Chapter 10

Karen saw them first. They were tourists, a man and what looked like his wife. The man was about fifty, his wife much younger, thirty-five or so and nicely arranged.

"Wonder what they're asking Steve about," Randy mused. Steve was the old coot who rented us the cabin.

"Why don't we go find out?" I said.

I grabbed Karen and walked across the field that separated Steve's house from ours. The man turned away from Steve just as we got up to them.

"Uh, hello, PauL" Steve said. I think he was always a little scared of us. He knew we were into some shady things, but he didn't have the guts to confront us. I guess he figured we might become violent, and so he simply waited for us to exit.

"Greetings, Mr. Steve," I said cordially. "I was wondering whether you wanted that extra bed in the cabin. We don't have any use for it...."

"Extra bed?" the man said, and I realized that I had guessed right They needed a place to stay overnight Steve had obviously turned them down, claiming that he had no room. The man was interested in that extra bed.

"Yeah, it's a good bed, but we don't need it" I repeated, and Steve looked disconcerted. "By the way, my name is Paul."

"Mine's Sloan, Dr. Arthur Sloan" he said. His wife peered at us from the other side of the car. She seemed very curious. For that matter, Sloan seemed very curious about Karen. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"It sounds like you're stuck out here," I said. "No place to stay the night?"

"That's right" the doctor said. "I don't feel well, and I know it's a long drive to the next motel. I asked Mr. Steve if-"

"And I told you I had no room," Steve broke in nervously. "These kids rent that cabin over there. If they've got room, that's their business. There's a whole bunch of them living there, though."

"Only seven of us," I was quick to point out. "And there's six rooms. We don't use them all...."

"Maybe we could spend the night with them," the wife said, and I glanced over at her. She had a certain air about her, very sultry. She turned me on. I hoped her husband would listen to her.

"I don't think so, Sally," he mumbled. "We haven't got enough-"

"But it's late," she interrupted. "And you said you didn't feel well. Besides, I'm tired too...."

"Well, I'm sorry, but we can't," he said.

"But Arthur-"

"That's final," he chirped. He was a big man, pot-bellied and over six feet tall, but his voice was small and high-pitched. It annoyed me. But his wife didn't. "Thank you, sir," he said to me, extending his hand. "I appreciate the offer...."

"Sure," I laughed, not offering my hand. "See you on the beach, Doc...."

I turned and walked away, trailing Karen in my wake. I hoped he would pause to study the inviting undulations of her hips. I heard him harumpf, irritated by my behavior. His wife started nagging him as they got in the car, restating her argument.

"Oh, shut up!" he bellowed in the air-conditioned quiet of the car They shot past us, kicking up a lot of dust, and I saw her sitting there, stony, red faced.

"The beautiful people...." Karen murmured.

We tramped back to the cabin, but just as we were about to go inside, Mr. Big came roaring up the driveway. He beeped his horn a couple of times and ground to a halt.

"Decided to take you up on that offer," he said, climbing out of the car, "We just won't be able to make it to the next city, I'm afraid."

He gave me that shit-eating grin, and I wanted to tell him he could sleep in his goddamn Cadillac. But I watched his wife get out, her jewelry jingling, and had other ideas.

"Come on in," I said, "Make yourself at home. What's ours is yours, and vice-versa, I assume...."

He didn't answer to that, except to mumble his thanks again. His wife swished by, and I caught the aroma of her hundred-dollar-an-ounce perfume. Up close, her body looked even better, her hips doing nice things as she walked past me.

"We're gonna have a good time with these folks," I said to Randy, who had come out to see what was happening. "Especially the rich bitch....

They stayed in their room until it was dark, afraid to venture out among the natives, I suppose. About eight o'clock, the chick walked into the living room and asked whether we had any food to spare or whether there was a store nearby.

"You're hungry, eh?" I said.

"Uh, yes, I am " she replied. She wore a pair of bells and a blouse that dipped low, exposing some of the lush terrain of her tits.

"What is it you want to eat, honey?" I continued. I was very high, my mind floating free. I had smoked a good amount of grass, popped a few pills, and swallowed a half-cap of acid. Everything I'm about to tell you now, is recollected from the haze that I was in at the time.

