Chapter 6
"What's the matter, gal? Somebody jump you?"
Katherine was startled from her depressed reverie by the jovial female voice behind her. Looking up she saw in the back bar-mirror the reflection of the corpulent, pleasant face of a peroxide blonde in a tight sweater and hot pants outfit. Though in no sense pretty, the woman was neither quite homely. She was just a little too fat for her dress to be taken quite seriously. Not completely without sex appeal, what she did have was simply comical in its exaggeration.
"Well cheer up!" she boomed. "Haven't had anything like that happen to me in so long I've forgot what it feels like."
Shamelessly she tugged at her brassiere, which seemed to be cutting into her gargantuan mammaries, and settled onto the bar stool beside Katherine. She ordered a beer and drank from the bottle.
Katherine watched her furtively in the mirror and sipped her own drink. This was another one of those honky tonks that just a day or so ago she would never have imagined herself going into. There were the same songs on the jukebox she'd listened to and danced to yesterday, the same dismal, gadgety neon lighting, the same seamy atmosphere. But she'd felt a compulsion to come to a bar not so much for the alcohol, merely that she had to escape the house and didn't know where else to go. But she didn't want to see anyone she and Paul knew, and she certainly wouldn't have gone back to the other bar and taken a chance of seeing that truck driver, Bill, again. So this had to do.
"An' where is that sonuvabitch anyhow?"
Again the blonde's boisterous voice interrupted her train of thought. She looked up, impatient though the woman didn't seem to notice that.
"I beg your pardon?"
"My goddamn fiance!"
"Oh."
"I'm Mabel," she said. "I got engaged last night, to an acquaintance of mine of some time standing, an' we were gonna have a little celebration party today if the sonuvabitch hasn't sobered up which I doubt and forgot which I wouldn't doubt a' tall."
"I see."
"Maybe you'd like to join us if he does show. He's bringin' a couple of his buddies and I'd feel better if I had another girl along."
"No," Katherine said abruptly.
Unabashed, the blonde touched her softly on the arm. "Well you just wait 'til they get here to make up your mind, dear. A little fun never hurt anybody, especially when they're in a good mood like you look like you are." She winked, squeezing her arm. "Home movies. My fiance's bought a projector down at the pawn shop and one of his buddies has got some real good ones."
Katherine blushed at the thought. She was sure she wasn't mistaken in her assumption that Mabel was talking about dirty movies, and the very suggestion that she might want to watch something like that rankled her. But she couldn't help wondering just how dirty they really were.
"I doubt if well really ever get married though," the woman added, a note of sadness creeping into her voice. Then she smiled. "But it's nice to play the game especially when you've been at it as long as I have."
Katherine tried to smile. Something in the woman's manner then had struck a chord in herself. She felt sympathy, almost understanding. It was easy enough for her to imagine the kind of life Mabel must have had. She thought that after all she must have been through, Mabel would probably laugh at the things that had put Katherine in the dumps. But for Katherine, the problems were still real enough. In a span of little more than twenty-four hours she not only had seen her son and her husband having intercourse with the same woman, but she'd almost participated with them, spiritually or emotionally at least, and she'd fingerfucked herself. And for the first time in her life she'd committed adultery with a man she hardly knew and certainly had not been strongly attracted to. And she'd had oral intercourse, as they called it. And somehow, amid all this lewd degradation, she'd had an orgasm.
A twinge of nostalgia contrary to everything she wanted to feel now caused her stomach to flutter. For a moment she seemed to relive those moments of desperate longing. When she spoke it was in a voice that hardly seemed her own: "These movies? What do they do?"
"Why they do about anything you ever dreamed of," Mabel laughed, her voice resuming its own jovial tone.
Katherine bit her lip. She was thinking again about the eerie feelings that had surged through her as she was watching Paul and Lys in the patio and earlier Tom and Lys in his bedroom. It seemed she couldn't stop the next question that jumped to her lips.
"Do they show people ... having ... sex?"
