Chapter 5
Ma was standing in the doorway waiting as he steered the car through the rutted driveway and pulled up in front of the house. She was stark naked, but that didn't bother him anymore than it seemed to bother her. He wondered disinterestedly whether she had been looking after Don again.
"Did you deliver the note?" Her greeting was delivered in such a tone that in a flash he regretted not having been successful. He realized that he would never be able to talk her into the idea of giving up the ransom.
"I couldn't, Ma. There was some guy walking around the front of the yard like he was lookin' for somethin'."
The old woman said nothing for a moment, but it was obvious that she was not very happy. She stepped aside at the last moment when it appeared that George would walk right over her if she didn't move.
"Well," she scolded as he walked into the kitchen, "what are we goin' to do now?"
"I don't know what you're going to do," he looked at the nude form of the sleeping girl, "but I got me some real nice plans." He wished she had been wearing the bra and panties, he wanted her that way. He looked at the full, pink tipped breasts rising and falling with her regular breathing and felt less regret about the lack of lingerie.
"Ain't she been awake yet?" He asked no one in particular.
"Oh she's been awake all right," Grace giggled in reply, "ain't she Ma?"
"Yeah," the old woman smiled a reply, "she's been awake real good like." She drew her hand over her mouth.
George felt anger rise within him almost as strong as his sexual desire which had been building all through the drive back. "Oh sure," he snapped, "you two have all the fun and I do all the work around here. I suppose," he added bitterly, "your little pet, Don, got his too."
The laughter of the two women took him by surprise. Grace had difficulty talking as the laughter wouldn't stay back, but she did manage it eventually.
"Well now George, it was like this. We had the little chick here all ready for poor Donny boy, she was waving wide open for him. He was standing there wearing her little panties and getting all built up for her, but just before he got there, he got built up too high for his own good."
For a moment, George stood uncomprehending. When the humor of the situation struck him, he broke down and joined in the general laughter. The noise disturbed the sleeping woman. She woke and sat up slowly.
"Now come on, George boy, we got some talkin' to do," the old woman commanded.
"Just sit tight, Ma. We'll talk all right, but there ain't no great hurry." George wanted time to go over his plan in his mind. He wanted to be completely ready to fight the old woman for what he wanted. Picking up one of the used coffee mugs from the table, he walked to the stove and poured some for himself.
He looked at Jane and realized that with the battle with the old woman still hanging over his head, he had lost the urge. He knew though, that it would not be a difficult urge to recapture.
Carrying his coffee, George walked to the door. "Come on, Ma, let's go out to the barn and talk about this. You stay here Grace and keep an eye on her and on Don too."
Still naked, the old woman walked toward the door to join him.
"Fer Chrissake, Ma," George's voice registered exasperation, "ain't you ever goin' to learn to put clothes on when you go out?"
"We're only goin' to the barn, ain't we? You think that old horse out there is gonna jump me or somethin'?"
"Hell no Ma, that old horse is fussy about what he jumps."
George saw her right arm swing back, but before she could throw the punch, he ran laughing toward the barn. Shrugging her shoulders, she followed him. By the time she got to the barn, the anger was gone.
George was sitting on an overturned box. He had traded the cup of coffee for a bottle of home brew. He had just downed a big swig and was wiping his mouth when she walked into the dark, foul smelling place. She took the bottle he offered and poured three big gulps of the rough fluid down her throat without a change of expression.
"Now look, George, we got to figure out a way to get at that dough."
"I been doin' a lot of thinkin' about that, Ma. The way I see it, we forget about the dough."
"What! Are you out of your head?"
"No, Ma, I ain't I figger we'd be out of our head to go messin' around there now. That place is likely runnin' over with cops. We show up around there and we all end up gettin' charged with kidnapping. I don't want no part of that."
"Then what the hell did we grab the girl for?"
"We grabbed her to get our hands on some big dough," George replied in an almost philosophical tone, "but now we see we can't do it that way, so we change our plans."
"You mean we just kill 'er and forget all about the dough?" The woman's words had a chilling effect on him. George was not normally squeamish, but the easy manner in which she referred to killing the young woman jolted him.
"What the hell do you want to kill her for?"
"Oh ain't you the smart one now, Georgie boy. Maybe you figger we should just put her in her car, pat her on the ass and say bye-bye. Boy, sometimes I think Don ain't the dumb one at all."
"So what's wrong with things like they are right now? We just keep her here like she is," George argued, "have all the fun we want, and we don't have to worry about no cops prowling around lookin' for her. If her old man don't get no ransom note, he just thinks she ran away or somethin'."
