Chapter 4
"So your folks are gone, huh?"
The cowboy took the drink Kristine had made for him and leaned back in a chair. She came across the room with hers. She was trying to hide her excitement. She wasn't used to being nervous around men. But there was something about this guy that made her feel a little shaky. The way he walked. If you could call it that. It was a rolling swagger that made his shoulders swing easily over his muscled body. Jimmy Weslyn was his name. She rolled it silently in her mouth. The diamond ring on his little finger twinkled in the sunlight from the window.
"I've got the whole place to myself," Kristine said, sweeping a bare arm around. She knew Jimmy was keeping an eye on her. And he wasn't trying to hide the fact like most men did. He wasn't just peeking. He was staring. She perched on the arm of a chair near his. She didn't plan to drink much of her Scotch. She just had it for effect. Jimmy lifted his glass and drained it.
"You got any more of that booze?" he waved the glass at her. "That's good stuff" She nodded her head towards the bottle on the coffee table. Jimmy went over and poured out a stiff drink. Then he reached in the ice-cube keeper and splashed one into his Scotch.
Now she was staring at him. Kristine averted her eyes quickly. But Jimmy had noticed her attention and smiled in easy acceptance of the fact. Kristine sensed that lots of women had studied him. There was a way his eyes wrinkled down at the corners, the wry set of his mouth that said he'd fucked lots of women in his time.
"What does that say on your belt buckle?" she said, trying to make conversation that didn't seem too obviously coy. Of course she was being coy. She wanted to see that look of adoration in Jimmys eyes. Like Julian had had for her once. So far Jimmy's eyes could have been looking off across a barren range for all the adoration they held.
"That's my rodeo belt, honey." He tilted it up at an angle. "Won it in El Paso a year ago." He gave her a grin that came from just one side of his mouth. "What it says is that this here boy can ride anything that'll hold still enough for him to get on." The wink seemed corny, but Kristine felt its effect clearly. It made her squirm in her seat and drink more of the Scotch than she'd intended. It was about time to put this Jimmy Weslyn in his place.
She swayed over and sat on the arm of his chair. The cowboy seemed a little surprised, but not much. He was darned good-looking. She gave him a pouty smile and when he lifted his glass, she touched hers to it. They drank. Damn it, she was drinking too much. Maybe it was all the muscles that made her nervous. None of the guys she'd ever dated had so many. Julian certainly hadn't been built like this guy. He looked like he could twist the head off a steer. There was a scar on his forehead. It was as good a starting place as any.
Kristine put one of her long, soft fingers against it. "Ain't that purty?" Jimmy cracked. "Had to knock a feller off his chair in Amarillo. Trouble was he had a buddy who wanted to knock me off mine.'
"I thought maybe a horse did it," she purred.
"Horses are lots easier to get along with than men." He took her hand and looked at it. "You know there ain't hardly nothing to you. You're so little.
"You're big," she said, making her voice breathy. She put the hand on his arm and rubbed up to his shoulder. Then down again. Her nails tickled at the crook of his elbow. She wondered if there was a tattoo under the silk cowboy shirt. Then her breath caught. Her glance had happened to light on the crotch of Jimmy's leather pants. The crotch was swollen out like some beast was living in there. Kristine smothered her surprise at the size of it. Things were going along just fine. She gritted her teeth to get nerve. Then she circled her fingers behind Jimmy's neck. He wore his hair shorter than most men, but longer than a straight farmer, too. It was curled up behind his ears and though a little oily to the touch, it was clean.
Jimmy let her play with him for a few minutes. She made sure she was touching all the right places. Behind his ears, the nape of his neck. His cheeks. Then she lowered her mouth down and waited for him to kiss her. She didn't let the first one last very long. When Jimmy pulled her against him and pushed his tongue between her lips, she turned her face to the side.
"Man, you smell like springtime. His mouth devoured the side of her face, wet a line down her neck. She squirmed In his steely embrace. His chest was like a wall. She couldn't seem to break his hold on her thin body. "How much you weigh? Hundred amd ten?"
"You're squeezing me too hard," Kristine gasped. Jimmy let her go. She pretended to be straightening her hair. "Yes. A hundred and ten." He'd hit it right on the nose. Silly as it was. The little guess of his scared her. Maybe because it wasn't a guess at all. Maybe Jimmy Weslyn had held enough pretty girls in his arms to know exactly how much one weighed. Kristine had to get time to study the situation. She picked up her drink again and moved away. She was surprised when Jimmy didn't grab for her.
