wiggled as he touched her, her tongue moving faster against his chest. It took her a moment to get the nerve. Then she guided him toward the large rock near one end of the pond. She had the choice of fucking him or doing something else. She decided on the something else, much as the idea repulsed her.
"Why don't you sit up here and let your legs dangle in the water?" she suggested. Billy obeyed, his breath labored now as he anticipated the treat she was about to give him. The depth of the pond bottom at that point was perfect for what Susan had in mind. She was trembling more than Billy was as she waded around to face his parted knees. His cock was clear of the water by an inch or two and came exactly level with her mouth. She looked up at him and he quickly flicked his eyes away. But as soon as she looked at his throbbing, slender cock, he was watching her like a hawk. She knew that he wanted to watch this fantastic thing that was about to happen to him. He wanted to watch a beautiful young girl suck his rigid cock!
The tops of her breasts floated clear of the water as she faced him. Susan could feel her heart pounding. She'd had her hands on Hank's cock and on Billy's, but the thought of actually touching her tongue to something so strange frightened her. She looked at the dark, tight curls that encircled his balls and prick. His belly was sucked in hard and his hands rested on his knees. He seemed almost as nervous as she was.
Pushing her long hair out of her eyes, Susan put her hands out. She held his cock firmly, keeping it still. It jerked in her grasp as she brought her face forward. Now that dark blue tip was only an inch away, she could see the finely mottled surface of Billy's barb. The foreskin was stretched back to expose all of it and the little slit at the tip was wet with a droplet of pond water. Or something else. But it wasn't cum. She knew what that stuff looked like. And she wasn't about to get any of it inside her mouth either.
Using the flat of her tongue she lightly touched the young man's cock. He groaned and worked his hips on the rock where he sat. She licked him again, letting the full length of her tongue brush across the plump lobes that formed the underside of his cock's head. She had not yet taken his cock inside her mouth. She was hoping she wouldn't have to. But Billy had put his hands on each side of her face and was urging her forward. She dared to let her upper lip come down against the ridge of his barb now. Holding it gently with her lips, she let her tongue play and dart along the slippery, fevered surface. Billy groaned louder. His breathing had gone to hell and he looked a little dazed. As if someone had hit him with an ax handle.
"Uhhhhhhh, Susan ... ohhhh God, that's nice!"
"Mmmm," she cooed, pretending to enjoy what she was doing. But despite her fear and uncertainty, the loathing she'd expected to feel hadn't materialized. The spongy firmness of the head of Billy's cock was fascinating in a way. She probed it with the point of her tongue, aware of Billy's reactions. She rubbed it slowly, using a circular movement that made odd sucking noises at the corner of her mouth. She still had taken only the head of his prick between her lips, but the heat of it, the throbbing movements as the knob swelled and receded only to swell again made her feel giddy. Her own body was responding to Billy's excitement. Her clit tingled as she used her tongue more daringly on the streamlined thing she sucked. She grasped the shaft hard with both hands, making sure that her fingers would stop it from going any deeper if Billy decided to thrust suddenly.
"Susan, ohhh, Susan! I love you! I want to marry you."
She didn't let him see her frown. She just kept sucking, her lips forming a wet, tight O around his cocktip now. She realized that she was going farther than she'd planned. But if she could keep fooling Billy into thinking he had something going with her, she might eventually escape Hank's clutches.
Billy's hands tightened on the back of her head. She felt the fear before he pulled her forward. His cocktip plowed past her lips, past her teeth. She was afraid to bite down now. He was moaning and wriggling on the rock so frantically. That hot barb went along the soft cradle of her tongue until she thought she might choke. Then he let her head go back. No sooner had the head of his prick nestled between her lips again than he pulled her forward again. This time she choked as her tonsils were assaulted by his stiffness. She whimpered and her belly bucked as the gagging reflexes took over. But Billy never let go for a second.
"Ohhhh suck me! Suck me good, Susy! You suck nice!"
"Ghhhuuuhh," she moaned, squirming in the water, twisting her head from side to side. His knob pushed out one cheek and then the other. In her panic to rid herself of the invading prick, she jabbed at it with her tongue. This only seemed to excite Billy more.
He began pulling her forward and back with a rhythm that matched the throbbing of his hard cock. Susan felt she had lost all control. Her hands had slipped from Billy's shaft when he'd pushed suddenly and she was having a hard time grabbing him again. Then he jerked the chain, wrapping it around behind her and pulling hard enough to jerk her wrist behind her. When she tried to use her other hand, he wound the chain around that wrist half a dozen times.
"Mhhhooooohh," she gasped, the stiff cock going in and out of her mouth fast as Billy guided her head. She tried to get her fingers around him, but the chain went taut across her back. Her hands were useless as he kept pulling her head forward, pushing it back. He did this faster as his cocktip swelled against the back of her tongue. She gave him a wide-eyed frightened look, a pleading look. Billy's sex-glazed eyes were blind to any requests for mercy.
