Chapter 3

Nils Rundy was not only startled by Lil's obscenities, but also slightly affronted. He had not expected her to talk like a whore! He shrugged and went on with it. Little bitch was actually liking it up the ass! Well, that was all right, although it did detract a little from the sport. At least he wouldn't have to worry about her telling on him. He would be able to do it to her a lot after this, instead of killing her and hiding her body, as he had planned. During the course of his travels about the country, he had raped and killed several young girls, and he'd gotten to the point where he really enjoyed it. He'd especially liked going back to where he'd hidden their bodies and screwing them again when they were cold and stiff. He got a macabre thrill out of necrophilia. But he could see where it would be better to keep Lil alive and screw her every night until he grew tired of her. He could always kill her later ... just for the fun of it.

Not knowing that her impulsive words of passion had saved her from getting her neck broken by Nils Rundy's big hands, Lil let the driving force of his prick send her into a rapturous world of sex-blazing fantasy, twisting and writhing under him like a tortured snake in its death throes as she sought the peak of pleasure, passed it and went on, willing him to come, anxious to feel him squirting into her. It was a long time before he did, and she was able to achieve a second orgasm to match his gism exploding in her swollen, and now tender, asshole.

He struggled to get up when he had finished with her, but she held him. "Let's go in your trailer for awhile," she whispered. "I want to suck your cock."

She gathered up her torn garments and went with him into the dark, foul-smelling interior of the small trailer. She made him take off his clothes and lie beside her on his bed while she took his limp cock, still wet from her body, and put it in her mouth. As she sucked it, she played with his balls and fingered his asshole. When his prick began to harden, she raised her head. "How about doing this to me, too?" she asked him. "I like having my cunt sucked."

She heard his gasp of surprise and shock. "Shit no, I ain't gonna do no dirty thing like that! What the hell you think I am? Why, that ain't nice! I don't know what's come over you kids, nowadays. You ain't got no morals at all."

Lil giggled. "Maybe we don't have morals ... but we sure know how to have fun."

It was two o'clock in the morning before Lil left the old man and went up to her own room. Still not sleepy, she lay naked on her bed and looked again at the pictures she had gotten from Armond Fletcher. The one she liked best was the one that depicted Mrs. Prine sucking John Nordstrom's prick, while Delia leaned over the back of the couch, watching and being reamed from behind. She was, she saw, going to have to completely re-evaluate her parents. It seemed that they were much more interesting people than she had supposed. Not that she liked them any better, but she certainly now had more respect for them. She would never have believed that grown-ups had enough sense to have so much fun. Groovy! Still studying the pictures, she masturbated herself to sleep.

Lil took no immediate steps to capitalize on the fact that she possessed the damning photos. The plan to use them was still maturing in her rapacious and evil, little brain. In the meanwhile, she had other things to occupy her time. She was having what she considered just loads of fun with Armond Fletcher and with Nils Rundy.

On this particular night, she had told her mother than she was going to the skating rink with some other girls. Instead, she was sitting with Armond in his living room. Her blouse was unbuttoned, exposing her large, eager breasts, and her skirt was tucked up around her waist, her panties on the floor at her feet. They were on the couch, kissing and petting, working themselves up to a point of sexual excitement that would justify a trip to the bedroom. His trousers were open, his cock in her hand.

"I think you're getting tired of me," she accused him, pouting and giving his half-soft prick a disdainful shake.

"Not really," he replied, "although we have done it every night for a month now. Let's just say I'm a bit jaded. You're a beautiful girl, Lil, but the trouble is that you're almost grown up. I do wish you were younger."

"Jesus Christ!" Lil exclaimed angrily. "So I'm an old bag at fourteen, am I?"

"Hardly." Armond laughed politely. "On the other hand, I thought I might get you to do me a favor."

Lil eyed him suspiciously. "Like what?"

"Well, I'm sure you know lots of young kids here in town. If you shop around a bit, there's almost always some cute, little nine or tenyear-old who's tired of playing with herself all the time, and bored with fucking herself with her finger, frankfurters, screw driver handles, or anything else she can find to stick in her little pussy. A child like that might be ready to have her first affair with a man. It would be safer and easier for you to locate one like that for me than for me to try to do it myself. After all, the old candy-and-a-ride-in-the-car trick doesn't even work on the dumbest ones, nowadays. How about it?"

Lil tensed as the idea hit her. He'd done it! Bless his rotten, lecherous heart, he'd crystalized for her the vague plan that had been half-formed in the back of her mind for a month. Now she knew how she was going to utilize the pictures she'd obtained from him, and it no longer mattered that he'd grown tired of her.

"What's in it for me?" she demanded, but only half-listening for his answer. She was busy with plots and plans of her own.

Armond sighed. "With you, there's always that, isn't there? I suppose you want money. How much?"