"My lord, you are interested!"
"I'm just curious," Katherine said, blushing again. She took a hurried drink of her gin and tonic.
"Well they show that," Mabel said. "And they show a lot more than that. But I'm not going to tell you what it is. You'll just have to come along and see for yourself if you really want to know."
"Maybe," Katherine said, wondering how she could really mean it.
They drank silently for a few minutes. Mabel ordered her another drink and got a beer and a shot of whiskey for herself. Katherine was beginning to loosen up. The alcohol really did make her feel better. Though she knew what she'd done yesterday was still a terrible sin, now she was beginning to feel that at least she'd be able to live with it.
"There they are now," Mabel said suddenly.
Katherine looked up at the door and saw the first of the three men, carrying a package that obviously contained several reels of film. He was short and thin and had a whiskey drinker's red nose and bloodshot eyes. Behind him was a taller, gangly redneck type. The third one was Bill, the truck driver that had ravished her so wildly in that broken down motel room the day before.
"Well here's my favorite fiance now!" Mabel said, bouncing off the bar stool and lunging at the man with the reels, whom she almost crushed in her strong fat arms. Then she kissed the gangly one, shook hands with Bill, and turned back to Katherine. "My lover here, Jack. And this is Clyde, an' this big one's Bill. I didn't get your name, honey?"
"Katherine," Katherine whispered.
"Give us three beers," Jack told the bartender.
"An' this is Katherine," said Mabel, turning back to the men.
"We've met," Bill interrupted.
Katherine averted her eyes. She couldn't look at him. She felt dirty all over a dirt that was far more than skin deep. The whole world around her had taken on an eerie, nightmarish quality. It didn't seem real anymore.
"Katherine's comin' along to the party with us," Mabel announced.
She thought she could feel the men's eyes on her body. She thought that shamelessly each of them was undressing her in their minds. But she couldn't bring herself to look up and verify this probability.
"I've changed my mind," she said, still in a whisper. "I don't think I can go."
"Don't be silly," said Mabel, taking her arm and tugging her toward the door. "Drink up, boys. Jack, you gonna take care of our bill?"
"I sort of thought I'd be seeing you again," said Bill.
Rallying her courage, Katherine lifted her eyes. She looked at him with an anger that was only intensified by the mocking glint in his eye. She wet her mouth with her tongue before she spoke in a cracking voice: "I just want you to know that what happened yesterday was ... an exception to the way ... I live. I don't do that sort of thing. I won't do it again."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mabel staring at her with amazement. Both the other men were leering at her.
Bill grinned and shrugged. "Don't mind me, babe. I can take pussy or leave it. Ain't that right, Mabel?"
"Keep your goddamn dirty hands off her," growled Jack.
"Have I touched her?"
"I dunno, have you?"
They both laughed. Jack pulled out a crumpled wad of bills and paid the bartender. Incredibly it seemed, the three men had already finished their beers and Mabel was hustling them, along with Katherine, toward the door.
"I've got to go home," she said.
"Nonsense," Mabel said.
Katherine noticed almost dumbly as they went out the door that the skinny one, Clyde, had his hand up the crevice of Mabel's fat buttocks.
Katherine didn't know whether the sparsely furnished two-room apartment they went to belonged to Jack or Clyde, but it didn't seem to make any difference. Everyone but her acted immediately at home and set themselves to the tasks at hand: setting up the movie projector and hanging the screen which consisted only of an old bed sheet, mixing and distributing drinks, or in Mabel's case just finding a comfortable vantage point before the screen and drinking. Mabel settled onto the couch. Katherine was going to join her but Clyde sat down on her left side. Her right was obviously reserved for Jack as the projector had been situated there on the coffee table. Feeling insecure as a wallflower at a high school dance, Katherine slipped into a straight-backed chair that sat alone near the corner of the room. She hoped by setting herself apart she could discourage either of the two extra men from trying to pair off with her. She wanted nothing more to do with Bill; she'd come here just to see the movies, because she was curious.
