Chapter 14
Jamie was naked, on her knees, and Peggy Sue stood in front of her, in a blouse and red bikini panties. Behind Jamie stood Sandy, naked from the waist down, and she held a leather belt which was doubled. In the background I saw Millie and Julie, but there was no sign of either Emily Ann or Kerry.
"I've done everything you asked," Jamie said. "I just had to get out of town with Daddy, but I've certainly paid for that mistake. Oh, Peggy Sue, I can't take it any more, no matter what you do, Daddy. I'm going crazy, I really am."
"Poor Jamie," Sandy said, and slammed the belt against her hand. "And I remember when you were self-confident and so icy and aloof. Now, you beg me to whip you, if we let you play with yourself and finish. You're just like a little animal, dear. And tell us again about your session with Carl."
"What more can I tell you?" Jamie moaned. "I made love to him. You know I'm not a virgin like you, Sandy. I'm not anything. Oh, God. I'm not anything. Oh, Peggy Sue, don't you understand I tried to get Carl to leave-he promises he'll leave now. And Daddy, well, if you and Millie can't break his determination, as obsessed as he is with you, then what can I do? He's like a crazy man about that freeway thing. There's nothing I can do."
"What do you want to do right now, Jamie?" Peggy Sue asked. "Right this minute. Look at you. You're covered with sweat, your nipples are swollen and your thighs are practically rubbing together. You simply have no self-control. And to think you made your debut and thought that you were as good as we were."
Jamie shook her head. "Peggy Sue, I have no pride left. I know how terrible I am. How weak. I know I let myself be whipped just to have one of you let me finish, just to keep you from holding me down and teasing and making an animal out of me." Tears streamed down her face now. "I've done everything you asked, and I've degraded and humiliated myself and all, but please, don't make me do that to you, Peggy Sue. Please, anything but that."
"We should give her a choice again," Millie said. "We do want to be fair with her. Though I can't understand why she hesitates about using her mouth that way. Her Daddy seems to love it, the more he can use his mouth and the more he can squirm and beg. And Jamie, sweetie, we all know you protest, but when you do, you get all hot, just like a little animal. Just like Daddy, though Daddy's stubbornness about that highway thing means he's through. . . "
"Shut up, Millie," Peggy Sue snapped. "You talk too much. All right, though, we'll give Jamie a choice. Either she uses her mouth on me, or she lies down on the bed and we see just how hot we can get our little pig. . . "
Jamie scrambled forward and put her hands on Peggy Sue's waist and looked up with tear-reddened eyes. "Not that," she babbled. "I'll use my mouth on you. Yes, I want to. I really do."
"Are you sure Carl is leaving tomorrow?" Sandy asked. "I'd like my turn with him, but with things the way they are, I'm willing to pass it up. But are you damned sure?"
"Yes, we're through playing with him, dear," Millie said. "I had such nice plans for one more session, but it's far better he get out of here. He knows and suspects too much. But after discovering what his virginal, self-controlled little Jamie is like now, he's probably anxious to leave."
"He told me he was going to New Orleans," Jamie said.
Julie stepped forward, an insolent, dangerous smile on her face. "If he doesn't leave, you will be very sorry, my dear."
"He'll leave," she whined. "Do you think I want him to stay after what he found out about me, after he found out I'm a nymphomaniac, and God knows, if he had any idea. .
Peggy Sue dug her fingers into Jamie's hair. "Enough talk," she said. "It's getting late, and I have a date with somebody's great big daddy, and what I do during our date, and maybe what I tell people after, is going to depend on what happens with that mouth of yours, Jamie, darling."
Jamie put her fingers on the top band of the red panties and jerked them off, hesitated, stared at the most incredible vagina I'd ever seen, leaned forward, hesitated.
Those obscene, heart-shaped lips were indicative of what lay between Peggy Sue's thighs: an enormous pair of vagina-lips, enormous beyond any proportion, puffed far out and so wet they seemed to be fountains, and the tangle of hairs was enormous and wet, and from that distance, I could nearly sense the pungent, unpleasant yet arousing smell that Jamie must have sucked in with each short, frantic gasp of breath.