"Well, I'm gonna have to be moving along here pretty soon ..." He poured him half a glass more of her daddy's Scotch and swirled it around. Kristine got up. This wasn't the way she'd planned things. She'd wanted to make Jimmy want her. Want her so bad that he begged for it . .
"What's your hurry?"
"Oh, no special hurry. I want to go look at a saddle for one thing. That's why I'm in Martinsville in the first thing. Fella I met said he's got a beauty. Sellin' cheap." Jimmy drank his Scotch, sat back in his chair. He looked like he wasn't staying long.
Saddles! Kristine felt angry. He wanted to go look at a saddle rather than stay there with her! She went to pour herself some more Scotch, too. Jimmy didn't see her undo the top two buttons of her blouse. And when she sat on the arm of his chair this time, she cocked a leg so that her skirt rode-well up her thigh. It was one of her best moves. Her thigh was long and lean and white. She thought she had the nicest legs in school. And there were delicate blue veins beneath the flesh. Her shins had a sparse covering of blonde down. She hadn't ever bothered to shave it. It was too sexy to get rid of and obviously Jimmy agreed. He was rubbing a thick finger up and down the side of her calf.
"Jesus Christ. How do you keep the men teachers from climbin' the wall at that high school you go to?"
Kristine smiled at this.
"Teachers! Ugh!" She wrinkled up her nose. Jimmy's finger strayed under the hem of her dress. Kristine started to put her hand down, but by the time her fingers circled his wrist, she felt the pressure against the crotch of her panties.
"Ohhhhhhh. .. noooo. Please don't do that!"
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
Jimmy forced some of the silk up between the lips of her cunt. Kristine felt the sudden surge of her juices. She tucked her butt back on the chair arm. Her Scotch spilled to the rug. Jimmy laughed and took his finger away from her crotch to slap his thigh.
Kristine felt her face redden. And she never blushed.
It took her a while to get her nerves quieted down again. Jimmy sat on the edge of his chair watching her. She couldn't read his expression at all. She walked back and forth in front of him. She wasn't about to give up so easy. They were all alike. Men. She could get him on his knees yet. She had what it took to do it.
"You're not much of a gentleman," she simpered.
"I'll try a little harder." Jimmy Weslyn stood up. She went over, holding her fresh drink. She slid a hand down his belly, down, down. This would get him. Her fingers felt the lump that stretched almost down into one leg of his leather pants. It made her heart thump to touch the shape of his cock, to feel the place where the tip swelled out so big. Jimmy was really hung; as the girls at school described it during giggling sessions of sex gossip.
Kristine smiled up blatantly into Jimmy's face as she smoothed and petted the swollen prick in his pants. She could see he was going to kiss her again. She'd let him. Maybe twice more. Then she'd turn the whole thing off. He'd be calling her on the phone before the sun went down.
"Baby.. ." His arms circled her narrow back. She kept gouging at the chunk of meat that was pressed so tightly between his pants and body. Then she twisted suddenly out of his embrace, his kiss still wet and warm on her lips. She giggled at how easy she'd done it. Jimmy was standing there in the middle of the room with a fantastic hard on! And the look on his face said he'd let himself be lured over that line . .
"You better go check on that saddle," she whispered from the third stair. "I think I'll go stretch out for a while."
"You know, I could use some rest, too," Jimmy said. But his confidence wasn't so obvious as it had been. There was doubt in his eyes.
"No. I want to be alone. Maybe you could call me later if you get enough time . . ."
She turned her back to him and went on up the steps. She was dying to turn around and catch his expression. She made the turn at the landing and headed for her room. That cowboy would be picking up his hat now. He'd be strung out on her bad. He'd be heading for the door.
The heavy bump of Jimmy Weslyn's boots climbing the stairs scared Kristine. At first she just stood in the hall, hardly believing that someone could be so. .. She ran. She was inside her room and closing the door when the sharp toe of Jimmy's cowboy boot shoved between. Then she was shoved back as the door flew open. She bumped the wall. Her eyes were big and scared. Jimmy had a funny smile on his face. He came for her. His strong hands clenched the material of her blouse and snatched it down off her shoulders. It tore like tissue paper and her small tits bounced free on her chest. She started to cover them with her hands, but Jimmy's fingers circled her wrists like vises.