Mabel tried to prompt her to take the one easy chair, situated near the end of the couch, but she refused. There was too much room in it and she was sure Bill would have joined her there. But she was grateful for the drink Jack brought her at Mabel's urging. Then Bill cut the lights off and took his own place in the easy chair and Jack started the first reel. Though the curtains didn't completely blot out the afternoon sun, they were effective enough that the picture was clear and sharply contrasted.
On screen was what appeared to be a motel bedroom. There was a young, pretty girl who looked like a hippie with hair almost as long as Lys's, dressed in only a pair of bikini pants, with bracelets weighting both her wrists like shackles and beads half hiding her small ripe breasts. At an apparent off-screen cue she began to dance, writhing slowly like a charmed cobra, her arms extended into the air above her head, her small shapely buttocks undulating suggestively. The camera dollied and panned, changing the angle and shooting past her to include the bed, where a boy who didn't look more than fifteen years old lounged in the nude, watching her hungrily, his long thin cock standing straight in the air amid his thin cluster of pubic hair.
Involuntarily Katherine gasped. Then to her surprise the screen went black and she heard Jack curse softly.
"What's the matter?" she croaked.
"Hey calm down," Mabel said.
"Wrong goddamned reel," muttered Jack. "I didn't bring you here to watch a bunch of cocksuckin' hippies!"
Katherine felt a surge of bitter disappointment. The sight of that young, so innocent looking boy had struck a raw nerve in her. Even as she'd thought of the disgusting aspects of the spectacle, of the fact that what would follow, certainly fucking and no-telling what else, would have been done not in private out of lust and passion but in front of a director and camera man and perhaps even other technicians solely for the purpose of exploiting the public, she'd found herself craving to participate as a voyeur in the act as she had two nights ago in an act that had stemmed from lust and passion and she presumed even a perverted love.
"Here's the goddamn thing," Jack said, fitting another reel on the projector. "This is that thing from Old Mexico I was tellin' you about, honey."
The screen lit up again to show what appeared to be a stage in a sleazy night club. A master of ceremonies, obviously a Mexican, came before the curtain and made a few remarks, though what he'd said couldn't be known as the film was silent. Then the ragged curtains behind him opened to reveal the stage, empty except for a large bed with an iron bedstead. The M.C. went to the eaves and returned leading a ravenous Mexican girl dressed in a tight black dress which accented the curves of her voluptuous body, complimented her raven-colored hair and flashing black eyes. He turned to the camera, made a few more inaudible remarks, and the girl bowed, a faint smile playing on her full lips. As the M.C. exited she began to undress, slipping the long dress slowly upwards to expose her well-defined calves and rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with her rich dark flesh. Then the dress snaked its way over her head and her beautifully rounded torso emerged. Her bra fell to the floor with but a flick of her finger behind her back and the full beauty of her firm, ripe breasts was revealed.
"Now watch this," said Jack. "This was shot live in a Tijuana night club. If you look close you can see some of the audience some times. This is really happening!"
"So what'll it be, a donkey or a dog?" Mabel asked.
Bill guffawed and Katherine shivered at the thought of such an absurd proposition.
The girl's breasts stood up high and proud in the stage light and her nipples, which were almost maroon against her rich brown flesh, stood out on the luscious spheres, peaked higher as she raised her arms high over her head, pulling the long black hair up, then releasing it to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.
She was naked now except for her high heels and long black hose, the garter belt and her flimsy, almost transparent panties through which was visible the dark shadow of the vee of her black pubic hair. She turned arid bent over slowly, her ripe velvety buttocks to the screen, and pulled the hose tantalizingly down off them, and sensuously down her smooth thighs and calves. She discarded them at her feet, then wriggled out of the panties and naked except for the garter belt, turned back to expose the intimate dark beauty between her silken thighs.
