Chapter 7
JUD GOT HIS SLEEPING BAG, THEN LEFT SAM AND Viola at the camp and strode back to where he'd left the Indian girl. She heard him coming, and turned her head to watch his approach. Her black eyes were cold; she seemed to be trying to telegraph the threat of vengeance. It occurred to Jud that along about this time she'd like to have him spread-eagled over an anthill.
He paused several feet from her, looking down at her bare torso. Her breathing had again become regular and her rounded breasts just rose and fell slightly now. But the deep purple nipples were still taut.
"I think you made a strategic error there," Jud said, mockery in his voice. "That was the wrong time to try to tell Sam about me and his wife. You should have saved it."
"I made a mistake," she admitted, glaring up at him. Then her lips relaxed into a smile. "Perhaps I found the thought of what you plan to do with me so repulsive that I couldn't wait."
Jud grinned and walked up to her. He tossed his sleeping bag down beside her, then dropped onto it. He reached down and touched one of her breasts, cupping it, feeling the nipple on his palm.
She made no attempt to resist, just watching him, masking her feelings with an expression of stoicism.
He massaged the breast ruthlessly, then moved his hand down the line of indentation of her stomach, to the dark navel at the top of her leather trousers.
"Aren't you going to fight?" Jud asked. "Not that it would do any good."
"But you would like it, wouldn't you? If I fought?"
"Yes; I might like it. I might like it so much I'd have to put a couple of stakes in the ground and tie your legs."
"I won't fight," she said. "In the end I could not stop you from doing what you want with me. So why should I make it more enjoyable for you? I will just lie here and let you do it. But I will feel nothing. A woman can keep herself from feeling."
Jud laughed. "I know."
He loosened the buttons that held the rawhide trousers on, then tugging downward. "Raise up," he commanded.
She didn't move. Jud laughed and tugged the trousers off her wide hips and dark, contoured thighs, off her feet. Then he stood up, surveying her nakedness.
She had as fine a body as he'd ever seen. Her stomach was flat, muscular, the line of indentation extending from just beneath her breasts all the. way down to her navel. Her thighs were long, rounded, firm and dark. Between them, the V of dark hair, straight rather than matted like a white girl's, was the perfect crest to her beauty.
"If you'll raise up I'll spread this sleeping bag under you," Jud said. "That ground must not be too comfortable."
"I don't care."
Jud shrugged. "It's gonna be your scratched-up backside."
The girl just stared at him, her lips set hard against her teeth, her black eyes spewing fire. He saw her biceps tighten, her breasts quivering as she gave one last tug against her binding. But she knew this would do no good; there was no way she could get loose.
Jud began to undress, slowly, watching the dark, beautiful body as he did so. He piled his clothes on the sleeping bag, shivered in the cool mountain air, and again he knelt beside her.
He touched her belly just below the navel. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed. He watched her eyes as he moved his hand down the surprisingly warm flesh. She just glared back without emotion, even as he moved it into the black hair of her pubic mound, toying for a moment before pushing it between her tightly closed thighs.
She smiled-a bitter, sardonic smile. "Do you want me to spread my legs for you?"
At the same time he felt his prick stiffen, felt it begin to throb with longing. The effects of his romp with Viola had long since faded.
The girl's eyes descended for a quick glimpse of his swollen prick. Then she looked back into his eyes. She smiled, and from her bland expression one would never have been able to tell that Jud was busy thrusting his finger into the depths of her hot little snatch.
He had to give her credit for one thing: She had a lot of self-discipline. She could ignore the sensation she must be feeling now, just as she'd been able to ignore the pain when Sam twisted her arm. But she was a woman, and he had a feeling she'd break sooner or later. It was just a question of his being able to hold off long enough.
"You don't have to do that," she said, still smiling. "You can take me now if you want to."
Jud laughed again, thrusting his finger deeper into her. "I don't think you're quite ready," he said.
Then he pushed his thumb in along with the finger, again feeling her tense momentarily before her mind again quelled her awareness of the sensation. He drove the finger up as far as it would go, leaving the thumb to play along the walls of the surface.
She bit her lip, gasping just slightly, then forced herself to smile. Perhaps, thought Jud, she was ready after all.
He pulled his finger out, rolling over between her thighs. He stretched out on her, feeling her breasts against his chest. He took his prick in hand, searching in the hair until he found the moist opening, then ramming in forcefully.
She acted as though it hadn't even happened. She didn't even twtich, and not a sound escaped her.
For a long time he didn't move. He held himself in to the hilt, waiting for some response. Slowly he lifted his head, opening his eyes and staring down at her. Her eyes were blank as she stared back. Angry, he flexed himself inside her, and her only acknowledgement of this was a slight grin that quickly vanished.
She was mocking him. His first inclination was to withdraw, just leave her. Or perhaps he could spend the rest of the night just teasing her. But that would be as hard on him as on her, even considering the advantage he had.
He looked down at her soft neck and arms, her armpits, her breasts, the still taut nipples just barely touching his chest. He could feel the warmth of her loins against him, and the insides of her thighs touching his. Again he flexed himself, this time involuntarily.