"Well, maybe some hot dogs or something...." the chick said.

"You want meat!" Randy laughed, jumping up.

He had been fondling Karen, caressing her soft tits, and when he opened his pants and took his dick out, it was swollen and hard. "I got meat for you, baby!" he giggled. "Plenty of meat for a nice pussy like you...."

Since Randy shared my state at the time, I wasn't surprised by what he did. The chick just stood there as if turned to stone. And I knew that despite Randy's crudeness, she was interested. I could sense it from the moment I met her. She was an uptight bitch, married to a money man who could give her no thrills except the kind money can buy, and there aren't many of those.

"Why, you're disgusting!" she gasped, and her husband came out of the bedroom behind her. When he saw Randy's dick standing there pointed at his wife, he blew his cool.

"Just what do you think you're doing!" he shouted, pushing his wife behind him. "I'm not going to stand for this sort of thing. If you can't behave like civilized people, we'll leave this moment. I don't think-"

I can't recall what else he said, because I jumped up and grabbed him, twisting him around and throwing him down on the floor. The chick screamed, and I belted her.

"Tie him up!" I screamed to the rest of the group, or what I called my "family."

I held the woman tight and pulled her to me, mashing my lips against her mouth, wanting to feel her wriggling against me. She struggled hard, harder than I expected. But I figured that was because her hubby was so close, watching us.

"Help!" he yelled, and Randy filled the guy's mouth with his fist. His head snapped back, and he lay quiet.

"Come here, woman," I said to the chick when her old man had been gagged and bound.

She looked down at her husband and then at me. She was shaking, scared to death. "What are you going to-?"

"Come here!" I said firmly, trying to control my emotions. I wanted to keep my cool; it would be more effective than raging, which was what I felt like doing. My insides were churning, my head was spinning.

She stepped forward, inching toward me. I sat in a big, fat chair, waiting for her. Damn, but she was a gorgeous cunt! What luck! She might have been an old, washed-out bag of a loser, and the game wouldn't have been any fun. But she had good tits, a slim waist, flaring hips, and sleek legs. Just fine....

"Oh!" she gasped when I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap. I kissed her hard again, driving my tongue into her mouth. She tried to bite it, and I slapped her. She began to whimper, like a lost kitten. "Don't hurt me," she whined. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do what you say...."

"All right," I murmured. "Take your clothes off . ... "

She hesitated a moment, then got to her feet, Her husband lay watching her, his eyes clouded by the pain of Randy's lack. She unfastened the bell bottoms and worked them down over her hips, kicking them away. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. She stood there in nothing but high heels, panties, and bra. And she was luscious....

"Say, you are something else," Randy murmured, moving toward her. "Doc really had a find when he married you....

He reached out and slid one hand inside her bra, fondling a smooth tit. She tensed, and he squeezed her breast, his hand rubbing the nipple.

"What's your name, honey?" I asked her.

"Sally," she moaned.

Man, she was beginning to dig the action Randy was giving herl She closed her eyes, and her head tilted back slightly. She was hot for it, that was for sure. All that was needed was a push, a gentle nudge in the right direction.

"Here, take one of these," I said to her, handing her an amphetamine. At that point, hubby came alive, and Randy had to give him another boot The guy moaned and stopped struggling.

"Do you like Randy?" I asked her.

"Yes," she hissed. "Mmmmmm...."

"Go ahead," I told Randy. "Give her a taste...."

He forced her to her knees and guided his dick into her mouth. Again, the doctor tried to protest through his gags. I told the girl to undress him but to make sure that he didn't escape. He continued to grunt while they worked his clothes off him. It was a wild scene, Randy feeding his dick into Sally's soft mouth while her husband's clothes were stripped from him by the four girls. Andy sat next to me, laughing at it all and sucking on a pipe filled with pot.

"Suck it, honey!" I giggled, urging Sally on. "Do it good for him, and he'll do the same for you. And he's very good, too. I taught him all he knows...."

Randy threw his head back, his body stiffening, and Sally tried to pull her mouth away, and some of Randy's come splattered on the floor. I jumped out of the chair and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her lips back onto his dick.