Katherine shifted her eyes momentarily from the screen and saw that Mabel was unbuttoning Jack's trousers, now removing his already hard cock, stroking it gently with her pudgy hands. Nervously she averted her eyes from this scene, back to the screen. She would have got up and gone now, but she felt a compulsion to see what was going to happen next, what kind of a man the girl's partner would be.
Now she lay back on the bed, writhing languidly as if beneath an imaginary lover who was already stroking her body to life. She caressed herself on the breasts, her fingers tweaking her soft nipples to even riper firmness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing for a moment the thin slit of her vagina nestled teasingly in the soft, darkly curling pubic hair between her thighs. Her buttocks twisted against the mattress. Sheer wanton desire shone in her eyes. Her hand moved from her breasts down her belly and slipped between her thighs, and sensuously she began to stroke the silken pubic hair until the pink bud of her clitoris emerged.
And strangely, in spite of her resolve not to, Katherine felt a disquietening longing flood her own body. She knew what desire was now, the desire that could push a woman to the delirium of fingering herself, or push her to commit acts she thought sordid and obscene. Though it was only an act, and though she knew the girl probably felt none of the emotions displayed in the tortured expression on her face on screen, Katherine suspended her disbelief. It seemed real to her. And she felt the resolve she'd made as she'd first come here weakening. She knew it was just a matter of time until she was going to have to try to say no to somebody, at least from the way Mabel was going after her fiance on the couch.
Now as the girl on screen frantically undulated between the manipulations of her hand on her clitoris and in her vagina, the M.C. walked back on stage and stood, apparently without her knowledge, at the head of the bed, watching her writhing body with a lewd smile. Her movements increased in speed, her hand stroking more rapidly, the strain in her face becoming more and more obvious. Then, just as it appeared she was about to cum, the M.C. leaned over from the back of the bedstead and seized both her arms, pulling them over her head and between the brass bars.
The girl's body contorted as though in agony and her mouth opened wide as she voiced a silent scream. For a moment she struggled, then unable to free her arms from the M.C. 's strong grasp, she let her body sink limply, her breasts heaving with her strained breathing. She watched with stupefied, teared eyes as the man took a small nylon cord from his pocket and carefully bound both her wrists together, crossed, and then with the remaining length of cord attached the bound wrists to one of the bars on the bedstead above her head. Then he turned back to the camera and the supposedly existent audience and made several more remarks, which from the look on his face he apparently took to be very humorous. He and the camera returned their attention to the bound, naked girl. For a moment she did nothing. It was as though the absurdity of her predicament had shocked her beyond credence and she only lay motionless, staring stupidly between her heaving breasts down the length of her yearning, tingling body. Then she began to tug at the cords that bound her. She contorted her body wildly, undulating and hunching her satiny hips, thrusting her loins into the air as if groping madly for an imaginary organ there to ease the agony of her craving. Her face formed what was unquestionably a scream for mercy, and on the edge of the screen the M.C. could be seen, laughing at and mocking her. She tugged harder at the ropes, until they must have cut into her wrists, arching her exposed, vulnerable breasts, drawing them even more taut. A I shudder passed the length of her surrendered body. Then she lifted one leg, cocking it at the knee, and trailed her foot up the tender flesh of the inner thigh of her other leg, straining, reaching ... It was hopeless. It wouldn't quite reach. Her vagina cried out to be touched and there was no way she could do it. Sobbing, she began to scoot her hips back and forth on the bed as though in the hope that little friction on her anus would somehow ease her unbearable hunger.
Katherine lifted her drink and guzzled the last half glass of the gin and tonic, mostly gin. Out of the corner of her mouth she saw Mabel bend down and take her fiance's penis in her mouth, licking gently over the big purple tip of it, gradually lowering her head farther and taking more of it into her widely ovaled mouth. She made an obscene gurgling sound as Jack drove his loins upward, squirming with obvious excitement on the couch. As Mabel bent farther over she presented her globular buttocks, clearly out-lined in the absurd tight hot pants. Clyde pushed his hand between the two mounds and began to prod her cunt from the outside of her pants. Bill's attention for the moment was still focused on the screen where the girl continued to writhe in the agony of her frustration.
