Chapter 3
"Traveling light?" the red-headed girl asked, easing her trim butt onto the stool next to Tern's. A blast of almost frigid air from the cooler made the diner practically uninhabitable, especially to one dressed as lightly as Terri. But the newcomer was no more heavily clad and seemed untroubled by the chill. Nervously, the buxom, blonde-haired Terri glanced around. A few truckers sat at the counter or in booths in the dingy little cafe. No one was paying any attention to them. "What do you want?" she asked.
The redhead seemed taken aback. "What do I want?" she said. "Well, I just wanted someone to talk to, but if you're going to be toucy-" She stood up as if to leave.
"Wait." Tern touched the girl's arm. She turned back and then sat down on the stool once again.
"I-I'm sorry," Terri said. "I didn't mean to be rude. My name is Terri. Tern Ma-Malone." She finished lamely. She had almost give her real name. And that wouldn't do at all. She was certain that she had killed her father. The police were probably looking for her at this very moment.
It wouldn't do, then, to give her real name to a complete stranger who just happened to sit next to her at the lunch counter.
To Terri's extreme discomfort, the slender girl with the curly red hair seemed to know she was lying. She smiled and said, "I'm Beth Martin. Pleased to meet you." Suddenly she grinned all over her face, her freckled nose wrinkling. "That's not my real name either," she confessed, "But it'll have to do, won't it?"
Terri stared at her for a long moment. Then she burst out laughing. She knew all at once she was going to like Beth Martin very much.
Tern's hamburger and fries arrived. Beth ordered the same thing. The two girls made small talk as they ate the greasy food, then got up and walked out into the full blast of the noonday sunlight.
In contrast to the cold, humid air of the cafe, outdoors it was furnace-hot and dry. In seconds the two were coated with sweat. "Where you headed to?" Beth asked.
Terri looked at her. She realized for the first time that she had no idea where she was going. After leaving her house the day before she had run as far and fast as she could. She had slept uncomfortably in a half-constructed supermarket, then risen with the dawn and hitched out of town She was headed south, and that was really all she knew.
"It may sound silly," she confessed, "but I really don't know."
She expected her new friend to laugh. Instead she nodded, looking serious. "I know how you feel," she said. "It was the same way with me when I first hit the road. I just wanted to get away from home, as far and fast as I possibly could."
"Y-you're a runaway?"
"Of course," Beth said with a look of surprise. "Aren't you."
Terri nodded. They were walking south, now, alongside the desert highway as the trucks and cars hissed past a few feet away. And all at once Tern found herself pouring out her story to the sympathetic redhead. For some reason she felt compelled to trust this girl.
Perhaps it was just survival. Terri had to tell someone of her dreadful experiences of the past few days. She had to trust someone, and Beth was the most likely candidate.
"So you clopped the old bastard over the head with a poker," Beth commented when Terri had finished. The blonde started to protest the reference to her father as a bastard. Then she remembered what he had done and the dreadful thing he had tried to do and her protest died away sheepishly. "Hell, don't worry," Beth said. "I should have done the same thing myself, when I ran out."
Tern looked at her. "You mean, your father raped you too?" Suddenly, it was too much for her. The tears she had been holding back came in a rush. The blonde girl gave a sob and turned, collapsing into the arms of the smaller girl beside her.
Beth went down to her knees, cradling Tern's. golden head against her small, hard tits. "There, there, it's okay," she murmured. "Everything'll be fine. Just let it all out."
Finally, Terri's crying jag subsided. Beth got her back on her feet and walking again, and told her own story of how she had come to be on the road.
Beth's mother was an alcoholic. She had divorced Beth's father some years ago. Somehow, she had gotten custody of the only child the marriage had produced.
Since then, Beth's life had been hell. Her mother beat her in drunken rages, then became miserable and contrite when she sobered up. Beth had to do the best she could with the household chores and the shopping. Her mother worked irregularly at various odd jobs, bringing in enough money to support them.
Beth had wondered from time to time just what kind of jobs her mother did. Then, one awful afternoon, she found out.
Her mother was in jail, which was so common these days Beth no longer found it very disturbing. She had been picked up on a drunk and disorderly, and she had kicked the arresting officer smartly in the shin. So she was in for assaulting an officer as well. That was fine with Beth. For all she cared by this point, her mother could rot in jail.
One afternoon Beth came into the living room from the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. There was a man in the living room. He was sitting, smoking a cigarette and dropping ashes on the filthy carpet. He was obviously drunk.
"Well, there you are," the man said. He was tall and skinny, with greasy black hair plastered down on his forehead.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Beth demanded, her initial shock turning to outraged anger. "Get out before I call the police."
The man stood up from the couch. "No police," he mumbled. "Ain't gonna call the police. Gonna fuck!"