"Suck it!" I hissed. "Suck it until you take it all! Hear me, bitch! I want you to swallow!"

She did; she had no other choice. When she was through, she fell back, looking as if she had just been through a pitched battle. I leaned over and kissed her full on the lips, and her body jerked. I don't think she expected me to lass her a moment after she finished sucking off another man. I could taste Randy's come, but it didn't bother me. I had known the taste before But she was shocked, and then it started to get to her, the pill, the action, etc.

"Ohhhhhhhh, God!" she moaned, not fighting me any more. "This is horrible...."

But she didn't act as if it were horrible. Her arms snaked about my neck, and her tongue toyed with mine. Man, I was in heaven at that point. My fondest dreams had been realized. She was beginning to dig it, just as Marcia had!

That's it, baby," I murmured, sucking at her lips as I unfastened her bra. "Just let yourself go...."

I got the damn bra off, and her tits fell free. I shoved my face into them, sucking a nipple between my teeth and biting down on it. She groaned, and her fingers crept into my hair.

"Oooooooo," she murmured. "Please...."

I wasn't sure whether she meant please stop, or please continue. But I had no intention of stopping. I sucked that tit for all I was worth, laving the nipple with my tongue until I had her as hot as I wanted her. Then I got between her legs and pulled her panties down over her hips. She lifted her legs and I yanked them off.

"Yessssss," she cooed. "Ohhhhh, yesssss!" Take me! I need you now...."

Music to my depraved ears! I ripped at my clothes, turning to find out what the rest of the family was doing. They were simply watching, mesmerized. I moved atop her and thrust my cock into her cunt, and her body jerked upward, as if I had shoved a hot knife into her.

"Ummmmmmmmpf," she moaned, her hips beginning that tantalizing movement. "Ohhhhhh...."

I fucked it deep into her and slid my arms under her back, pulling her close to me and supporting my weight on my elbows. The floor was wooden and hard, my knees scraping across it as we fucked, but I didn't give a thought to it. Her old man lay next to us, nude, and I glanced down and saw that his prick was stiff as a board.

"Why you old devil!" I laughed. "So you like watching somebody fuck your wife for you, eh?"

Sally looked over at him, and I think what she saw caused her to drop the last of her inhibitions. I mean, what kind of a man gets it up under those circumstances?

"I hate you, dammit!" she spat at him. "I hate you with all my heart!"

She was as crazy as us! I buried my face in her sweet tits and increased the pace of my thrusts. She arched her back, her body strong and firm under me. And when I came, she jerked her cunt over my dick, her movements incredibly quick. I grimaced, panting like a dog. I went on a trip, man, a long trip through some viscous, airless region of my soul that I imagined I would never leave. But I came down eventually, moving off her and sprawling flat on my back in the dirt of the floor.

At that point, Andy got up and undressed. Helen watched him without saying anything. They had argued much lately, and I think that she was angry he was so anxious to try out the new pussy spread so invitingly on the floor. And Sally definitely looked inviting. She smiled up at him, spreading her legs wide as he moved into position.

"Why don't you do something for the old man?" I said to Helen. "He looks like he needs some...."

She glanced down at the guy's dick, which was still erect. He looked at her with what seemed to be pure horror. I suppose he thought she was going to cut it off or something.

"Okay," she mumbled. "I'll see what I can do. Come on, you old horse. Let's make it...."

She moved atop him, straddling his dick and parting the lips of her cunt with her fingers. His dick sank into her, and she began to move over it, fucking it into her pussy. I looked at his face, and the expression was weird. The fear was still evident, but he was beginning to sweat heavily. He couldn't resist Helen's charms. She pulled her dress off her shoulders so that her tits could swing free.

"Yes, yesssssss!" she hissed, screwing his cock into her. "I love it! Oooooooo!"

Meanwhile, Andy was fucking Sally like she was the last woman on earth. She had her legs clamped about his waist, and her body moved in perfect timing with his thrusts. Lord, no wonder she had bagged such a rich bastard! She could fuck better than anyone I had ever known, which is saying quite a lot. None of those girls in that cabin lacked for much.