Katherine got up and stumbled to the kitchen and poured herself almost a full glass of gin, added only a splash of the tonic, and returned to the living room. The effect of the film, though it seemed infinitely more lewd and obscene and sinful, was somewhat the same as the effect of her two voyeuristic episodes. She was so hot she could hardly stand it, yet it seemed that the longing engulfed more than just her body, seemed that her very being, her spirit, were hypnotized and mesmerized with the wanton contortions of the bound girl on screen. She felt that she must have always been at least symbolically in the same predicament: her body crying out to be touched, her hands hopelessly bound, satisfaction beyond her reach. "Now watch this!" Jack hissed. An anguished cry burst involuntarily from Katherine's throat.
On screen the camera angle had shifted suddenly to shoot past the girl's bound and waiting body onto the eaves of the opposite side of the stage. An old Mexican man in a straw hat and farmer's clothing had entered. Straining on a leash before him was the largest, most vicious-looking German shepherd Katherine had ever seen.
The girl froze. For an instant her splendid naked body was inert as if in deep slumber. Only her eyes reflected the consciousness of her mind. eyes now wild and wide with terror. Her tongue darted from her mouth to moisten her voluptuous lips, and down she gazed between her taut, arched breasts over the smooth contours of the satiny flesh of her defenseless body. In the background, the dog strained at its leash, baring his sharp snaggled teeth in a visually perceptible growl. The M.C. bent toward the girl's face and asked her something. Tears streaming from her eyes, she shook her head so frantically her long back hair was whipped wildly from side to side. Again she struggled futilely at her fetters. The M.C. said something else, a lewd smile adorning his frightening face. He placed one of his hands on her breasts, tweaking the nipples to even riper hardness, and trailed the hand lightly down her stomach, dawdling for an instant at her navel before brushing it through the hair at her pubis, over her tortured clitoris, and removing it. The woman sighed; she looked for a moment as if she would swoon, and her body writhed gently. Then the M.C. said something else and the fright returned to her eyes and again her vocal protests were obvious even if they could not be heard.
Katherine averted her eyes from the screen. She saw that Mabel was now rec-lined on the couch on her side, her face in Jack's lap, turned toward the screen so she could watch the movie even as she sucked him. Clyde was taking care of the lower half of her body. He pulled the hot pants down off her fat white buttocks and was feverishly fingering her pussy and tickling her tight brown little anus with his thumb. Embarrassed, Katherine averted her eyes a second time and found herself staring at Bill. He in turn was staring back at her, a look of lewd, challenging triumph in his eyes. He patted the arm of the easy chair beside him and motioned for her to come over. A soft, almost whimpering sob escaped her and she shook her head and looked back at the screen. She knew he'd seen the rampant desire in her eyes.
On screen the M.C. gestured at the old man with the dog, and as the girl continued to kick and struggle and scream in protest, he bent and unsnapped the leash. The dog bounded forward and leaped onto the bed between her thighs, which the beautiful Mexican girl had reflexively spread to prevent the animal's landing on them with all four nailed paws. Now she froze in terror, not daring to move as the dog growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless parted thighs.
Katherine wanted to jump up and run screaming from the room. But now her eyes were transfixed by the spectacle on the screen. The desire that consumed her body was no longer merely lewd or obscene; it was warped. The vision of the shackled girl at the mercy of the vicious dog sent shivers of revulsion tingling over her skin, yet she was fascinated. She got a sadistic joy out of the beautiful, but helpless young creature's plight, and a correlative masochistic joy out of her own twisted identity with it.
The dog lowered its head to the defenseless girl's body, sniffing the silken strands of pubic hair between her thighs. The girl's hips twitched in terror as its long tongue drooped from his mouth and lapped at her clitoris, then sank lower, sliding across the exposed slit of her already moistened cunt. For a moment longer she held her body tense with fear. Then she started to squirm away. But another growl from the terrible looking animal stilled that urge. She closed her eyes with resignation, ready to submit to her ordeal.