Suddenly, Jamie bent forward, and Peggy Sue smiled and spread her thighs, digging her fingers into Jamie's hair and slamming her sucking, kissing, licking mouth tighter against the huge, wet, pulsating lips of the vagina.. .
I scrambled down from the vine, determined to rush inside and rescue Jamie, to knock hell out of the four girls, to.. .I paused, caught my breath, glanced back inside and saw that while Jamie gasped and sucked at Peggy Sue, she had moved a hand down to play with herself between the thighs, and the girls were laughing now, and taunting her.
I turned away, my body shaking with fury. I could rush in, but still there were ways I could severely hurt Jamie and her father. If Jamie could just endure a few minutes of this degradation, I would intercept her on the road so the girls wouldn't know.
But when I got her on the road, I would not let her go again, would take her away, even if it meant kidnapping. Though I was stunned by the animal ferocity with which she went down on Peggy Sue, the way she was unable to control herself, the way she seemed to nearly revel in her degradation.
I climbed down and ran crouching past the cars and over the fence, where I switched on the flashlight. When I reached the car, I sank down onto the seat, brushed sweat from my face, and tried to clear away that animal lust picture of Jamie there playing with herself as she worked between Peggy Sue's thighs.
To hell with her father, I told myself. So he was somehow hung up on Millie and Peggy Sue and God knew who else. Tonight, I was taking Jamie out of this terror, out of these swamps, away from this life that was about to destroy her pride, her very being.
I settled back, and closed the door to cut off the light.
I had a long wait, so long I nearly said to hell with my caution and went back up to the cabin. I would not let myself think what Jamie had been forced to do in that time, but my fury was building, and I was tense and desperate for a drink, a hundred drinks, for the chance to hurt someone, to bust someone's face, to rip him-or her-apart at the seams.
And then I heard the first car. It passed a minute later, and then came another, neither Jamie, and then Peggy Sue drove slowly past in her red sports car.
And then the last car came, very slowly, a full two minutes behind the others. When Jamie passed, I could not make out her face in the darkness, but I could almost sense how that beautiful, degraded face looked.
I gave her a minute, then pulled out. She was driving no more than ten miles an hour and when I came up behind her there was no sign of the other cars.
At first she didn't seem aware of my car. Then as I shot around her, she glanced wildly from the window. I cut in front of her car, and she slammed on brakes, and swerved, and skidded down and missed a pool of stagnant water by an inch.
I reached her before she had time to react from any more than the shock of being forced off the road, which was what I intended. I opened her door and reached in and none too gently I pulled her out.
Her blue eyes were wide and her lips quivered and she threw her hands, doubled into small fists, in front of her.
"Don't hurt me," she gasped. "Please, I'll do anything, but don't hurt me."
"Jamie, I won't hurt you," I said. "Everything is all right, now, baby. I won't hurt you."
She looked at me as though she was realizing for the first time who I was. She took a tentative step backward and her body stiffened, and I expected her to start screaming, beating at me, resisting me. But she suddenly went so limp she nearly dropped to the ground, and I had to hold her up.
"Do whatever you want," she said, and shivered. "I just don't have any fight left. I don't have anything left, Carl. I'm just a weak, perverted, despicable little girl. You must despise me like everyone else. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me." Her eyes were wide now and she was babbling. "I'll make love to you or use my mouth on you or let you have me in the rear end or do things I'll bet you thought girls like me didn't know and you know what, the more you humiliate me, the more I'll beg you to go on, because that's what I am, Carl.. . "
I slapped her sharply, her head jerked and huge tears ran down pale-white cheeks glowing with a swath of bright red.
"Hit me again," she said, as she sniffled. "I'll love it." Then she seemed to sober abruptly.
"Where did you come from, Carl? You must have been on the road to the fishing camp. Or were you there? I don't remember. Oh, my God, did you see me, see what I did with them?"
"Get in my car, Jamie," I said, and didn't give her a chance to answer, but put my arm around her and led her over, opened they door, shoved her in, and sprinted around climbed in and drove off.