And then there came a rapping on the front door.

Everyone stopped moving, as if they had turned to wax. Doc began to grunt, and I signaled to Randy to drag him into the bedroom.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's me, Steve. I want to talk to you and your guests. It's about rent."

I checked to see whether Doc was gone and saw that Helen had refused to move off him. Similarly, Andy had resumed fucking Sally. I began to laugh, cackling like a maniac. It all seemed so absurd, so utterly ridiculous. I considered letting Steve walk right in and see for himself what kind of reception we had given our guests. But that would have complicated matters, and I wasn't finished entertaining Dr. Arthur Sloan and his lovely wife yet.

"Be right there!" I said. "We're coming!"

"What?" Steve asked amid Andy's moans. Sally began to buck up at him, and they both wallowed like a couple of dogs. It was a fine fuck, and when Andy got up, I told Sally to hop into her pants and blouse.

"Come on in," I said to Steve when I opened the door. 'We were all just getting acquainted."

He looked about nervously, eyeing the girls, his gaze settling on Mrs. Sloan, who looked slightly rumpled. "What's going on in here?" he asked. 'Where's the doctor?"

"The good doctor is resting," I said. "He's all tied up in knots. Nerves, you know."

I might have blown it at that point, and I certainly had given Sally a fine chance to expose us, but she just sat there smiling. Steve had his hat in his hand, and he suddenly addressed her very respectfully.

"I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am," he said. "But you see, these people are behind in their rent, and I thought that if they intended to charge you anything to stay here, well, that you might consider giving the money to me, because-"

"They haven't said a word about money," Sally interjected.

"They haven't?" Steve said.

"No, nothing of the sort!" I said, feigning indignance. "We're not money hungry, Steve old boy. We know that the law of life is live and let live. Or is it, fuck and be fucked? At any rate, no money will exchange hands."

He appraised me as if I was fresh from the madhouse. I scratched my chin. "The door's behind you, Steve," I said.

"Okay," he mumbled, turning to leave. "But I warn you, I want some rent before the week's out or I'll have you evicted."

"You'll what?" I yelled, and I thought he'd jump ten feet in the air. "Just leave us alone, Steve! Dig it? Get the hell out of here or we'll tear you up!"

All the fear he had for us bubbled to the surface, and he backed off, stumbling over the steps and sprawling on his back in the dust. I slammed the door shut and went to the window to watch him scuttle away. So much for Steve....

"That was very kind of you to keep your peace," I said to Sally.

"I'm leaving now," she said firmly, getting to her feet. "I won't be a party to this degradation any longer."

Obviously, she had been considering the moral complexities of her situation and opted for what she decided was proper. I nodded to Karen, and the girls grabbed her. She started screaming, and Kecia stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth.

"You think you're something special, don't you, Sally dear?" I asked her as they forced her to the floor. "You figure that you're a member of society's elite, that you're too good for us. Well, honey, you'll learn what it's all about now. Have you ever made it with a woman, love? No, I didn't think so. Well, you're going to now. You'll step down from your high station and give Kecia here some pleasure. That will be your new function. You'll satisfy whatever desires we may have. Understood?"

She grunted something incoherent, and I pulled the gag away.

"What's up, Tiger Lily?" I said.

"I hate your guts, you phony punk!" she yelled.

It took me by surprise, the way she just spat it out. Her face had suddenly become very ugly, and when Kecia shoved the gag back into her mouth, I grabbed her by the hair and shook her. She had hurt me in some way that I did not understand, and I hated her more than I ever believed I could hate anything.

"She can't talk like that to you," I heard Jill mumble. "She can't talk to any of us like that....

And then I saw Jill's wrist flash, and a cut spurted across Sally's cheek. Jill had a razor-blade in her hand, but I didn't try to take it away from her. She cut the chick again, and again.

"No!" Andy suddenly yelled, grabbing Jill by the arm and tossing her aside. "That's enough...."

And then I was on Andy, lacking, flailing at him. He went down hard, rutting his head on the wooden floor.

"The ass!" Helen screamed. "What the hell's the matter with him?"

"He blew his cool, that's all," Karen said, letting go of Sally and getting off the floor.