Lil regarded him shrewdly. He was known as a cheap son of a bitch who hardly ever spent money. He must be loaded. "If I get you what you want, you pay me a hundred dollars for the first time and twenty for every time you bang her after that. Now don't blow a gasket, lover. Any kid I get for you will be ready and she'll be safe for you to fool with. I'll see to that. And don't tell me you don't need me either. If you could go out and get one for yourself, you wouldn't be screwing an old, teenaged bitch like me, who already has hair around her cunt."

"This is outrageous!" Armond fumed indignantly. "It's highway robbery. On the other hand, although I still think it's a lousy way to take advantage of a friend, I don't want to waste this whole summer. God knows when I'll be able to send my wife off for several months again like this. Tell you what, Lil, there is one way in which we might make a deal. There is another man in town who is crazy about young girls. I owe him a favor and I'm anxious to be out of his debt. If you'll let him fuck you, I'll pay your exorbitant price for this girl you have in mind. Well?"

Lil shrugged. "I don't know. Who is he?"

"Hootch Donovan, our stalwart chief of police. Why, he'd be like a pig in a slop bucket over a dish like you."

It took Lil less than a second to make up her mind. Things were getting better and better, she thought, elated. Having both the chief of police and the high school principal in her pocket was really getting off to a groovy start. But there was something else she wanted to know, too. "How many others are there around like you and Hootch?" she asked him. "I mean old guys who dig screwing little kids?"

Armond snorted. "Plenty. I could name you a dozen. I happen to know of at least ten girls in school, who have been getting screwed by step-fathers, uncles or older men around town. They sometimes talk about it to the other girls in school and the word gets to me eventually."

Lil nodded. It was just what she had hoped he would tell her. "Okay," she said. "Why don't you call Hootch and have him come over here tonight?" She took her hand away from his limp cock. "It's obvious that you sure as hell aren't going t do me any good."

"Sorry about that," Armond said, getting up and going to the phone, "but I'll want to take care of you after Hootch finishes with you. Watching him fuck you will really turn me on."

Lil went into the bedroom to comb her hair, but she could still hear Armond talking on the phone. "Come on over," he was saying. "I've got something special for you. Remember what we were talking about the other day?"

"The son of a bitch!" Lil mused, grinning with admiration for Armond. "Why, he's had this planned all along."

Until his middle years had turned most of his brawn to fat, Hootch Donovan had been a big man. But he was still impressive. His eyes gave away no more secrets than did his grimlipped mouth, and those eyes were capable of turning to green ice when he was angry. He had held his job for many years, mainly by the virtue of looking like a policeman. People took it for granted that no one could look like that and not be efficient, as well as the soul of honesty and honor. The facts were that he was as crooked as any criminal he had ever arrested. To him, honor was a commodity, one that was for sale to the highest bidder. When he came into Armond Fletcher's house, his green eyes lit with lustful appreciation at the sight of Lilith Nordstrom.

"So this is what you got for me, the Nordstrom kid, huh?" he said to Armond as he appraised Lil's trim figure and big breasts. "Okay, if you've got me fixed up with her, we've got a deal, pal." He walked over to Lil and felt of one of her breasts, just as a stock buyer might have felt the udder of a dairy cow. "Not a bad set of cans," he conceded. "Take your clothes off."

"Take yours off, too," Lil shot back at him as she reached for the top button on her blouse. "I don't want to buy a pig in a poke anymore than you do."

"You got a smart mouth for a kid," Hootch said gruffly, but he shrugged out of his suit coat and began pulling his shirt-tails out of his trousers.

Lil made a production of disrobing. She had never seen a strip artist at work, but her instinctive knowledge of how to tease a man made up for any lack of experience. She opened her blouse, but left it on so that he was given only tantalizing glimpses of her breasts as she slowly unsnapped her skirt and lowered it over her thighs. While she undressed in as deliberately a provocative manner as she knew how, she watched him peel to the skin. He was fat and covered with course, red hair, but she didn't find him repulsive. He looked cruel and brutal, and she anticipated an exciting time with him. His prick interested her most of all. It was not round and smooth on the end, like Armond's or Rundy's, but was squared off like a severed piece of garden hose. He was the first uncircumcised man she had ever seen. Even as she rolled her panties down over her rounded hips, she saw that his cock was stiffening and lengthening. She stepped close to him and took it in her hand. She pushed the foreskin back and was surprised to see a red, raw, pointed thing jum out at her. It reminded her of a dog's prick, and she suppressed a giggle.

"What'll she do?" Hootch asked Armond.

Armond shrugged. "Anything. She particularly likes to suck cocks, though, don't you, Lil?"

"I particularly like sex," Lil responded, laughing. "You want to play sixty-nine, chiefy?"

"Naw," Donovan grunted. "Not now. And don't call me 'chiefy,' damn it. Bend over the arm of the couch and stick your ass up here."

Not understanding what he wanted, she didn't move fast enough to suit him, so he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, spun her around and shoved her so that she fell on her belly across the arm of the couch. He was behind her and between her legs with remarkable speed for a man of his bulk, and Lil felt the pointed head of his prick probing at her anus.

"Hey!" she yelled. "You're getting it in the wrong hole!"

