Chapter 11
Willie reared back and dragged Rita with him as he fired the last of his gushing load. Drained, he loosened his grip and let her slump to the deck, still dizzy from hanging upside down and weak from the spasms of her searing climax. Rita pitched sideways and would have fallen flat except for the neck chain binding her to the rail.
The chain pulled tight and held her on her side. Slowly, her mind began to clear. She gazed down and finally focused her eyes on the scattering of hair around her, dark gleaming wisps that the lunatic Enos had failed to gather up.
The sight of her her made Rita cringe. She'd thought the vision of clicking shears had only been part of a horrible dream, that she could toss her head and still feel the soft brush of hair spilling smoothly down her back. Now she knew that could not be. It had all been real, and the nightmare had only begun.
"You through with her?" Enos asked as he walked back on deck, his lean body hunched over by a heavy weight.
"For now," Willie said. "I mean to whip her again if my nose don't feel better real soon."
"I get my licks first," Enos insisted. "Before Fm done, she'll beg to have you whip her ass. Look what I found in the front cabin."
Enos laid Frank's scuba gear on the deck, diving. mask, fins and a full tank of air. Frank had thought he might find time to explore the lake bottom. By the crooked grin that twisted Enos' lips, Rita guessed he had something wildly more sinister in mind.
Enos clamped the air hose mouthpiece between his broken teeth and sucked until his cheeks collapsed.
"Dang thing don't work," he growled, spitting it out.
"It's like a tank of welding gas," Willie said. "You have to open the valve."
"Oh, shit!" Enos spun the valve and tried the lung again. "Hot damn, fancy that being able to breath regular under the water."
Willie gave him a curious look. "You plannin' to go for a swim? I thought you wanted our baldheaded bitch."
"I'm gonna enjoy both," Enos told him.
He bent down and slipped the swim fins on to his feet, then straightened up again, adjusting the strap of the glass oval mask to fit snug on his bony face.
"You're crazy," Willie said in surprise.
Enos cackled as he slipped into the harness of the breathing device. "I know," he said with a wry grin. "Now unlock that chain from the rail and help me pitch her over the side."
"No!" Rita cried. She was normally a strong swimmer, but not with her hands locked behind her, her body weighted with heavy chain.
Amos turned and looked down from the bridge when he heard a shrill scream that ended in a resounding splash. "That crazy Enos" he said, shaking his head. "He gets wilder all the time."
Edna cowered before Amos, huddled in a corner under the spoked wheel and other controls.
"What did he do?" Edna asked fearfully, too weak to stand.
"He and Willie threw that bald friend of yours off the boat."
"What bald friend?" Edna croaked.
"The one that used to have the long, dark hair. Enos took the snips to her, an' now it looks like he's tryin' to drown her."
"Oh, God!" Edna remembered Enos talking about his mother. At first she'd thought it was just the idle rambling of a twisted mind. Stricken with fear for Rita, Edna asked: "Do you. . . know about your mother?"
"I knowed she was a whore."
"I mean about how she died?"
"Drowned herself in the creek without no clothes. Musta been drunk. All us kids could wade across where she was found."
"Enos told me your father did it. He found her with another man." Edna tensed, hearing watery cries from below. At least Rita was still alive "and he raped her, holding her head down until she drowned."
"Enos tole you all that?" Amos asked. Deep furrows spread across his brow. "He's been keepin' that in all these years? No wonder his poor head is so fucked up!"
"You've got to help Rita!" Edna pleaded urgently.
"I don't gotta do anything," he answered bluntly. Then he turned toward her and went on with a leering twinkle in his eyes. "Except I do hafta satisfy this big hairy ole dick of mine."
"Rita might drown!" Edna wailed.
"And you might get to wishin' you was goin' with her," Amos said.
Rita had sunk like a rock when she first hit the water. A wild scream had wasted precious breath. Her lungs felt like blazing fire before she could thrash her way back to the star-speckled surface of the lake.
She kicked frantically, like working the pedals of a bike. The loose end of the chain hung down her back, a cold and grim reminder of beautiful hair that used to be. Her body trembled from the numbing cold of the lake water, and from the tension of mounting fear. It was all she could do to keep her head up now. When she tired, when she got too cold or too weak to kick . . . another wild scream echoed far into the night.
Enos stood at the rail, watching her while he gave the diving gear a final check. To Rita, thrashing below, he looked like a gaunt creature from another world, leering with one wide and unblinking eye.
Willie ambled across the deck to the other side where Sue lay. She was straining her neck, struggling to see.
He smiled down at her. "Now your friend don't have no hair, I think you're the prettiest of the three.
"And I think you're a stinking piece of shit!" Sue exclaimed. "You, that scarecrow and the hairy ape don't have a brain or an ounce of human decency between you."
Willie shrugged. "That's mean talk from a little bitch who can hardly move her head."
Amos had left her tied up, face down, very securely bound. Sue went slack and shivered, turning her face away as a sob erupted from deep in her chest. She knew it was wrong to taunt him. It could only make things worse.
Willie knelt down near her shoulders and stroked the soft waves of blonde hair spilled across her back. "Are you like that for real, or does the color come out of a bottle?"
"It's real." Another racking sob left her gasping.
"Real pretty," Willie said in a voice surprisingly soft. "I never fucked a woman with silver hair." He brushed the soft, shining waves again, then suddenly his voice turned cold. "If you want to keep all your hair on your pretty head, don't you do anything dumb when, I loosen these ropes."
"I won't," Sue promised in a voice filled with revulsion. Sue hated herself for thinking the younger brother was so handsome, for secretly wanting to feel the power of his huge cock.