He felt his face tense, felt the anger bubbling up with the passion inside him. And with the anger came a strange kind of strength; suddenly he knew that, no matter how long it took, he would be able to make her respond.
He lifted his hips, feeling his prick slide along the moist inner walls. He pulled it almost completely out, so that just the tip remained between her cunt lips. He held there for a moment, then thrust it back hard.
This time she gasped slightly-a muffled gasp, but it told him she wasn't without feeling, and sooner or later she would have to respond.
Again he lifted himself, slowly, tediously, stretching out the sensation as long as he could. And again he held himself for a moment before he thrust back in.
Then he began to move faster, picking up a kind of graduated rhythm, making each thrust seemingly deeper and harder than the last.
For a long time this went on. He held himself up on his elbows so he could watch her face, picking up even the slightest sign of reaction to his increasingly brutal thrusts. Occasionally he glanced down at her breasts, rising and falling faster now with her breathing.
She couldn't completely conceal her feelings. Her fence tensed each time he drove into her. Sometimes her eyes blinked. Her mouth opened, and she gasped for breath. But still she refused to move.
Jud increased the rhythm. He dropped his body down full on hers, planting his knees on the ground to give better leverage to his hips. He brought one hand up and began to massage her breast, and the other slipped beneath her buttocks and up between her thighs from behind, so that even as he was driving his cock into the depths of her, he could tease the soft nether lips with his fingers.
And then suddenly, without warning, he lost control of his passion. No longer could he hold the rhythm back. He began to toss wildly on her, striking her at new and different angles, driving himself even deeper, if that were possible.
And now he was frantically massaging her breasts, and his lips were buried in the curve of her neck. No longer did he bother to watch her face; he didn't have to.
At some point-and later he would not even know exactly when it had happened-she lifted her legs, locking them about his back. And now she was making little whimpering sounds in response to each thrust, and he could feel her tugging frantically at her bindings.
"Oh, yes!" he heard her cry, punctuating the words with something else from her Indian language.
She dropped her legs from around his back, and he felt her plant her feet, bending her knees to give leverage to her hips. He felt her arch up, lifting him off the ground, expertly rolling to match his thrusts.
"Oh, yes!" she cried again.
Her whole body began to writhe and twist beneath him. The muscles of her cunt tightened frantically.
He took one of her taut breasts in his mouth, sucking ravenously. Then he raised his head for a moment to look down at her face.
Her eyes were closed now, her lips parted, her tongue protruding.
He dropped his head back, taking her earlobe between his teeth, biting hard as he moved in final frenzy. .
Desert Rose matched his frenzy, driving her loins against his with unrestrained passion, and as he felt himself spew into her, he knew the same thing was happening for her.
When they were finished, he rolled off. He unzipped his sleeping bag, spread the bottom part beneath them and pulled the top over them. Then he zipped it back around them, and for a long time they just nestled there in the warmth.
"Will you untie my arms?" she asked at length.
He was tempted, but he knew better. What had happened wouldn't change a thing when they got back to the real purpose of the trip.
"I still can't trust you," he said, gently folding her full bosom.
"You bastard," she said. Then she kissed him. "I will get even with you for this."
Sometime in the middle of the night the touch of Desert Rose's lips on his face awoke Jud. It took him a moment to remember where he was and who the warm body beside him belonged to. Then he recalled-a vision of the copper-fleshed girl, her arms extended up and out, pinioned, flashed before him. The feeling of the power he had over her, the realization that he could do anything he pleased, caused new desire to surge in him.
He felt the girl's lips move across his cheek to touch his own lips. He felt her shift her body so that she was almost lying on her side, pushing her full breasts against him. He felt the patch of stiff hair between her thighs brush against his hip.
For a few moments he just lay there, letting her kiss him and move her body against him as best she could. Then he rolled on to his side, fitting his body against hers, feeling his prick harden as it touched her hairy warmth. He looked into her dark eyes, illuminated by moonlight that filtered through the branches overhead.
He pushed his lips against hers, first kissing gently, then pushing his tongue between her parted lips, arching her mouth with it, at the same time reaching down to massage her taut breasts roughly.
He withdrew his tongue, pulling his head back, letting his hand rest on her breast. He looked searchingly into her eyes, and let a hint of a grin flicker on his lips.
"If you're trying to trick me into untying you, you're wasting your time," he said.
She glared back at him angrily. Then she turned away, shifting her body so she lay flat on her back again. She closed her eyes as if to pretend sleep.
Jud watched her for a moment, studying her Oriental face, the dark, flawless flesh of her neck, the rise and fall of her breasts. He rested a hand lightly on her belly, then trailed it down to the tangle of hair between her warm thighs.
"You're my prisoner," he said challengingly. "If you think a little phony affection can change that, you're mistaken."
His hand played in her pubic hair for a moment; then, as he'd done earlier, he pushed his finger between her nether lips, lingering there for an instant before thrusting it deep. To his surprise, she was already moist and open, ready. And now she made no attempt to hide her feelings. Her body tensed, her hips arched up against his hand. She gasped and rolled her head around, staring almost fearfully up at him.