"Nooooo.. . get out of here! You don't have any business in my bedroom!"
Jimmy was breathing hard. He got both her wrists in one of his big hands and with the other began undoing the side of her skirt. She twisted violently, but he shoved his body hard against her, squeezing the breath out of her lungs in a whining gasp. She was pinned against the wall. Jimmy ripped her skirt down over her thighs. She felt it puddle around her ankles.
"I never fucked a girl with sandals on," he laughed. "Just occurred to me. Think I'd like to try that."
"You . . . you filthy, awful-"
Jimmy's mouth covered hers. She bit his lip hard. Then one of his big hands exploded across her face. The blow knocked Kristine to her knees. It had been such a surprise that she forgot her a second where she was, who she was. .. what had happened.
"Ohhh . . . oh, God in heaven . ..Oh, don't hurt me any more . . ."
She was jerked to her feet. The room spun and there was a ringing in her ears. Jimmy's hard fingers curled through the crotchpiece of her panties and he tore it out with another quick snatch of his arm.
"I usually don't go around beatin' up on young women," he said. She saw the blood trickle from the side of his mouth. He wiped it on the back of his hand. She felt the coolness against her naked cunt-mound. The torn silk tickled the insides of her thighs where it dangled down. Only then did the panic start to build in her chest.
"This isn't happening . . ."
Jimmy shoved her roughly towards the bed. He pushed her down on her belly across it and pulled her wrists above her head. She felt him knotting her ruined blouse, binding her hands helplessly together. Her mind bolted with horror. She tried to get up but a heavy forearm crashed into her back and sent her flopping down again. The bed bounced as Jimmy tore a sheet out from under her and twisted it into a makeshift rope.
"Cowboys are good at improvising," he drawled. He passed the twisted sheet through the circle her arms made and pulled it down tight and tied it around one leg of the bed. Kristine whimpered as she felt her body drawn tight against the mattress. Her knees were an from the rug, her sandaled feet digging to push her up and over the edge. Jimmy hit her with the flat of his hand. She felt the sudden heat and pain against her squirming butt and froze instantly. Then she started to sob.
With the sound of Jimmy Weslyn's boots falling to the rug, she began to bawl. When his belt buckle clinked, she was getting close to hysteria. Again he smacked her ass with the flat of his hand. It hurt! Hurt so bad that she had to bite her lip. She stopped crying, choked back the convulsive sobs that racked her throat.
"That's better." He walked around, looking at her. Kristine felt like a slab of meat. She was stretched over her twin size bed belly-down. Her arms above her head, her body bent at the hips so that her thighs were pressed against the side of the mattress, knees held tantalizingly free of the rug. She couldn't get a grip on anything, couldn't get away if she tried.
Jimmy was in front of her now. She wanted to close her eyes, but the shape and size of his cock shocked her into staring. It was huge! It was like the cock of some animal! It was thicker than Julian's cock. And bigger at the tip. And longer!
"You ready for some of this meat, honey?" Jimmy's eyes looked crazy. She writhed against her bonds. "Jesus, you are one of the prettiest little things I ever did see. Thin as a new-born colt. I like 'em willowy like you are. They got more fire, lean women."
Kristine tried to control her trembling voice. "If you don't untie me right now, I'm going to make sure you get in a lot of trouble, Mr. Weslyn."
"You're the one's in trouble."
He walked around behind her. She moaned with fear as his hand petted the two halves of her butt and then roughly shoved against her asshole. Jimmy massaged the tight, dry bung as she clenched it tight. Oh, it was awful! To have her asshole touched, of all places! What kind of a man was he? But her breathing was getting shallow and hot.
"I could eat supper off your ass, you're so clean." He snorted. "This is gonna be nice. Real nice." His finger shoved down under her pussy-mound and forced the damp cunt-lips apart. Kristine arched her back sharply and jerked against the twisted sheet.
"Nooooo! Don't do . . . Ohhhhhhh!"
What was he doing to her clit. Pinching it! She'd never felt anything so sharp and nerve-shattering! It wasn't at all like the feeling she got when she rubbed it herself, or when Julian had licked her clit with his tongue. This was sharp and sudden and piercing. Almost immediately her pussy was flooding juice from every fold. Jimmy laughed and did what he was doing all the harder. She writhed in agony. It hurt, but it made her cunt feel quivery and hot, too! She was grunting with the sensation when he fingered close to her hole and then started to push against her cherry.