Then the dog began to lap greedily at the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, flicking it out to caress her legs, spreading it wetting the hair that -lined the fluted, pink edges of the slit. Gradually the girl's body began to respond, at first a gentle shifting that from the look in her eyes surprised her. But then the terror and revulsion faded, replaced again by the wanton hunger that she'd displayed as she'd frantically tried to relive her voracious desire before the beast appeared. Again she mouthed a cry, this time wantonly, deliriously. Again she seemed to be struggling at her bonds, but in fact it was apparent that she was using them for leverage as she began to squirm and writhe and undulate her satiny hips in response to the animal's tongue tantalizing her fragrant vagina. And at last she kicked her legs up over her head, presenting the dog with even greater access to her nakedly exposed young pussy, inviting him to lick it, to thrust his long pointed nose into her lubricated vulva, to satiate the desire that tormented her.
Suddenly Katherine was on her feet. Sobbing as she tore her eyes from the screen, she stumbled toward the door. As if it were distant, she heard the lewd wet slurping noise of Mabel sucking her fiance's cock. It sounded bizarre and surrealistic, like the bizarre, surrealistic nightmare she'd been watching on the screen, like the unnatural wanton craving that had seized her being and from which she thought she must flee this minute or give up and yield herself and her body irrefutably to its dark bondage.
Bill caught her at the door. She hadn't even been aware of his movement but he was standing in front of her, directly in her path, and she was walking on toward him as though he didn't exist and she thought she would be able to walk straight through him and out of that horrible nightmare. Then he caught her, holding her almost limp body to his, and turned her back to face the screen.
At the M.C.'s directions, the girl was rolling over onto her belly, pulling her knees up under her body to thrust her buttocks into the air, a position to which the application of that old phmse "dog fashion" was about to become a lurid double-entendre.
With another sob Katherine jerked her face from the screen again and buried it in the curve of the truck driver's neck, her body shaking, tears spilling from her eyes. Again as a distant sound she could hear the noises of the three on the couch, and though she was only half conscious of it she thought there must be a struggle going on. Then she turned her face upward hungrily, her lips meeting Bill's. In an instant she abandoned all hope of winning the feeble struggle against her desire. Giving in, she sucked his tongue into her mouth as eagerly as yesterday she sucked his cock. And for a timeless passage, she seemed to float unconsciously, away in an ecstatic void all her own. Then Jack's voice startled her back to reality: "Get your goddamn finger outta there you sonuvabitch!"
She looked back at the couch. Jack and Clyde sat turned to face each other. Mabel, still rec-lined, was out of her view.
"Now I mean it," said Jack. "You wanna play shares with somebody play shares with Bill."
"I didn't mean no harm," said Clyde, turning toward Katherine and rising to his feet.
She just glimpsed the gleam in his eye before her attention was recaptured by the picture on the screen. As she felt Bill begin to unbutton her dress down the back she didn't resist.
The girl was on all fours and the huge German shepherd mounted the spread mounds of her buttocks, resting the weight of his chest on her back, his legs dangling beside her arms almost to the bed. The glistening red penis, which now looked as large as a man's, and a well-hung man at that, slipped from its sheath, dripping fluid, and the tapered point slipped and danced into the hot wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and the thick long shaft in her body. Sobbing, the girl looked back. Again she made an effort to free herself from the bonds which, though they allowed her the liberty to turn over to assume the position the animal required, still held her a prisoner at its savage mercy.
Bill pulled the dress off Katherine's shoulders and she felt it slither gently to the floor. Again she averted her eyes from the screen and watched Clyde walk toward her, his own eyes devouring her curved, well-tanned body that was protected now only by her nylon brassiere, panties, and hose. She bit her Hp and feebly shook her head. She was going to tell them that she wasn't going to do the thing they must certainly be expecting now: that she make love to both of them, take turns, be a gang fuck like some girls she had heard about long ago in school. But the words didn't come to her lips.