With that he'd grabbed her. His hands were fish-white and skinny, but they were incredibly strong. He stripped the clothes from Beth's writhing young body and tied her arms behind her with her bra. Then he dumped her on the couch and stood leering down at her.
"Who are you?" Beth asked through a wall of tears that blurred her vision. "What do you want?"
"I'm a pimp," the man slurred. "And I'm up shit creek. One of my girls ran off with a typewriter repairman from the Bronx, three are clapped up, and my very best hooker is in jail." He leaned over and peered at the bound, naked girl, a malicious expression coming into his bloodshot eyes.
"Your mother," he mumbled. Whiskey fumes enveloped Beth. "Your mother's the best goddam whore in town. Gives head like a goddamn vacuum cleaner. And she's in the can. I'm broke, I owe money to the mob, and I haven't got my rocks off in a week."
"H-how'd you get in?"
"Have a key," he mumbled, fumbling in a pocket. He brought out a keychain and showed her the duplicate house key it held. "Your mom gave it to me." He unzipped his trousers and pulled down his pants.
When his semi-rigid cock leapt out of his polka-dotted boxer shorts, Beth could not restrain a gasp of amazement-and some admiration. It was ten inches long!
The intruder's cock was skinny as a piece of rope, but its length was truly remarkable. It stiffened lustfully before the girl's very eyes. "That's it," the tall pimp said, leaning over. "Get a good look at my old cock, before I stick it in your mouth!"
The cock stabbed at Beth's face. She screamed and turned her head, batting it away with her open hand.
The pimp screeched like a scalded cat. With a howl of rage he slapped the girl so hard that her eyes watered and her head swam and the tears started pouring out again. As she lay half stunned on the couch, he stepped out of his pants and unthreaded his black leather belt from its loops.
"Goddamn you," he snarled, taking the heavy belt buckle in his hand and wrapping the leather strip around it. "Slap my pecker will you? I'll teach you to do that-and then you're gonna suck my prick till I cream your tonsils, baby!"
With that he swung the belt overhand. Beth shrieked as it smacked across her naked tits. When it was withdrawn, it seemed that a strip of fire lay across the tender skin of her boobs. Her nipples stung with fierce bright pain.
Again and again her mother's pimp slashed at her vulnerable naked body with his belt. He whipped her small conical jugs till they were puffy and inflamed and seemed to cry out in agony. Then he began to flog at her flat belly, the tops of her white thighs, the forested mound of her pussy. Then he shoved her knees apart, got a shortened grip on his strap, and began lashing at the red-bearded lips of Beth's pussy.
Beth went mad with agony. The pain was excruciating. It made the torture of having her sensitive, budding boobs lashed by the belt. It felt like the stings of a million scorpions, zapping her right on the cuntlips.
She screamed and thrashed like a crazy person. The elastic of the bra cut into her pinioned wrists, but that was the least of her pain. Her cries seemed to make the pimp whip her all the more furiously. He grunted and groaned and sweat flew from his brow as his arm rose and fell.
At last, the black-haired man seemed exhausted. He dropped to his knees beside the couch. The belt fell from his hands. Beth lay sobbing. Her body was aflame with a thousand throbbing welts.
Then she felt the man's weight come onto the couch. She opened her eyes to see the head of the man's stiff prick inches from her face. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her forward.
"Open your mouth, slut!" he commanded. "Wrap your lips around my big, hard, beautiful cock!"
It was big and hard, but it certainly didn't look beautiful. It looked slimy and repulsive. Beth was no virgin, nor was she a stranger to sucking cock; but her mother's drunken, sadistic pimp and his long thin prick made her ill.
The tip of the pale prick stabbed against her lips. The man shook Beth violently by the hair. "Suck cock!" he repeated.
It was hopeless to resist. If Beth refused the man's demands, heaven alone knew what he might do. She parted her lips and teeth.
Instantly he shoved his cock into her mouth and began fucking it in and out. Beth's tongue recoiled from the swollen head as it came in. The cone-shaped tip of the man's prick went in to the back of her mouth, then withdrew. Then he fucked it right back into the redhead's hot young mouth.
The girl's nostrils were filled with the rank odor of the man's unwashed crotch. His cock had a pungent, meaty taste that made Beth want to retch. But she had no choice!
The man buried his prick to the halfway mark between his victim's cheeks. "You call that cocksucking, bitch?" he roared. He landed a stinging slap on her cheek. It rocked her head to the side. He moaned at the delicious feeling that gave his prick. "Use your tongue, damn you!"
Reluctantly, Beth's tongue uncoiled. It slid along the underside of the pulsing prick. The man's lengthy, pale prick tasted of old sweat. She closed her lips tightly on the cock and began to swirl her tongue around and around.