"We ain't keepin' her around here just for playin' with," the old woman was adamant. "We won't do nothin' now while I think about it and figger what to do, but we ain't just keepin' her. One of these days she's gonna bust loose anyway and then there'll be hell to pay and we still won't make a damn nickle."
"Look Ma, we ain't gonna kill her and that's that."
"You look, boy. I'm the one who says what we're gonna do and don't you forget it." Standing abruptly, she turned and flopped out of the barn.
As he sat, nursing the bottle, George's anger began to dissipate. After all, he reasoned, Jane was safe for a while anyway and he was getting back into that good mood again. Just a couple more pulls on the bottle of white heat and he was going back into the house to see that pretty little thing. This time he was going to have the fun and the others could watch.
Walking back to the house, his mind returned to Ma's determination to kill the girl. He wondered what he would do when the showdown came. He considered killing the old woman instead. The thought scared him some, but he didn't reject it completely.
Almost to the house, he stopped and turned toward the well. Dipping out a bucket of water, he walked back to the barn with it. Inside the barn again, he stripped naked, took another big gulp from the bottle of home brew and poured the bucket of water over himself.
He shivered as the icy cold water flowed down his body, but he felt cleaner. He was ready to do his courting, city-style. It had been a long time since he had indulged in so elaborate a bath and he felt very proud and debonair. George wondered what he could use to dry himself, shrugged, picked up his clothes and walked back to the house naked and dripping.
Inside, he reached for the dark gray towel hanging behind the kitchen door and began to dry himself.
"Well don't tell me," Grace's tone dripped with sarcasm, "this city slicker went and had a bath." Grace was entitled to her moment of sarcasm. After all, she was much more fastidious about these things, she took a bath every week or so whether she needed it or not. It stung her that her husband was obviously doing it for the benefit of another woman. He ignored her as he towelled himself semi dry with the already soggy, dirty towel.
Jane watched too and accepted his rustic attempt at charm as a tribute. She saw the hatred in Grace's eyes and decided to see how far she could push her. It was a dangerous game, she knew, but she couldn't have resisted it if she had tried. She didn't try.
When George came over and sat beside her on the couch, she made no move to resist as he put his arm around her naked waist. She watched him come to life, watched his desire grow. Georgie boy, she thought, you are in for one very pleasant surprise. Her hand stole around and clutched him in a firm yet gentle caress. She felt the strength surge. She moved her hand slowly back and forth thrilling at his response.
Cupping a full breast with her other hand, she held it up to him. His face moved down to meet it, his mouth closed over it. She felt his tongue flog the nipple which grew to meet the attack. Remembering what had happened to Don earlier, she moved her hand and used it to trace exciting trails of arousal all over his hard, muscular body.
Placing one hand behind his head, she began to fall back onto the couch. As she dropped down onto her back, she drew his head downward to follow her. His lips had moved from the swelling breast to her silken belly, she continued to draw him to her. She knew that he could see her thighs parting slowly, invitingly. Her hand continued to press, his face continued to follow the gentle urging.
The house was absolutely silent. Only the sound of her light gasp was heard when George had pressed as close against her as possible. He learned quickly, her body began to writhe in passion. As she climbed to the peak, her thighs pressed against him in a silken encirclement. His rough whiskers tore at the sensitive skin and hurt her, but it was a good hurt, a delicious hurt. Her arms fell to the couch, her eyes closed tightly, she screamed a small scream of passion.
And then he was on her. No longer was he the gentle, tender lover. She felt the blinding pain of forced, aimless entry, felt her body filled with him without warning, felt the rough weight of him on her body, crushing her, thrilling her. He had become a wild, plunging animal and she loved every animalistic motion, every bruise, every breathtaking, crushing slam of his weight.
With an animal grunt, he seemed to crush her into the bumpy couch, his muscles stiffened, then he collapsed atop her and remained motionless. Only his deep, irregular breathing told her he was still alive. She had never known anything quite like it.
When Jane awoke later, she found herself tied to the couch again. Except for Grace, she was alone in the room. She wondered where the others were and regretted her foolish game of angering George's wife. She wondered whether the time had come to pay for her brief moment of triumph. How, she wondered, would the price be exacted? Would the others come back in time to save her? Would they bother?
"So the slut finally woke up, did she?" Grace stood above her as she spat out the words.
Jane decided not to answer. Perhaps, she reasoned, if I say nothing, she'll get tired after a while. Everything exploded into a series of bright, flashing lights as the palm slapped across her cheek.
"Do you think you're too good to talk to me, you bitch? Answer me when I say something."
"What do you want, Grace?"
"Oh, so she can talk? Ain't that nice now. I don't really want anything, honey, not like you."
"What do you mean, not like me? What do I want?"
"What you want, honey, is to live. But I know something about that. Something you don't know yet. I been talking to Ma about it."