She sat death-still now, except for her heavy breathing, and she held her hands rigidly in her lap, her legs together. She did not speak again in the quarter hour it took me to find an isolated and safe place to park, on the edge of the swamp in front of a deep gully, beneath tall, stately pine trees.
I switched off the engine and the lights and slid over to her. But I didn't touch her. She looked up, her eyes puffy and red from crying.
"I'm calmer now, Carl," she said. "Just tell me one thing. I guess you followed me out there. Did you see what happened?"
"I saw most of it," I said, and tentatively moved a hand toward her.
"No," she said. "Please. Don't touch me, I feel dirty and awful. How could you want to touch me, Carl? Do you know I'm so hot, so aroused, after that perverse scene with those girls I hate, that if you touch me, I'll rape you, or try to, I swear to God."
"No, baby," I said. "I'm going to touch you, very gently, put my arm around you, and you're going to tell me what's happening-right from the beginning. And then we're going to decide what to do, and everything is going to be all right, no matter what."
And I slid my arm around her. She flinched, went rigid, sucked in her breath. Then she abruptly relaxed, flowed against me as though a balloon whose air had been released. She seemed to have only warm, weak, slightly shivering flesh, but no bone structure or spine that would allow her to function without my support.
"God, Carl, I'm hardly even a person any more," she said. "I think I'm having a nervous breakdown. I'm incoherent half the time, and have these moods of depression and panic, well, you saw me. And I just hate myself, loathe myself, and yet I can't escape the terrible sex of the girls. I can't fight you. I just don't care anymore. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. But you'll hate me. No one could like a girl that has done what I've done, Carl. If I hate myself, so, how could you hate me, even more?"
"Slow down, crazy girl," I said, softly, and very gently squeezed her shoulder. "You tell me everything and remember, I may be crazy, too, but I love you very much. Now you start when you left Rome, and tell me everything."
She nodded and leaned up and kissed my cheek gently. "Hold me tighter, just for now. Even if you hate me later, right now, while I talk, hold me as though you never wanted to let me go, no matter what. And one thing more, please, one more favor, even if you never want to see me again. Please, when I finish, will you make love to me?"
I held her tight, and stroked her burning cheek. "Yes, I'll make love to you, Jamie," I said, softly. "Now tell me what happened."
And she snuggled against me, and put her arms around my chest, and she told me what had happened since she left Rome:
She got a cryptic but urgent-sounding cable from her father, and he seemed to have sensed from her letters that she was involved with someone. She had been in Europe several weeks, and visiting friends in New York before that, and she had never been away from her father that long. She was also afraid she was falling very much in love with me, and felt she couldn't handle this until she found out what was happening with her father. She did fully intend to write me, and see me again, when she left Rome.
When she reached Harrisville, she realized something terrible had happened to her father in the weeks she had been gone. He was a nervous wreck, and for the first time seemed unsure of himself and she was appalled at how much he needed her, wanted her love and sheer physical presence.
She knew something was terribly wrong, but he refused to talk to her, just saying he'd been working too hard. Finally, September came, and she went back to the University, very unsure and torn up, and she nearly wrote me half a dozen times, but decided she first had to somehow help her father.
She worried that he might be very sick, with something like cancer. And finally, she went home unexpectedly in the middle of the week.
like many families in Harrisville, they too have a fishing camp, and when Jamie's father wasn't at home and she couldn't find him, she got worried and drove out to the camp.
Because of a washed-out place in the narrow road, she had to park a quarter mile away and walk to the camp, so her father did not hear her. And as she approached, she heard voices-that of her father, and that of a girl. She hesitated, started back to the car, but could not resist the temptation to look in on her father.
"I guess I knew that, being a man, my father would need women now and then," Jamie said, as she snuggled tighter against me. "Although in his incredible strength and aloofness and self-sufficiency, frankly, it seemed impossible to think of his needing a woman in any way. Just finding him with a woman would have been a shock. But, Carl, it wasn't just a woman." She paused and wiped her eyes. "Go on," I said. "You'll feel better once you tell me everything."
She sniffled. "Yes, I know. I feel better already. Well, it wasn't just a woman I found him with when I sneaked up on the porch and looked through a window. It was a girl, a teenager, probably no more than sixteen or seventeen. And she was such an obvious tramp. Oh, she was blonde and pretty, sexy I guess a man would say and she had a sexy body and all. But she was so obviously cheap, just a waitress or something."