"Please. .. I'll pay you . . .l'll do anything if you let me up and leave!"
"A virgin!" he muttered; "A goddamn virgin!"
"Ohhhh . . . ohhhh . . . don't touch me!"
"I'm doing you a favor, honey."
Jimmy got down on his knees behind her. She was panicked. What in God's name was he going to do now? Then she felt his hard thumbs sink into the flesh of her ass-cheeks as his fingers curled under the fronts of her hips. He held her up and open as he shoved his mouth against her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
She squirmed like a maniac. But Jimmy's tongue had slipped into the beginning of her hole and she could feel its tip searching for the weakest spot of her cherry. He had picked her bottom up off the edge of the bed now so he could clamp his mouth even tighter over her dripping pussy. She writhed and kicked her legs. He threw her half up onto the bed, rolling her over onto her back now and forcing her thighs wider. Still she couldn't jerk her wrists down to fight him. Her tits quivered on her chest as she fought to escape the cowboy's mouth. But then he was lying on one of her legs and holding the other one in his firm grasp. His tongue edged her cunt-hole again and seemed to be tapping lightly on the door of her body.
"This ain't gonna hurt half so bad as you're making out like it will!"
"Ohhh, no! You won't do it! Not really!"
She started to cry again. But then her sob was cut off sharply by the pain. Jimmy had bit one of her cunt-lips! He was grinding it between his teeth now. She choked on the sensation. Then he pointed his tongue sharply and with a growl drove it quickly into the steamy softness of her hole.
"Nhhhuuuuuuu!" Kristine whimpered as a trickle of hot blood oozed into the matted curls that fringed her cunt. Jimmy drove his tongue into her virgin hole again, deeper this time. She could feel the roughness of it rubbing the wound he'd made. Then she heard him lapping at the tattered edges of her cherry. He was drinking her blood! Like some awful, awful vampire or something. She felt like she was going to faint.
Jimmy was leering at her, blood dripping from his chin. She couldn't believe it was happening! Right there in her own bedroom! His face lowered. She felt his mouth against one of her tits. She gasped as the nipple rose against the slippery friction of his tongue. Blood and spit was smeared across her chest as Jimmy went for the other soft swell.
Kristine's sobs had turned to moans. It was the touch, the rub, the hurt of him. It was doing strange things to her body! She wiggled to escape, though she knew no escape was possible. Jimmy's hands caressed her roughly. She felt her soft flesh being poked deeply by his hard fingers. And he had his muscled hips shoved down between her legs.
"Nooo . . . I don't want you to kiss me!"
But his mouth covered hers. This time she didn't bite him. She trembled there as his bloody tongue dove upwards against the roof of her mouth. At the same instant she felt something smooth and spongy pushing inside the plumpness of her pussy-lips. She writhed frantically, but the tongue in her mouth choked off her breath. She whimpered through her nostrils as Jimmy guided his cock-tip into the bleeding beginning of her hole. There had to be a way to get away from him! If she could just squirm from beneath his body, if she could just ....
"OOOOOWWWWW!" she cried as his hips plunged up and under. The domed tip of his prick stabbed four inches into her cunt. "I'm fucked," she whimpered, tears sliding down her cheeks. "You fucked me ..."
"Oh, baby. . . your cunt's tight! Too tight. But old Jimmy can fix that!"
"Noooooo!"
"Hold on, honey. I'm just beginnin'."
"Oh, God! Oh, God, no!"
Jimmy held her hips so hard it hurt. His thumbs gouged into her white skin, his fingers penetrated the softness of her butt. And holding her still like that, he pulled his cock back slowly. Kristine felt like all her insides were being pulled out of her cunt-hole. Her guts felt caught on the barb of Jimmy Weslyn's steely cock! Then slowly. . . very slowly he entered her cunt again. And this time his prick forced deeper than it had been before. She felt her cunt-wall expand to make room for him. She was too scared even to squirm now, afraid she might tear something inside her cunt. Her tube was stretched but tight around the awful heat of his prick.
"Hey, you're pretty deep for such a young one."