"I'm gonna take you into one of the cabins," he said as he pulled the ropes off her ankles. "They're done up real nice with a big warm bed and pillows as soft as those tits of yours."
Sue flexed her legs as soon as they were free, trembling expectantly when he turned to work on the knots at her wrists. Wild thoughts raced through her mind. Could she kick him in the balls while he was still on his knees, maybe gain enough time to get over the side and swim for shore?
Enos had gone into the water on the far side of the boat. She could hear his excited grunts mixed with Rita's gurgling cries. And Amos was nowhere to be seen, probably busy with Edna somewhere.
Poor Edna...
"There," Willie said as the last knot pulled free. Sue coiled her legs beneath her and sat rubbing the badly chafed wrist of her left arm.
"You gotta real fine set of tits," he said.
Sue balled her right hand into a fist and waited for an opening. It didn't matter that he was trying to act kind. Sue could hear Rita's tortured gasps, and she knew the same or worse was waiting for her.
Willie slipped his big hands beneath her arms and lifted her, rising slowly to his feet.
"That nice warm bed is waiting," he said, blue eyes gleaming softly, feasting on Sue's heaving tits.
"I want your big cock," she said in a breathy moan. It wasn't hard to make it sound real. The hidden animal part of her nature did want his huge prick.
"You'll get it," he said assuringly, stretching to his full height.
Sue wet her lips and stared, then she gasped and stumbled toward him, pretending to be too weak or overcome with joy to stay on her feet. Willie caught her beneath the arms again, bending slightly as her knees went slack.
Her tight little fist blurred toward his swaying ball-sac.
"Goddamn!" Willie groaned.
His enormous half-swollen cock took the main force of the blow. The sight of her huge soft tits had started his cock throbbing again. He staggered backward, surprised, but not seriously hurt.
"Amos was right! It's just no damn good trying to be nice and kind? The Goddamned fool women don't want it that way!"
"I don't want it at all!" Sue screamed.
Willie raged like a bull behind her, snorting and pawing while she scrambled to get over the rail. He snatched up his whip as she threw one shapely leg over the side.
Sue was ready to lunge forward, arms reaching out for black water bright with shimmering reflections. She heard a sharp hiss behind her and turned her head toward the sound.
"Aaaaccck!" she cried, throwing up her hands as the long tongue of the whip coiled around her neck.
Willie reared back and tugged on the whip handle with both hands, jerking the loose coils tight.
Sue lost her balance and teetered on the rail, hands clawing at the coils of black leather now pulled tight enough to strangle her. Willie pulled again and sent her sprawling on the deck. With slack in the whip, he shook it free, then he stood over her..
"I'm sorry," she moaned, fearful of looking at him.
"I ain't," Willie growled. "I ain't at all. I'm startin' to really like it his way
"Bastard! You're the worst of the bunch. At least they don't pretend to be human!" Sue gathered her feet beneath her, wondering if she could run and jump and somehow outrace the whip lying in loose coils at his feet.
"Don't even try," he warned, able to see in her darting eyes what flashed through her mind. "I'll run the crack of your ass clear up to your ears!"
She lunged for the whip instead, hoping to wrench it from his grasp by surprise, scrambling forward on hands and knees. Willie sidestepped and thrust a foot beneath her shoulder, flipping Sue on to her back as easily as turning a pancake on the griddle.
"I'm glad to see you still gotta little spunk," he said. He pointed at the cabin door. "Get in there. We're gonna fuck!"
Sue turned toward the long, metal-walled cabin of the houseboat, but she was slow to move. Willie's arm shot out in a graceful curve and the long whip followed with a sharp crack. Just the tip of it caught her left ass cheek, not hard enough to break the skin. It raised a burning, dime-sized welt and sent Sue skittering forward, stumbling on hands and knees.
"Yyyeeeaaaa!" she howled when the whip struck again, dotting the other cheek of her ass and launching her forward in a second wild scramble.
"Damn," Willie said, "with them round red welts, your ass cheeks look jus' like your big tits. I'm not gonna know which end to suck!"
Sue whirled around with the fire of hate flashing in her eyes. Her lips spread to scream something foul, but the whip streaked faster than her tongue, and the stinging lash snapped in the narrow cleft between her tender tits.
"YYYEEEEK!" Sue yelped, stumbling back against the cabin door.
"Know how I got so dang good with this whip?" he asked.
She only answered with a glare of disgust, cautiously fingering the long red welt in the middle of her chest.
"Used to use it to herd our ole sow pig . . . most contrary animal you ever saw. I had to near skin her alive to make her go down the road to a place where they had a boar for breeding."
"You should have fucked her yourself. You or one of your brothers, you're all pigs!"
Willie's eyes narrowed and the whip hissed again, this time striping, her cunt mound with a stinging red welt that reached into the dense thatch of blonde twat hair between her legs.
"UNNNNNGH!" Sue said with a grunt of horror.
The tip of the whip lashed her sensitive cut and sparked pain like nothing she had ever known.
"Anyway. . . " Willie went on in complete calm, "after that the ole sow got a good taste of the boar's big cock then I hadda whip her every day to keep her home!" His handsome face split with a roar of laughter. "That's how I figure it'll be with you, silver lady. Once you get a good feel of this cock of mine, you're gonna be whinin' and beggin' and reachin' for more!"
"Bastard!" Sue cowered against the door, watching through tear-streaked eyes while he worked his cock with one hand and the handle of the whip with the other. She snarled and glared in disgust... hating him because she knew he was right!