"Shaddup," he growled as he drove his heavy hips at her.

If Lil had thought her first experience with Armond and Randy had been painful, she now knew that they had been nothing, compared to the agony she endured as a result of Donovan's assault. Although her asshole wasn't virgin, it hurt more that the first time with Nils Rundy. She tried to scream, but Armond had gotten into the act, assisting Donovan. He forced her face down into the covering of the couch so that the sound was muffled to a slobbering whimper. He continued to hold her that way, kneeling on her wrists and nearly suffocating her, while Donovan raped her in the anus, plunging his enormous porker into her with savage, brutal indifference.

It went on and on and there was no relief from it, nor did the pain arouse sex feelings in her. It seemed hours to her before her attacker grunted and groaned to a climax that made her asshole slippery and sloppy with his semen. He drew it out of her at last. Breathing heavily from the exertion, he sat down in one of the upholstered chairs. Armond released her and Lil slumped to the floor, sobbing and crying from the humiliation and the hurt they had given her.

"She ain't bad," Donovan admitted, still panting, "but I had a young boy in one of the cells last week ... picked him up on a marijuana charge ... and he had just as good an ass." He reached out with a bare foot to roughly nudge Lil's shoulder. "Come on," he said, "quit blubbering. You can suck my cock now until it gets hard. We'll see how good a cocksucker you are."

Lil sat up to look at him, her face wet with tears and her eyes stormy with hate. "Suck it yourself, you bastard," she told him. "It's got shit on it."

Donovan's green eyes flashed dangerously for a second and then he laughed, his fat belly shaking. "So it has. But what the hell? It's your own shit, ain't it? Tell you what, I'll let you lick it all nice and clean before you suck it. How's that?" He laughed even harder.

For a moment, Lil seriously considered going to the kitchen for a sharp knife and stabbing him to death. Then she thought better of it. Hootch Donovan was going to be necessary to her plans. She crawled toward him and took the brown flecked organ in her mouth.

"That's better," Donovan growled. "Maybe you and me will get along after all. You can suck me off now. I ain't in the mood to fuck you again."

"Mind if I suck her cunt while she's doing that?" Armond asked. Donovan raised a fat, freckled hand in agreement so Armond stretched out on his back with his head between the kneeling girl's thighs. With the expert tongue laving her clitoris, Lil, in spite of herself, was not able to maintain her hatred for the policeman. She began to forget the pain in her rectum and to enjoy herself. She came twice and found herself actually eager for Donovan's orgasm. When he finally spurted into her mouth, she swallowed rapidly, her hands petting his hairy thighs and his fat belly as the hot stuff gushed down her throat.

"You ain't the worst cocksucker I ever had," Donovan told her, magnanimously. "I've got a house out on King Street where I throw parties once in awhile, and where I take girls and boys when I'm in the mood. I'll get word to you whenever I want you to come there."

His attitude infuriated her, but she was even angrier with herself. She knew she'd go when he called her, and that she'd wait impatiently for the summons. He was part of her scheme for becoming a power in the town, but more than that, his coarse, gross brutality fascinated her.

After Donovan had dressed and left the house, Lil turned to Armond. She asked him if he was ready now. He was.

"No, no," she said when he tried to enter her. "Do it to my asshole like he did."

"I thought you didn't like that."

"Oh, shut up and do it. Here, I'll bend over the end of the couch like I did for him."

Returning to her home, Lil idly considered the possibility that she might be a nymphomaniac. She had read about women who were driven to sex by an overpowering compulsion and were incapable of ever achieving complete satisfaction. It seemed to her that she fit snugly into this category. Right now, for instance, after a night of being thoroughly used and abused by two lusty men, she fully intended to spend an hour or so with Nils Rundy before going to bed. She hurried around the side of the house. There was a dim light in the trailer. Good. He was still up. Probably waiting for her.

The door was unlocked and she pushed it open, entering the familiar interior of his soursmelling kitchen. The light emanated from his bedroom, as she could see through the doorless opening. She stopped, surprised to see that he was not alone. A nude woman crouched on the bed and Nils knelt behind her. His hands were on the white, rounded hips and he was fucking her dog fashion. The woman was moaning softly, and apparently with great pleasure.

Well, I'll be damned! Lil thought. This old bastard really makes out. And that's a choice piece he's got there. Not young, but with a hell of a gorgeous shape.

At that moment, Nils began to come, grunting and cursing in his rapture, the sucking sound of his cock, as it worked in and out of the woman's generous cunt, changing to a slushing, jism-lubricated noise.

The woman came too, humping her ass higher in the air to miss none of the massive prick that was churning in her, her body shaking as though she was sobbing pitifully. But the unintelligible mouthings that came from her were the music of ecstasy.

The act completed, Nils flopped on the bed beside her and the woman turned over, her features still contorted with passion.

"Let me suck it now, darling," she pleaded huskily. "I want to suck it now while it's still all smeary with come."

Lil recognized the face and the voice.

Mother!