Jimmy sucked at her ear until a thrill burned down her back. It was unwanted, that thrill. Kristine ground her teeth together and tried to concentrate on not being excited. But the thrill came again as Jimmy tongued the deep tunnel, his spit crackling loudly. Then he was searching behind her lobe, nibbling, sucking.
"Stop that! I hate you! I want you to leave me alone!"
Jimmy moved his hips again and she felt her cunt being speared deeper than ever. She was probably bleeding to death right now and he didn't even care. Jimmy twisted her blonde hair around his fingers and forced her head way back. Then he started to eat at her throat.
"Huuhnnnnnnn . . . ohhhh. . . Ohhhh, God!"
She was trying not to let him discover how his kissing affected her. Her skin was flushed with the tingles that his mouth was making. And the odd glow around her cunt. It was like a storm raged there where she'd been speared. Her tissues felt inflamed and sensitive. As Jimmy's meat rubbed in and out, the jolts of pleasure weakened her further.
"I hate you!" she spat when he held her face between his hands to look at her.
"I don't hate you at all," Jimmy drawled. "I kinda like you."
"You..." She stopped, started again. "I hate what you've done!"
"No you don't. You like it. I know all about girls like you. You think one thing while another part of you is hungry."
"You're a liar!"
"It'll come to you someday.
He eased his hips back, back. Kristine couldn't believe he was actually taking his cock out of her hole. But the prick-head slipped out from between her ravished cunt-lips with a slurp. Jimmy undid the torn blouse that bound her wnsts. He made her sit up. She thought it was over. Her body shook from the tension.
But it wasn't over. He pulled her hands behind her back and bound them again, tighter than ever. She looked down at the mess between her thighs. There were smears of blood and her own cunt juice. The lips of her pussy pouted open. They looked puffy and tender and slick.
Jimmy straddled her legs with his knees and swayed forward. Then she knew what he wanted. Her heart stopped. His cock was smeared with her blood and juice and it pulsed where the tip flared out.
She tried to say something, but her voice was frozen. Jimmy saw the fear in her eyes and laughed. His big hands curled in her hair and pulled her forward. Her lips brushed his awful cock and she felt the smear of her own cunt juice. . . her own blood.
"You won't do this. . . you won't . . .'
"I damn well will!"
He forced her forward aqain. His biq balls swayed under his thick prick-shaft. Kristine saw her worst nightmares coming true. Oh, she'd talked about how it might be to give a blowjob. To Valerie, to make her best friend think how wild she was. But she hadn't dreamed she'd ever really put her mouth around a man's cock!
The heat of his prick! The smell of it! Kristine started to cry again. Jimmy roughly grasped her mouth and forced it open with thumb and finger. Then he pulled her forward until the flared tip of his cock jammed spongily between her teeth.
"You bite my cock and I'll break your head," he growled.
Kristine didn't bite. She let her jaw open. His prick was sooo big. So hot! Her head spun. The walls went blurry and she closed her eyes to keep from getting sick. The spongy knob pulsed against her tongue and when she tried to slide it out of the way, she rubbed the underside of his shaft and the huge thing stiffened even more!
"Mhhnnnnaaaa!" she moaned, unable to make words now. Her mouth was being forced full of heavy, hot meat! She twisted to one side, but Jimmy brought his hips forward and the smooth dome of his knob raked the inside of her cheeek, bulging it out.
"Baby . . ." His fingers shook. "Uhhhnnnn!"
Kristine tugged at her bonds again. It wouldn't do any good even if she could get her hands free. Jimmy was guiding her head gently forward, gently back. She couldn't resist him. She watched the muscles snake in his arms as he worked her mouth over his prick and back again. Spit dripped from the corners of her lips and hung from her chin. She felt the hot drops against her chest. Jimmy was making such strange noises.
"Oh, baby. . . now you're learning something. You better start using that tongue . . ."
The mere idea of licking his cock made her want to throw up. But she pushed the flat of her tongue forward along the little bumps and veins and then brought it back. Jimmy's chest heaved suddenly and she felt his fingers tighten in her hair. He pulled her forward hard. The bulging cock-head went into her throat and her stomach bucked. But he wouldn't let her escape, wouldn't let her back off his cock!
"Uhhgggghhaaaa!"
"Shut up and suck!"