"Did your father know you were there after that?" I asked.
She shook her head. "No. I watched for several minutes, stunned and horrified, then ran back to the car. Daddy was far too involved sexually to have heard me. I mean, involved in a terrible way with that girl, not just making love or something. They were lying on the bed and he was naked, and you know, all aroused physically, and his face was red and he was sweating, and he was pawing her. And she was smoking a cigarette and though she was naked, too, she didn't seem at all excited, or even really interested. And what he was saying, oh, I just couldn't believe he was my father."
Another pause now, and when Jamie shifted around again, her burning body nearly molded against mine, it aroused me quickly, and I felt that urgent, familiar movement against my pants. As she started to talk again, I shifted also.
"Please, Flo, come on, honey, I'm so damn hot I'm burning up,' he was babbling, and he tried to pry her legs apart, but she kept them together and leaned over and mashed out the cigarette. And then she smiled and said: 'What about that green Ford you was talking about giving me, Ron, honey?'
Jamie suddenly started talking faster, as though she wanted to rush through the story as quickly as possible, and as she talked, I gently stroked her damp, tangled hair.
She told me her father promised the car to the girl, also a new dress, and finally she slid down and spread her thighs, and he climbed between her legs. But just before they started working together, she said something else: "Ron, sweetie, you got to stop coming down there and coming on to me when I'm working, and stop looking at me like that in my jeans. I know it's a long way from where you live but your going to get us both in trouble. You got to control yourself, honey. I know you said you're hung-up on girls rhy age, but in these past three months you been going with us down there you been getting worse and worse, like trying to finger Paula out there in the parking lot . . "
Jamie shuddered. "And to think I had built my life, my values, on him," she said, her words strangely bitter. "Well, that's when I ran back to my car. I drove as fast as I could back to the house, fixed myself a strong drink, something I never do, or at least didn't then. But then I couldn't stand the thought of waiting alone for him to come back. So I ran out to my car and drove all the way to the University that night The servants were gone so Daddy did not even know I'd been home."
I shifted my legs again, and wiped sweat from my forehead. Jamie sat up, and sucked in her breath.
"I'm sweltering here in this car at the edge of the swamp," she said. "I'm dying of thirst Please, Carl, could we get something to drink before I go on?"
"You're sure this isn't an excuse to keep from telling me everything?" I asked.
"No, darling, believe me, I want to tell you everything," she said. "But you look like you're burning up, too. Well both dehydrate if we set out here any longer. I don't even feel sexy any more."
"All right, I could sure as hell use something cold to drink," I said. I kissed her feverish cheek and slid under the steering wheel
"There's something else, too," she said, as she nibbled at her lower lip. "My car, Carl. There's just a chance one of them might go out there again."
"That's true," I said. 'Then I'll drive you back there to pick it up, but I don't want you going home. Just hide it somewhere."
"But wouldn't it be better if I took it home alone, and then sneaked out," she said. "Otherwise Peggy Sue will know I'm not home yet, and she'll get suspicious."
'To hell with Peggy Sue," I said. "I'm not going to have you dance to that bitch's music any more. Besides, isn't she out with your father?"
"Yes, she sure is, and they will be out for a long time," she said. "Oh, Carl, I hate them, hate Peggy Sue and hate my father and yet I still feel I have to help him.. . "
"Calm down, baby," I said, as I switched on the engine and lights. "First, we drink. Second, you talk. Third, we decide what to do. But don't get panic-stricken or hysterical on me."
She tried a laugh that didn't come out too well. "Okay, Carl," she said, and nodded. "I'll do whatever you say."
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. "Somehow, something still doesn't fit into place," I said. "When I was out at the camp, I sensed something drastic was about to happen, but I have no idea what."
"Well, maybe when I finish talking, things will be clearer," she said. "They're certainly clear enough for me, clear and terrible."
"All right, no worries or deductions until the tale is told," I said, and started driving slowly and carefully for the gully, as Jamie moved across the seat and put her head on my shoulder.