The effect it had on her rapist was electric. He cried out and started to face-fuck her with renewed vigor. Beth was still weak from her whipping, her shoulders ached from her arms being tied behind her, and her every sense revolted at having this terrible man jab his dirty, nasty cock into her mouth like a rutting dog.
Then the girl's blue eyes went wide. The tremendously long prick was beginning to probe deeper with every stroke! Frantically, Beth shook her head. She couldn't possibly take all that cock meat into her mouth! Already it was stabbing down her throat. She felt the beginnings of the gag reflex lurching in her throat.
The spit-glossed shaft of the pimp's cock .continued to piston in and out of Beth's mouth. The wagging of her head sent indescribably erotic sensations shooting up his spine. God, the little bitch was good! He just had to have more!
Deeper and deeper drove the skinny cock. Beth's head swam. The prick tasted foul. And it was threatening to poke all the way down into her stomach.
With a violent spasm of effort, the pimp drove his cock to the very hilt in Beth's mouth.
It was too much for the girl. She gagged. The muscles of her throat closed around the well-swallowed length of cock, trying frantically to reject it. - Instead, they milked the prick of a fantastic blast of jism. The head of the man's cock was past the girl's tonsils, and his jizz seemed to shoot all the way into her stomach.
Beth struggled furiously. Her movements drove her assailant into a delirium of ecstasy. The more he came, the more she fought. And the more the girl fought, the more her mother's pimp pumped load after load of boiling sperm down her throat!
It filled Beth's throat. It filled her nostrils and streamed out her nose. The seething jism sprayed out around the man's cock as he fucked in and out of Beth's mouth. It ran down her chin.
All the girl could see was the man's tangled bush. His crotch hair tickled her nose. Her neck ached horribly from having her head held up to receive the man's plunging prick.
At last the rapist spent the last vestiges of his come down his victim's gullet. His prick turned immediately into a spit-slimed, limp serpent. It slid out between Beth's lips and drooped clear onto her heaving tits, dribbling thin and milky come.
"Well, that wasn't too bad," he told her, climbing off the couch. "You got possibilities." He pulled on his pants and left her like that, lying on her back with his come still running down her face.
After a half-hour of continuous struggling, Beth managed to free her tightly-bound wrists. Then she reeled up the stairs to the bathroom and threw up.
"That was when you ran away, huh?" Terri asked.
"Huh? Oh, no!" Beth laughed bitterly. "I ran away a few hours later. About six that night the son of a bitch that raped and beat me came back, and he had my mother with him-his best whore, you'll remember. He had spent his last pennies bailing her out of jail. But she had to pay for the favor."
"What?"
Beth made a face. "Me," she said. Terri thought she caught the glint of a teardrop in the corner of one blue eye. "He got her out of stir on the condition that she give me to him, to peddle to his customers with a taste for young pussy. Hell, Mom jumped at the chance. She'd wanted to unload me for years, anyway."
Terri shook her head, sickened. It was unbelievable what people could do to each other. Her own father, loved and trusted all these years-spying on her, lusting after her, raping her up the unwilling asshole, then wanting to take her cherry with some kind of terrible contraption that would have made mincemeat out of her pussy. Beth's mother, selling her into sexual slavery to her brutal and degraded pimp, for a few dollars' bail money!
It was tragic.
A blue van coasted by them on the highway. "Hey, didn't that go by a few minutes ago?" Beth asked. "Hey look, it's slowing up!"
Sure enough, the vehicle was coming to a halt a hundred yards down the road. A young man was leaning out, waving to the two girls.
The pair exchanged glances. They had walked about two miles from the diner in the blazing sun. They felt as if they had wilted. "Well, shit," Beth said. "Anything's better than walking in this heat. Let's go!"
They trotted up beside the van. A smiling young man with long hair got out the passenger door. "Hi, girls," he said. "Need a lift?"
He ran his eyes interestedly over the two girls. Tern was disturbed by the way he looked at her. "Sure do," Beth smiled. Terri shrugged and grinned, a little wanly.
"Get right in," the blond youth said. He held the passenger door and helped Beth climb into the front seat. His hand lingered on her arm for just a second too long, it seemed to Tern.
She started forward. The smiling young man stopped her with an upraised hand. "No room," he said. "We'll have to ride in back."
Terri felt a surge of apprehension. Cut it out, she told herself. She was just getting paranoid, that was all. After what had happened to her, after the story her pretty new friend Beth had told her, it was natural that Terri should not be too trustful of strangers.
The boy held the door on the side of the van open courteously. Shaking off her suspicion, Tern smiled at him and accepted his assistance clambering into the back of the vehicle.
Suddenly she fell forward, propelled by a hearty shove. She went down full on her face. The door slammed behind her upturned ass. "Let's boogie, Bubba!" the blond kid called to the driver. "Somebody might come along and ask questions if we hang around!" The engine gunned and the van leaped back onto the highway.