Jud drew his finger out, onto the length of her body. He felt his prick throbbing, and reaching down with one hand, he fitted it between her thighs, then thrust violently into her.
"Oh, yes!" she sighed, pushing herself up to meet the thrust, her eyes closing tightly now, her lips parted in unsuppressed pleasure.
Jud began to move immediately, pulling his prick almost out of her, then thrusting it in as deep and hard as he could. She planted her feet firmly on the ground to give herself leverage, responding to Jud's action with equally furious undulations of her hips.
Jud looked down into her eyes, now wild and fiery. Then he bent to take one of her nipples in his mouth, alternately sucking it ravenously and biting so hard as to make her give out little cries of mingled pain and ecstasy.
The furious pounding of her loins against his own increased in intensity and velocity. She rolled her hips, caressing him with experienced inner muscles, and he varied the direction of his thrusts, striking her at new and exciting angles. They seemed simultaneously to move up to a new plane of frenzy and desire.
"Oh, yes, Jud!" she cried. "Yes! Harder! Please! Harder!"
He drove madly against her for a few more strokes, each prompting even sharper screams of pleasure. He felt a tingling in his prick, felt his craving surge upward, felt himself moving toward the pinnacle.
Then he stopped. He pushed himself to the hilt, and held there.
He raised his head and looked at her face. Befuddled, she stared back at him, eyes questioning. A shiver went through her body, focusing between her legs. She tightened her muscles on him, exerting such a clinging control that he doubted he could have withdrawn if he'd wanted to.
He flexed himself, and again the tremor passed through her body.
"More!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and gusty.
Jud smiled, watching her, waiting for his desire to subside and let him take control of himself. She wanted more, did she?
Still in her to the hilt, Jud rolled his hips slightly. She twitched and contorted, at the same time tugging furiously at the bindings which still held her arms pinioned.
Jud pulled halfway out, and frantically she drove her hips up, again engulfing him with pulsating warmth.
He reached under her legs, tugged upward. She responded by throwing them around him, locking her ankles behind his back, her thighs tightening on his flanks. But he continued to tug, pulling up until they were virtually around his neck, his shoulders against the back of her knees, her body doubled up in a jackknife position so that his weight rested on the backs of her thighs, and could feel her buttock against his loins.
Wide-eyed, she watched him. Jud grinned, looking down at her face. The position served to open her and allow him to go straight to her innermost depths.
He pulled back a bit, rolling his hips about to tease the walls of her snatch. She gave out with another gasp, pushing against his shoulder with her shapely thighs.
He pulled upward until only the tip of his prick was between her cunt lips.
"Please!" she cried, desperation showing in her face.
Quickly and brutally, Jud drove himself down into her. A loud smacking sound marked the contact of his loins with her buttocks.
He withdrew quickly, then again drove, stroking her buttocks hard with his loins, again driving in to the ultimate extremity of her crevice.
He set a rigid rhythm-not fast, just furious and intense-each stroke calculated explosive thrust, shaking her whole body. And each time his loins cracked against her buttocks, she gave out with a new and more frenzied gasp-cry of pleasure.
For a long time he kept up the slow, steady beat. He felt as if he could endure forever, endure until there wasn't an ounce of strength or response left in her, and she was completely conquered.
But soon his frenzy returned. He varied the rhythm, increasing it in sudden bursts of velocity that rattled her whole body, then pausing for an instant to let his pleasure subside before he returned to the precise, intense rhythm.
And slowly he let the rhythm build, each stroke following a little more quickly after the last.
Finally he felt himself begin to tire. He was vaguely aware through his pleasure delirium that he'd had a long, hard day. He eased off the rhythm, came to a stop, just lying on her and resting for a minute, his prick still tingling with craving for fulfillment.
He looked down at her face, now ecstatic. She was making little purring sounds, and her eyes were closed. Her breasts rose and fell almost smoothly with her breathing, and there was a trace of a smile on her lips. Jud knew she'd already climaxed once, maybe twice.
"Have you had enough?" he asked.
She opened her eyes, her lips breaking into a full happy smile. Her dark face glowed in the moonlight. She nodded her head. "Yes. I've had enough."
Jud gave out a hoarse little chuckle, arching his hips up, again almost withdrawing from her. He saw her bite her lip in anticipation of the loss, and he felt her legs start to slide from around his shoulders.
Then furiously he thrust back into her. Energy surged in him, and he drove himself with a burst of rapid, brutal strokes, his body tossing about wildly on her.
She gave a little cry of surprise and then began to respond, gasping, panting and writhing beneath him. Jud felt all his desire rush to the surface, felt himself spinning in an unreal kind of bliss, yet driving even more furiously in her. Then his passion burst and spewed out, with a few last maddening contortions.
She gave out with a new cry of pleasure, matching Jud's ecstasy with renewed passion of her own. And then it was over, and her legs slipped from his shoulders and stretched out, and he sank onto the fullness of her breasts, his head nestling in her neck.
There had been a few moments there when neither remembered the other kind of lust that had brought them together, and which had made her his prisoner.