He worked his cock-tip back and forth through the convulsing, clasping membranes of her throat. Again her stomach bucked and heaved but nothing would come up. She couldn't even breathe with that huge prick strangling her! Then Jimmy pulled his cock completely out of her mouth and let her head go. She slumped there, her mouth slack and open as the saliva strung down from her bottom lip. She turned pleading eyes up to him.
"Lick my cock," he ordered. "Like a lollipop . . ."
"Nooo !"
"Yes!
Jimmy doubled a fist close to her face. Weakly, Kristine pushed her tongue out. His cock had been sucked clean by her now, and it glistened with her spit. She touched the glossy prick-head and then started slowly to lick it. Jimmy grunted.
"Right there where those two little bumps are . . . at the bottom . . . Uhnnn!"
Kristine did what he wanted. She felt beaten, numb. Her body ached where he had hurt her. She felt bruised and swollen. And her cheek ached from the blow across it only moments before.
"Faster. That's it. Uhn. . . uhn . . . uhnnnnn!"
The sound of her tongue sucking against the smooth surface of me cowboy's prick seemed to come from far away. It wasn't her, was it? Of course it was. She couldn't escape that fact. That she was being held against her will in her very own bedroom. Held by some perverted cowboy who had popped her cherry with his tongue, and fucked her cunt with his gigantic cock, and forced her to blow him!
"I'm gonna come, and you're gonna swallow everything I give you . . ." "Noooo!"
Jimmy grabbed her head and held her firmly as he began to pump his cock-tip up and down the trough of her tongue. Whenever she tried to stop licking his dick, he tightened his fingers around her throat. She sucked dutifully now, not wanting any more pain. Wanting only for it to all be over.
The cowboy's body shuddered. He held the back of her head firmly so she wouldn't be able to draw away at the last moment. In and out he pushed the tip of his cock. It was hot and slippery as it eased over her pouty bottom lip and between her teeth. She tried to keep her aching muscles working, tried to keep her teeth away from the delicate membrane that covered the bullet-shaped tip of his prick. She didn't want to be struck again.
His cock swelled suddenly. It was like an overripe piece of fruit that was about to burst in the sun. But it wasn't going to burst in the sun. It was going to burst in her mouth.
"Nhhuuuuu," she whimpered, her words distorted around the huge fuck-stick. It was tight as a drumhead now and she knew that something was happening deep inside Jimmy's body. She could see his balls contract upwards in their sac. She felt a kind of thumping, a convulsion back along the tube that fed the tip.
When the first droplet of seed formed and then dribbled onto her tongue, Kristine made a choking sound through her nostrils. Jimmy gave her a hard look. She knew she had to take it all, had to, to eat his cum!
"Uhhnnnnhhaaaa!"
"Eat . . . damn it, you'd better!"
The droplet of jizz grew larger. It dripped onto her tongue and she sensed the flat, sour taste. She was dizzy with the experience of it, the reality of jizz in her mouth. Then a huge glop of the slimy stuff jetted out of the tiny opening and bathed her mouth. She swallowed quickly, trying not to taste his fuck-juice at all now. The sticky curds popped in her nostrils. Her throat was coated with the dripping strings.
Jimmy was fucking her mouth harder now. His cock was sliding deeper along her tongue each time he brought his hips forward. Then the flared knob went into her throat again and white froth poured down into her stomach. She gagged and whimpered, her shoulders shaking violently at being forced to become a cock-sucker.
"Yeah! Goddamn sonofabitch, yeah!"
Jimmy was shivering and bucking and shoving his stiff prick against the back of her throat as it spouted hot seed. When he pulled back enough so that she could suckle his rod with her tongue again, Kristine was so grateful that she worked like a child after candy. She hoped to please him, to make him keep his cock out of her throat.
Another spurt of cream flowed over the back of her tongue and stuck in strings when she tried to force it down. Whining like a puppy, she nursed the last of it from his convulsing rod and then he was shoving her down on the bed. She slumped there, a white string of prick-juice leaking from the corner of her mouth, her chest heaving with anguish. She felt Jimmy tying something around her ankles. He left her wrists bound behind her back. She didn't know how much time had passed. Her eyes were closed and she didn't feel like opening them. Then Jimmy pushed a gag into her mouth and tied it with something that went behind her neck.
"Be back in a little bit, sugar . . ."
Kristine felt paralyzed. The fear had numbed her and made her tired. She teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. Then she slept.