Bill flicked his finger and her brassiere sprang loose in the back. He pulled the straps apart and her gorgeous, long and pointed breasts sprang free. The caress of the air caused her nipples to assume immediate rigidity. Standing behind her, he seized the elastic tops of her panties and jerked them down off her buttocks, ripping them loose and pulling them free of her garter belt, exposing her velvety buttocks for himself in the back, and for the other man, Clyde, in front, the lovely black curling triangle of pussy hair that crested her pubis and a vague glimpse of the top of her already slick and moist vaginal cunt.
Then Clyde was upon her, his hands pawing hungrily at her exposed breasts, and she was trying to wriggle away from him and could feel her buttocks brush Bill's crotch on the outside of his trousers, and felt Bill's arms come around her from behind to push Clyde's hands away from her naked breasts.
"You can help now," Bill said. "And you can have sloppy seconds if there's anything left of her after I'm finished. But I've got a little score to settle and you'll goddamn sure wait!"
"I didn't mean no harm," Clyde repeated, backing away.
He must have an I.Q. of about 26, Katherine found herself thinking, and the thought was so absurd as to be almost, but not quite, comical. Then she remembered dully her parting words to Bill yesterday afternoon. But she didn't resist as he pushed her toward the rug spread on the floor in the corner of the room and urged her down to her knees. Then he sat down beside her and shoved her to a reclining position on her back, jerking her thighs that were still covered by the sheer hose wide apart. Clyde followed timidly as a puppy dog.
"Take her arms," Bill commanded him, "and hold 'em down."
Katherine sobbed, shaking her head. She didn't quite even grasp the implication of that, but she felt some last strain of decency that compelled her to make at least a token refusal to everything they tried. For a moment Clyde also didn't seem to understand. Then he fell down beside her and seized her wrists, pulling her limp arms above her head to arch her breasts tantalizingly, like the girl in the film moments ago, and pin them hard to the floor.
"Now hold her good and don't let her loose till tell you," said Bill.
She screamed, kicking and struggling, tugging desperately to free her arms. But it was useless. He seemed as strong as he was stupid. She might as well have been chained.
Gripped with terror, Katherine squeezed her legs closed. Her body twisted wildly as she tried to squirm away from the big hairy form that was lowering itself toward her unprotected vaginal slit. It seemed then in an instant her whole body broke out in a sweat and the contours of her writhing flesh glistened in the darkness. Then she felt Bill's hands at her knees, pushing her thighs apart again. She closed her eyes and cried out once more in protest. Then the cry evolved, gradually, to a soft moan of ecstasy as she felt his mouth wetly touch the widespread lips of her naked pussy, as she felt the first electric charges of pleasure titillate her loins and go shooting outward through her body as his tongue invaded the moist slit of her cunt and began a limber, tantalizing probing and curling up inside.
For a moment she surrendered completely to the joy his tongue sent rippling into her loins. She lay still, sobbing softly, her pinioned arms limp. Then she spread her thighs wider, planting her feet flat and solidly on the floor out on either side of him. She arched her hips up to meet his face, undulating and hunching them hungrily upward as his tongue darted like the tongue of a carnivorous lizard in and out of the soft velvety inner folds. She felt his hands slide beneath her, seizing the flesh of her tender buttocks, guiding her movements to suit his own taste. She tugged at her arms and found a strange, engulfing security at the knowledge that she couldn't resist, that she was completely at their mercy and there was no way she could have refused the wanton pleasure Bill gave her by eating and licking at her pussy even if she had wanted to. She began to moan and whimper softly, urging him on, to thrust his tongue deeper, to suck harder on her tingling pleading clitoris.
"Oh yes," she whispered. "Yes, it feels so good."
"Goddamn, she'd really likin' it," she heard Clyde say.