"What do you mean, Grace?" Jane felt the cold sweat of terror break out over her body. There was no doubt that Grace was telling the truth. It was obvious that this was no bluff, the woman was enjoying it too much to be saying it just for scare value.
"But they wouldn't dare do that." Jane forced the words out. "They want the ransom for me and they can't get that if I'm dead. It would be stupid to kill me."
"Forget about ransom, honey," Grace's voice dripped poisonous hatred, "there ain't gonna be no ransom. George went to your place with the note this morning but he found cops all over the place so he chickened out. They're gonna forget about ransom, so there's no reason to keep you alive."
"But my dad will pay. He's got lots of money. He'll pay, I swear he will."
"He ain't gonna pay for you honey, because he ain't gonna know you been kidnapped."
"But that's crazy, Grace. Look at all the money you could get. Why kill me?"
"I don't want the money, you snotty little bitch. I'll get more fun watching you die. I want to hear you scream a lot while it's happening."
"No!" The one word exploded from Jane's lungs like a blast of cold air. "That's crazy. They won't do it. You're lying to me to frighten me."
"I ain't lying, honey. George is supposed to take you out in the barn and shoot you, then bury you under the floor. He's too chicken to do it though, so Ma's gonna do it herself. At least that's what she plans. I got other ideas though. It don't matter to Ma who does it, so if I promise to be real good to her precious Don, she'll let me do it. Do you wanna hear how I'll do it?"
Jane didn't answer because she couldn't. She could not push even one word through her constrained throat.
"I'll describe it to you honey," Grace went on. "You see, I'm gonna get them to tie you down on the barn floor with your arms and legs stretched out. We got a nice sharp hunting knife here and I'll have it with me. I'll cut you up a whole lot with it first. Just little cuts. Then when I had enough fun, I'm gonna push it real slow right in there." To demonstrate her intentions, she patted Jane lightly on the belly. "After that, I'll find lots of other places." By way of explanation, she clutched one of Jane's breasts after the other. She squeezed hard and watched the young woman squirm.
Don walked into the room then, still wearing the nylon panties, obviously excited again. He looked first at Grace, then at Jane. He smiled stupidly.
Without a word, Grace bent and slipped her panties down. Slowly, she stepped out of them and stood naked. "You better be awful nice to me Jane or we take our little trip to the barn right now. Don here will help me, won't you Don?"
"Yeah, Grace, sure," he answered eagerly.
Grace stroked his panties lightly. "You just be a good boy and watch for a little while Don, then I'm gonna give you a real nice treat. Would you like to do it your special way, Don?"
"Yeah! Yeah!" He enthused.
"Then you just wait till I get ready, then we'll have some real nice fun."
Moving slowly, carefully, she clambered onto the couch. She crawled until she knelt astride Jane, her body directly over her face, inches away. Slowly, she lowered her body. Jane felt the plump, slightly soft flesh settle on her. She closed both her eyes and her mouth tightly. She attempted to twist her face away, but found it trapped between the soft thighs.
"You're pretty stupid, Lady Jane," she hissed. "I'm the boss now, I'm gonna kill you when I'm ready. You better be nice to me. You better do what I say."
Jane felt the soft, hot body twisting against her face. She fought for breath. She gasped for air as Grace lifted away a little. She felt the woman turn quickly. Again she saw herself straddled, this time, the plump buttocks were directly above her. She closed her eyes as she saw them lowered toward her, felt the suffocating pressure as they covered her completely, pressed, squirmed. She fought for air, but found none. Her lungs threatened to burst. Welcome air flooded into her lungs as the pressure was removed a little but remained inches above her.
"I'm almost ready, Don," Jane heard her say, "take your panties off and stand here at the head of the couch. I got one more little treat for Lady Jane here, then you and me are gonna have some fun."
Eagerly, the man clambered out of the panties. He looked immensely ready.
Jane looked up to see the fat curves just inches above her face. Shocked, she saw it and closed her eyes just as the hot stream hit her face. On and on the vile bath continued, but there was no escape for her. Finally, it ended. She heard voices, felt rough movements of the couch. When she finally looked up, she saw that Grace was still crouched over her but saw that she was bent sharply with her hands resting on the couch.
Don too was kneeling over her now, facing the woman above. He moved close to the arched buttocks. His hands fumbled with them, pried the heavy cheeks apart, he pushed forward in a rough probing, jabbing motion. Satisfied, he lunged and she saw his maleness disappear. She heard Grace scream at the initial pain of the abnormal assault. She was trapped, she could do nothing but watch in horrified fascination as the perverted act took place inches above her. In a little while, they both tumbled onto her and rolled off the couch. Jane felt very ill.