"Hey!" Randy yelled from the hallway. "The old man! He's gone!"

I ran to the bedroom and saw that doc had managed to free himself and escape out the window.

"Steve!" Randy said. "He's gone to Steve's place!"

We took the doc's route, out the window. It was so damn dark, the sky starless, and we could barely see our way. But we hustled across the dry field and rapped on Steve's door. There was no response.

"He went into town," I said, noticing that Steve's pickup truck was gone. "I hope to hell he didn't take the good doctor with him."

And then we heard a noise in the bushes behind Steve's house. We bolted around back, but it was quiet.

"I think he's here," Randy whispered, and I nodded.

"Steve must've left before he escaped," I said.

"Let's check over there...."

We waded into the high weeds and bushes and suddenly the doctor burst out of them, running towards the ravine at the south.

"There he goes!" I yelled. "Get the bastard!"

Randy couldn't pick him up for the moment, but the doctor's form was momentarily silhouetted against the moonlit sky, and we both took off after him.

"No! No!" Sloan screamed, running faster now.

And then I realized that he was getting close to the edge of the ravine. He didn't even realize there was a ravine, I knew that It was a bright night but it was difficult to pick up the outline of the edge.

"Watch out, Sloan!" I yelled. "You're near the ravine!"

I saw him disappear as he stumbled over the precipice, his screams frightful. He tumbled to the bottom, and Randy and I climbed down to him. He was dead when we reached him. I thought he might have survived, but he had cracked his head on a stone during his fall, and his skull had split open. He was gushing blood. I shook him, then held his pulse, but there wasn't a sign of life.

"Oh, my God," Randy murmured. "What the hell are we gonna do, Paul?"

"Let's go back to the cabin," I said. "Well get something to wrap him in; then we'll take him Out of here."

We hustled up the side of the ravine and made our way back to the family. A crowd met us when we arrived. Steve had brought the police. I tried to duck them, but they spotted us against the horizon.

"There's the other two!" Steve yelled. "That's them. The tall one's their leader!"

The cops rushed over and grabbed us, twisting our arms behind our backs.

"Where's my husband?" Sally yelled, struggling out of the cabin. Someone had washed her wounds, but she seemed weak, her legs unable to support her weight. "What have you done to him, dammit!"

"Where is he, mister?" one of the cops said, his voice hard.

"He fell!" Randy said. "He fell over the edge of the cliff back there!"

"You killed him!" Sally screamed flailing at him hysterically. "You killed him! You're murderers!"

"Is he still back there?" the cop asked me.

"The dead don't walk," I said, and he clubbed me across the back of the neck. His question was logical, but I acted smart. The whole scene was nightmarish. I don't know why in the world I talked like that. I felt very calm. Everyone was rushing around, yelling, but I stood there looking at them as if they didn't exist. It was very strange.

They went back and pulled the doctor out. The ambulance arrived, and he was pushed into it and carted away. The cops took our names and questioned Sally. She was out of her mind with rage and fear. A doctor gave her a sedative.

"Time to go," a cop said to me after they sorted out some of the so-called facts.

They had snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists, and the cop ushered me out of the cabin and into the patrol car. A photographer stepped forward, and his camera flash blinded me for a moment. And for that moment, it seemed as though I had died. It was an acute disappointment to me when I opened my eyes and still saw that barren landscape.

"Did you throw him over the edge of that ravine?" a cop asked me in the car. "No," I said.

"The hell you didn't" he said softly. "You're in for it now, boy. They're gonna grind you up and bury you. We hate your kind out here. And you went too far, much too far...."

He was right on that account. I remembered back to the days I spent at my aunt's house, when I dreamed of running away and leading an exciting life. But it hadn't turned out like that, not quite.

They put us in a dinky claptrap of a jail that first night, separating Randy and me and keeping the girls and Andy together.

"We're trying to contact relatives " one cop said to me during the night. "Got anybody?"

"No," I answered.

"Nobody?"

"Nope."

"Too bad" he said. "You're gonna need someone."

"Too late for all that," I murmured. "Much to late, my friend."

He just shrugged and walked out, leaving that small bulb burning in the cell.