She continued to moan and cry as if in a strange religious chant. It seemed nothing had ever felt so good as this, as the liquid and limber tongue slipping wetly in and out and around her vagina, the lips caressing her clitoris. Her legs splayed out and using her stationed arms for leverage she jackknifed her knees up high and pressed her knees back hard against her lewdly swaying breasts to open her cunt as wide as she could to him. He pulled the upturned crevice of her crotch even further apart with his hands, stretching it cruelly as if he wanted to gore out the forbidden depths of her open cuntal cavity with his tongue. Then he dropped from her vagina, brushing it lightly over her tight puckered anus, sending a more bizarre tingle of pleasure through her. Then his lips moved back up to her clitoris and began to suck her even more in earnest.
A strange masochistic wildness had taken hold of her body as she lay, spread-eagled and helpless before him as he ravished her clitoris and cunt with his lips and tongue. She ground her hips in wild abandon against the maddening limber probing. Suddenly, nothing mattered but the pleasure and the demand for more pleasure that filled her loins and rippled over every inch of her naked flesh. There was nothing else in the world and she writhed and twisted beneath his impalement, gasping and screaming as though gripped in religious delirium, seized by tongues.
"Oh god yes! Suck me! Suck me harder! I'm going to cum!"
Her body worked beneath his, her thighs spasmodically opening and closing on the sides of his head, her vaginal juices flowing out hotly over his lips and cheeks as the orgasm approached. Her belly began to rise and fall quickly and her head flailed wildly from side to side on the rug. She thrashed her pinioned body about crazily and he thrust his tongue deeper, Shoving her to the verge of it again where it had seemed she lingered so long yesterday, there where she could almost reach out and touch it, where it beckoned to her, demanded her to come to it, out of herself.
Then a terrible sob escaped her. He left her and she could hear him straightening up between her thighs. She jerked her arms and found them still pinioned above her, tears rushing down her cheeks as she opened her eyes.
He'd straightened up to a kneeling position between her still wide-spread, quivering thighs. She stared at him with disbelief, her body contorted by her sobs.
"What the hell's wrong?" said Clyde.
Bill laughed. "I think that's what she's wondering. But you just keep your mouth shut and hold her and you'll both find out soon enough."
He dropped a hand between her thighs and brushed it just softly over the hungrily quivering little slit of her vagina. A tremor went though her body. Then she hissed as he took it away.
"I got a little idea watching that movie," he explained. "Now tell me, honey, what do you want."
"My god," she cried with disbelief. "I want to cum again!"
"Again?"
"Like yesterday," she sobbed. "Please!"
"Now we're getting somewhere. Who were you thinking about yesterday when I was fucking you?"
"What?"
He loosened one of her nylons from the garter belt and peeled it tediously off the rich silken flesh of her thigh. Again she shivered with longing.
"Who were you thinking about? You said it wasn't me. Who was it?"
She shook her head feebly. "No. Don't talk about that. Just fuck me and make me cum!"
"Who was it?" he said, laughing, again lightly brushing her torturously trembling vagina with his hand and causing the terrible desire and frustration that gripped her to flourish as if in an ovation that mocked her body and spirit.
"Nobody," she whimpered weakly.
"NOW GODDAMN IT I WANNA KNOW!"
"My husband."
"You're lying."
"All right," she cried. "It was nothing. Just get on top of me and fuck me! Please fuck me! Please!"
"All of us?" Bill laughed. "Clyde and Jack too?"
"Yes. I don't care who, just fuck me."
He began to tenderly stroke her clitoris again. "Then answer my question and we will. Who was it?"
"My son," she gasped, her body sagging.
"I'll be goddamned, I should have guessed."
He started unbuttoning his trousers and above her head, out of her sight, she could hear Clyde rustling with his belt. Out of the corner of her eye she caught another glimpse of the screen.
The show had apparently ended. The M.C. had just finished untying the girl and now she dropped to her feet before the bed, smiling unashamedly in her lovely nakedness, bowed toward the camera, then leaned to pet the dog, which was wagging its tail like a playful pup.