"Yeah, suck it, suck the bastard dry! Ohhhhh shit, I'm gonna lose it pretty soon! Ohhhh damn you, suck it harder!"
Susan wasn't trying to suck. It was instinctive, though, to use her tongue to fend off the rippling stab of Billy's cock. He was trying to put that thing right down her throat! She couldn't stand it! She was losing her mind. But why was her clit throbbing so? And why did the sucking sound of his shaft excite her? The spongy, barb-shaped tip brought a moan of surrender. Her nostrils flared and she hummed with weakness. The humming vibration made Billy growl.
"Oh yeah, do that again. Hum, damn it, hum!"
His fingers squeezed into her neck. It was a threat of pain that made Susan hum again. She hummed louder, her mind darting frantically from thought to thought as she tried to extricate herself from this awful situation.
Saliva dripped down her chin and neck. Her shoulders trembled as Billy scissored his thighs around her neck. Now she was really caught there! And a new panic filled her mind. He was going to come! He was going to make her drink the vile, slimy stuff!
"Nhhhhooo," she whined, trying to spit out the thick, throbbing cock. His tip was so fat! It was filling the back of her mouth as he pushed in an out between her tonsils. Each time she choked, her throat closed down on him and this made Billy shudder and sigh.
"Suck!" he murmured, twitching as if he were having a fit. Susan's belly bucked again and then she felt the first strong spurt of jism. It spattered against the back of her throat and she gulped frantically. But it was coming too fast. It frothed out of the corners of her mouth. She could taste the sourness of it. She could hear it crackling slickly as Billy continued to fuck her soft, round mouth. She whimpered pitifully as a white stream erupted from one of her nostrils. She thrashed in the water, unable to get a good grip on the muddy bottom.
"Ghhhuuuhhh," she babbled, thrashing in a panic. But Billy continued to squeeze her head between his thighs and she had to suck him deeper, deeper! The cum was streaming from both her nostrils now and she could see the milky tendrils spiraling away in the water that lapped at the base of the rock.
It wasn't until Billy had rubbed his raw, itchy pleasure into nothing that he released her and flopped onto his back. She submerged her face for a second but found that the cum still clung in strings to her skin. She managed to untangle the chain from her right wrist. It was still firmly locked around the other one but she noticed that Billy had let go of his end. Her despair turned suddenly to hope.
She eased herself towards the shore, carefully wrapping the slack chain around her manacled wrist. She knew she was being a fool. If she could make herself wait, there was the chance that Billy himself would drive her away from her prison. Then she could get rid of him and be free once more. But there was the chance that he was taking advantage of her just as Hank had. He'd probably lied about taking her to a motel. He only meant to get his goodies right here where he could keep Hank happy and enjoy a little sex on the side.
Susan struggled for a moment with these confusing thoughts. Then the urge to escape overpowered her better judgment. She had to at least give it a try. And Billy was still motionless on the rock, his chest rising and falling with even rhythm. He seemed to be sleeping.
Keeping the chain tight so it wouldn't jingle, Susan stepped out of the water on the other side of the pond. She pushed Billy's jeans down behind a clump of bushes, but not before digging the set of keys from his pocket. She didn't have time to hunt for the one that would open the lock at her wrist but at least she had the means of escape. She grabbed her clothing and tiptoed toward his car. She was less than twenty feet from it when Billy roared from behind her.
"You little bitch!" he hollered, jumping into the water. She heard his splashes as he half swam, half plunged across the pond. She was behind the wheel now, the key in the ignition. Why wouldn't the damned thing start?
He was out of the water, running towards her. She thought the engine had caught once, but it died and sounded like it was going to stay that way. Forgetting her clothes on the seat, she slid out the other door and began to run. The chain dangled behind her now, jingling along the rough ground as Billy labored to catch up.
Susan thought of running down the road until she reached the highway. But it was too far, she knew. And Billy was gaining all the time. She jumped an irrigation ditch and heard his feet hit just behind her. She was half sobbing, frantic with fear and her frustration over her foiled escape. Then Billy stepped on the dragging end of the chain. She was whipped around violently, going down on her side in a patch of wild grass.
"You little slut!" Billy growled, standing over her. "You could have gotten me in a lot of trouble."
Susan whimpered and rolled onto her belly. She ached from her fall and the grass felt cool and soft. She wanted to stay there forever. Billy was making funny sounds in his throat as he knelt to caress her white bottom. He pulled her wrists behind her suddenly, binding them in the tangle of the chain so she couldn't struggle. Then he looked around him, making sure there was no one who might have seen her fleeing.
"You wait here," he snapped. "I'm going back to the house for some butter." Susan began to cry. And already her asshole was tightening, tingling, burning. She knew what Billy meant to do.